Ooookay. I am soooo sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I tried, but
this is all I could get. Never fear. though! Chapter 3 is MUCH longer!
Believe me, I've already gotten it all written out, I just need to type it
up.
YEEE! 11 reviews for chapter 1!!!! That makes me so happy! A big Thank-You goes to all of you who read Scam and came back, and to those of you who haven't read Scam, GO DO IT NOW! ... Go...
I mean it....
Go.
I foolishly forgot to put in my disclaimer in the last chapter... How could that have happened?
DISCLAIMER: Sorry, I just kinda-
Amieva: BACK TO WORK! *whiplash*
DISCLAIMER: Eep! Amieva doesn't own Evolution OR St.John's socks, although that would be awesome.
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Just looking at her, you couldn't tell if you were seeing Wanda Maximoff, or a young Magda Lehnsherr. Her raven hair fell just past her shoulders. Her skin was still pale, like when she was a teenager, but held a slight tan from spending time out in the sun.
She stabbed her cigarette butt out in the ashtray and stood up to leave the cafe.
Smoking. She had started smoking not long after she moved in with Mystique and her Brotherhood. It was an escape. A reason to get away from the boys and spend some time alone. Wanda always pushed people away, even her own brother. She hadn't even had a steady boyfriend since... well, she had had her share of one-night-stands, that was for sure. She didn't want to invest any emotion in anybody. Life had taught her that it would only end in tears.
That was why she got Morgan. She made a great body guard. She hated everyone except her mistress. Wanda smiled. She missed her kitty.
She had traveled to Transia to get in touch with her roots. She had tracked down a woman named Bova. Bova was her mother's nanny and best friend in her childhood. Now, she was an old woman who midwived for a band of Romany-speaking Gypsies.
Wanda clearly remembