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Summary- Ever wonder what Pietro and Wanda's life was like with their father? Find out! Pietro and Wanda angst, and even Magneto.
Author's Note- I will be updating this often, and I will try to do that with Up In Flames also. It's mainly because it's a little backround information for the sequel to Drastic Changes, which won't be coming out for a long time, and some of my other stories.
Chapter Three- Finding Out
Pietro and Wanda sat at the long table, eating the waffles and bacon hungrily. They had not had such a fine meal in a long time. Large glasses of milk were placed in front of them, and a large pitcher of orange juice also.
Erik walked in then, wearing a white dress shirt and khakis. He seemed like a formal kind of guy, so the twins were careful around him.
He sat down at the head of the table. He didn't say anything as he filled his plate with waffles, bacon, eggs, and all other kinds of stuff.
"Morning," he then said pleasantly.
"Good morning," they chorused back. Erik looked at them. He saw it now, he saw the resemblance. They both had his blue eyes, and Wanda looked like her mother. Pietro looked like him, except his hair was silver, and his face was narrower and he had higher cheekbones. Erik recalled that one of Magda's brother's face was shaped like that. Wanda's face was shaped more like his, except there was also a lot of her mother there. Her nose, and the shape of her eyes. They both had an olive complexion, just like his and Magda's. They were definitely his children.
"After you are done with breakfast," he spoke to them, "I want you to go to Alfred and he will show you where my office is. I need to tell you something."
They nodded and silently went back to their breakfast, although they looked rather confused.
They then finished and Alfred came in and escorted them to the direction of the office while Erik ate alone, reminiscing.
*~Flashback~*
Erik prayed. He was in a synagogue, a holy place for the Jewish people, where they celebrate the Sabbath on a Saturday. It was not Saturday. It was a Friday.
Erik wept for all he had lost. No one was with him. Or so he thought.
After his tears had dried, and the dry sobs quieted down and came less often, did the rabbi make his presence known.
"Erik?" he asked. He was a kind old man, with iron gray hair and beard and gentle black eyes.
Erik jumped and looked up. "Rabbi?" he said in quiet confusion.
"Erik, what are you doing here? It is not Sabbath."
"I know," Erik said, and he looked down again.
"What is wrong, Erik? Where's your wife?"
"She left me," Erik whispered.
"Your child?"
"Dead."
The rabbi was silent. This was news to him. Was it Erik's house that had been burned down?
"Erik. . ." He hesitated. How was he going to ask this? "Erik, what happened?"
"You will not hate me if I say?" The question was spoken so low that he had to strain to hear.
"Of course not."
"I'm different."
"How so?" the rabbi walked over to Erik and sat down next to him.
"I have powers. I can control all kinds of metals," he paused for the rabbi.
"Continue."
"They must have seen me. They came to my house yesterday, demanding I come out, calling me a freak. I was not home. Magda and Anya were alone in the house."
"Then?"
"I came and I saw them. They had weapons. Torches. Magda came out then, told me what was happening. They set the house on fire. Anya was still inside."
The rabbi nodded solemnly for him to continue.
"I killed them. I do not regret it. They burned my daughter alive."
The rabbi was shocked for a moment. He covered it up quickly, however, "Erik, I am terribly sorry. You and your family are in our prayers."
Erik was silent. Then he muttered in Yiddish, "God, let my daughter rest in peace. Watch over my wife, let her be well."
"Do you need anywhere to stay, Erik?" the rabbi asked.
"Nein," he whispered in German. "Ich habbe ein anderes Haus. Größer. Aber es ist nicht Heim." [I have another house. Bigger. But it is not home.]
"Then go to that house. Make it your home," the rabbi said.
Erik stood, looked at the rabbi one last time, and walked out. He never celebrated Sabbath again, or stepped foot in another synagogue. That was the last time the rabbi saw Erik Magnus Lehnsherr in person.
*~End Flashback~*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Pietro and Wanda sat together on a comfortable couch. They were rather surprised when they saw that a lot of the things in the office seemed to be made of metal. In fact, the couch seemed like the only non-metal thing in there. It was kind of creepy.
Erik then walked in, and took a seat at his desk. He gave them a tiny smile that did not reach his eyes.
"This may come as a shock to you," he said. "But I have tested your blood samples and your DNA is very similar to mine. Do you know what that means?"
The twins shook their head.
"It means I am your biological father."
"But Django was our father," Wanda said in confusion.
"He was your adoptive father," Erik said, looking at them both in the eye. "And Marya was your adoptive mother. Your real mother is dead."
"What do we call you?" Pietro asked.
"Father."
"We called Django papa," Wanda began.
"I am not Django. I am Erik Lehnsherr. I am your father, and that is what you will call me," Erik said sternly.
They looked down, ashamed. They seemed almost afraid of him.
Erik's expression softened only slightly. "Come, I will tell you of your mother and your sister."
Wanda looked up, "We have a sister?"
Erik nodded, holding out his hand for her, she took it. "You will never meet her. She is dead."
Wanda stood up, and then looked back at Pietro, who had not moved. She grabbed his hand and tugged it.
He looked up and nodded, getting up and following with them. Erik had let go of Wanda's hand. They started walking.
"I think you will like the garden," he said as they followed him.
"Will you tell us of our mother?" Wanda asked.
Erik nodded. "She was very beautiful. She had green eyes, and dark hair like yours, Wanda. I see her strength in you already."
Wanda smiled a bit at the compliment. "Was she kind like Mama and Papa?"
Erik almost froze. How can Magda not be kind? Was this little girl implying that his beloved dead wife was hateful? He almost yelled at her.
"Of course she was kind," Erik said a little too harshly. Wanda let out a very quiet whimper and looked down. Pietro squeezed her hand tighter.
"She didn't mean it like she was mean or anything," Pietro defended his sister.
Erik's eyes hardened. He would not be lied to!
But he didn't say anything and continued to walk to one of the back doors that led to the garden.
"What about our sister?" Pietro then asked. He did not like silence.
"She had light brown hair, almost blonde, and green eyes. Her name was Anya. You look much like her, Wanda, except with obvious mistakes," he said softly.
"When you are living here you will take lessons in controlling your powers, and you will take lessons on different languages. Anita said you already know German, yes?" Erik said.
"Yes," Pietro answered.
Erik nodded, "Then you will be learning Polish, Dutch, Italian, Norwegian, French, and Spanish. You will have a lesson every day. Each language will last a half hour. It will do you good in the future."
Pietro lowered his eyes to the floor, not saying anything. That was a lot of languages they had to learn.
"You will be starting them in two days. You will speak German as much as you can so you will not forget the language. A way of doing that is to speak German all the time to Anita. She will enjoy it."
They walked outside of the back door and into a beautiful garden. Erik led them to an elegantly carved bench. "Sit," he said, pointing to the seat. They sat.
Wanda looked around her in awe. The flowers were very pretty. She wondered if she could pick some later.
Erik looked at them sternly. He seemed to like to talk business, and not with fatherly love. "Pietro, please demonstrate your powers," he commanded gently.
Pietro got up. He then started running and five seconds later he was at the back door. Erik wondered if he could make Pietro go faster.
"I can't do it for a long time," Pietro said in a shaky voice. Using his powers usually tired him out a bit. "It's usually just spurts and stuff."
"I think we can fix that," Erik said thoughtfully. He turned to Wanda who looked a little bit frightened. "Wanda, how about yours?"
She vehemently shook her head. "Last time I used them, I set a house on fire!"
Erik's eyes narrowed. Just saying that simple sentence brought Anya's screams to his ears, her burnt body in front of his eyes. He blinked a couple of times to rid the image and shook his head every so slightly to tune out the screams.
"Just demonstrate at what you can do."
Wanda sighed, looking terrified. A plant burst into flames. Blue aura surrounded her fingertips. Her eyes shined. She started to cry.
Erik bent down on one knee in front of her. "Weinen Sie, Kind nicht (Do not cry, child)," he whispered to her in German. "Es ist ein Zeichen der Schwäche. Meine Kinder sind nicht schwach. (It is a sign of weakness. My children are not weak.)" he wiped away her tears with an old thumb.
She sniffed a couple of times.
"Why are you so afraid of your powers? You can be very powerful when you gain full control of them!" Erik told her to bring her courage up. She needed to believe in herself.
"Emotions trigger your powers. Especially anger and great sadness. Try not to be too angry in yourself and others. It will only ruin you." He said.
'It ruined me.'
"Do you know Romany?" asked Pietro, from right next to Erik. He liked speaking the gypsy language, although he only spoke it with Wanda.
Erik turned his head to him.
"My wife spoke the language. I only know some words. What has that got to do with anything?" he snapped. Pietro took a step back, his eyes wide.
"I just wanted to know. We were talking about languages before."
"Master Lehnsherr! Master Lehnsherr!" Alfred called from the door. Erik stood up.
"What?" he snapped vehemently at the butler.
"Professor Xavier is here, sir. Would you like me to bring him to your office?"
"Yes, Alfred," Erik said. He had forgotten he had an appointment with the telepath.
"Children, would you like to meet another mutant?" He asked the twins. They nodded. He started walking back inside the house and they followed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I really don't know anything about the Jewish religion except teeny tiny details. I'm Catholic. If any of you out there that knows how it goes and stuff PLEASE tell me! I'd really, really, really appreciate it!
I'm really enjoying writing this story. I will try to focus on this one and Up In Flames more often right now. Up In Flames will probably be updated soon, and I have written some of chapter 9 of In Dreams. Thanks to all who reviewed!
InsaneBunneh- How did I steal your story? I'm gonna update UIF in a LITTLE WHILE! Geez, you definitely inherited the impatient genes. Well, you better like this chapter.
Anon- I love it when you review! Intense? Intense?! Oh YAY! My story's INTENSE! That makes me so happy for some reason! Thanks for reviewing! Hope you like this chapter!
la cour de belles fleurs- You seem to like reviewing twice for a chapter. Not that I don't mind. But no offense, are you like forgetting that you already reviewed? Memory problem? Thanks for your review!
Please check out my other stories! Especially 'The Downside of Love'! It's good! It's entertaining!
Like it? Hate it? Either way review!
Summary- Ever wonder what Pietro and Wanda's life was like with their father? Find out! Pietro and Wanda angst, and even Magneto.
Author's Note- I will be updating this often, and I will try to do that with Up In Flames also. It's mainly because it's a little backround information for the sequel to Drastic Changes, which won't be coming out for a long time, and some of my other stories.
Chapter Three- Finding Out
Pietro and Wanda sat at the long table, eating the waffles and bacon hungrily. They had not had such a fine meal in a long time. Large glasses of milk were placed in front of them, and a large pitcher of orange juice also.
Erik walked in then, wearing a white dress shirt and khakis. He seemed like a formal kind of guy, so the twins were careful around him.
He sat down at the head of the table. He didn't say anything as he filled his plate with waffles, bacon, eggs, and all other kinds of stuff.
"Morning," he then said pleasantly.
"Good morning," they chorused back. Erik looked at them. He saw it now, he saw the resemblance. They both had his blue eyes, and Wanda looked like her mother. Pietro looked like him, except his hair was silver, and his face was narrower and he had higher cheekbones. Erik recalled that one of Magda's brother's face was shaped like that. Wanda's face was shaped more like his, except there was also a lot of her mother there. Her nose, and the shape of her eyes. They both had an olive complexion, just like his and Magda's. They were definitely his children.
"After you are done with breakfast," he spoke to them, "I want you to go to Alfred and he will show you where my office is. I need to tell you something."
They nodded and silently went back to their breakfast, although they looked rather confused.
They then finished and Alfred came in and escorted them to the direction of the office while Erik ate alone, reminiscing.
*~Flashback~*
Erik prayed. He was in a synagogue, a holy place for the Jewish people, where they celebrate the Sabbath on a Saturday. It was not Saturday. It was a Friday.
Erik wept for all he had lost. No one was with him. Or so he thought.
After his tears had dried, and the dry sobs quieted down and came less often, did the rabbi make his presence known.
"Erik?" he asked. He was a kind old man, with iron gray hair and beard and gentle black eyes.
Erik jumped and looked up. "Rabbi?" he said in quiet confusion.
"Erik, what are you doing here? It is not Sabbath."
"I know," Erik said, and he looked down again.
"What is wrong, Erik? Where's your wife?"
"She left me," Erik whispered.
"Your child?"
"Dead."
The rabbi was silent. This was news to him. Was it Erik's house that had been burned down?
"Erik. . ." He hesitated. How was he going to ask this? "Erik, what happened?"
"You will not hate me if I say?" The question was spoken so low that he had to strain to hear.
"Of course not."
"I'm different."
"How so?" the rabbi walked over to Erik and sat down next to him.
"I have powers. I can control all kinds of metals," he paused for the rabbi.
"Continue."
"They must have seen me. They came to my house yesterday, demanding I come out, calling me a freak. I was not home. Magda and Anya were alone in the house."
"Then?"
"I came and I saw them. They had weapons. Torches. Magda came out then, told me what was happening. They set the house on fire. Anya was still inside."
The rabbi nodded solemnly for him to continue.
"I killed them. I do not regret it. They burned my daughter alive."
The rabbi was shocked for a moment. He covered it up quickly, however, "Erik, I am terribly sorry. You and your family are in our prayers."
Erik was silent. Then he muttered in Yiddish, "God, let my daughter rest in peace. Watch over my wife, let her be well."
"Do you need anywhere to stay, Erik?" the rabbi asked.
"Nein," he whispered in German. "Ich habbe ein anderes Haus. Größer. Aber es ist nicht Heim." [I have another house. Bigger. But it is not home.]
"Then go to that house. Make it your home," the rabbi said.
Erik stood, looked at the rabbi one last time, and walked out. He never celebrated Sabbath again, or stepped foot in another synagogue. That was the last time the rabbi saw Erik Magnus Lehnsherr in person.
*~End Flashback~*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Pietro and Wanda sat together on a comfortable couch. They were rather surprised when they saw that a lot of the things in the office seemed to be made of metal. In fact, the couch seemed like the only non-metal thing in there. It was kind of creepy.
Erik then walked in, and took a seat at his desk. He gave them a tiny smile that did not reach his eyes.
"This may come as a shock to you," he said. "But I have tested your blood samples and your DNA is very similar to mine. Do you know what that means?"
The twins shook their head.
"It means I am your biological father."
"But Django was our father," Wanda said in confusion.
"He was your adoptive father," Erik said, looking at them both in the eye. "And Marya was your adoptive mother. Your real mother is dead."
"What do we call you?" Pietro asked.
"Father."
"We called Django papa," Wanda began.
"I am not Django. I am Erik Lehnsherr. I am your father, and that is what you will call me," Erik said sternly.
They looked down, ashamed. They seemed almost afraid of him.
Erik's expression softened only slightly. "Come, I will tell you of your mother and your sister."
Wanda looked up, "We have a sister?"
Erik nodded, holding out his hand for her, she took it. "You will never meet her. She is dead."
Wanda stood up, and then looked back at Pietro, who had not moved. She grabbed his hand and tugged it.
He looked up and nodded, getting up and following with them. Erik had let go of Wanda's hand. They started walking.
"I think you will like the garden," he said as they followed him.
"Will you tell us of our mother?" Wanda asked.
Erik nodded. "She was very beautiful. She had green eyes, and dark hair like yours, Wanda. I see her strength in you already."
Wanda smiled a bit at the compliment. "Was she kind like Mama and Papa?"
Erik almost froze. How can Magda not be kind? Was this little girl implying that his beloved dead wife was hateful? He almost yelled at her.
"Of course she was kind," Erik said a little too harshly. Wanda let out a very quiet whimper and looked down. Pietro squeezed her hand tighter.
"She didn't mean it like she was mean or anything," Pietro defended his sister.
Erik's eyes hardened. He would not be lied to!
But he didn't say anything and continued to walk to one of the back doors that led to the garden.
"What about our sister?" Pietro then asked. He did not like silence.
"She had light brown hair, almost blonde, and green eyes. Her name was Anya. You look much like her, Wanda, except with obvious mistakes," he said softly.
"When you are living here you will take lessons in controlling your powers, and you will take lessons on different languages. Anita said you already know German, yes?" Erik said.
"Yes," Pietro answered.
Erik nodded, "Then you will be learning Polish, Dutch, Italian, Norwegian, French, and Spanish. You will have a lesson every day. Each language will last a half hour. It will do you good in the future."
Pietro lowered his eyes to the floor, not saying anything. That was a lot of languages they had to learn.
"You will be starting them in two days. You will speak German as much as you can so you will not forget the language. A way of doing that is to speak German all the time to Anita. She will enjoy it."
They walked outside of the back door and into a beautiful garden. Erik led them to an elegantly carved bench. "Sit," he said, pointing to the seat. They sat.
Wanda looked around her in awe. The flowers were very pretty. She wondered if she could pick some later.
Erik looked at them sternly. He seemed to like to talk business, and not with fatherly love. "Pietro, please demonstrate your powers," he commanded gently.
Pietro got up. He then started running and five seconds later he was at the back door. Erik wondered if he could make Pietro go faster.
"I can't do it for a long time," Pietro said in a shaky voice. Using his powers usually tired him out a bit. "It's usually just spurts and stuff."
"I think we can fix that," Erik said thoughtfully. He turned to Wanda who looked a little bit frightened. "Wanda, how about yours?"
She vehemently shook her head. "Last time I used them, I set a house on fire!"
Erik's eyes narrowed. Just saying that simple sentence brought Anya's screams to his ears, her burnt body in front of his eyes. He blinked a couple of times to rid the image and shook his head every so slightly to tune out the screams.
"Just demonstrate at what you can do."
Wanda sighed, looking terrified. A plant burst into flames. Blue aura surrounded her fingertips. Her eyes shined. She started to cry.
Erik bent down on one knee in front of her. "Weinen Sie, Kind nicht (Do not cry, child)," he whispered to her in German. "Es ist ein Zeichen der Schwäche. Meine Kinder sind nicht schwach. (It is a sign of weakness. My children are not weak.)" he wiped away her tears with an old thumb.
She sniffed a couple of times.
"Why are you so afraid of your powers? You can be very powerful when you gain full control of them!" Erik told her to bring her courage up. She needed to believe in herself.
"Emotions trigger your powers. Especially anger and great sadness. Try not to be too angry in yourself and others. It will only ruin you." He said.
'It ruined me.'
"Do you know Romany?" asked Pietro, from right next to Erik. He liked speaking the gypsy language, although he only spoke it with Wanda.
Erik turned his head to him.
"My wife spoke the language. I only know some words. What has that got to do with anything?" he snapped. Pietro took a step back, his eyes wide.
"I just wanted to know. We were talking about languages before."
"Master Lehnsherr! Master Lehnsherr!" Alfred called from the door. Erik stood up.
"What?" he snapped vehemently at the butler.
"Professor Xavier is here, sir. Would you like me to bring him to your office?"
"Yes, Alfred," Erik said. He had forgotten he had an appointment with the telepath.
"Children, would you like to meet another mutant?" He asked the twins. They nodded. He started walking back inside the house and they followed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I really don't know anything about the Jewish religion except teeny tiny details. I'm Catholic. If any of you out there that knows how it goes and stuff PLEASE tell me! I'd really, really, really appreciate it!
I'm really enjoying writing this story. I will try to focus on this one and Up In Flames more often right now. Up In Flames will probably be updated soon, and I have written some of chapter 9 of In Dreams. Thanks to all who reviewed!
InsaneBunneh- How did I steal your story? I'm gonna update UIF in a LITTLE WHILE! Geez, you definitely inherited the impatient genes. Well, you better like this chapter.
Anon- I love it when you review! Intense? Intense?! Oh YAY! My story's INTENSE! That makes me so happy for some reason! Thanks for reviewing! Hope you like this chapter!
la cour de belles fleurs- You seem to like reviewing twice for a chapter. Not that I don't mind. But no offense, are you like forgetting that you already reviewed? Memory problem? Thanks for your review!
Please check out my other stories! Especially 'The Downside of Love'! It's good! It's entertaining!
Like it? Hate it? Either way review!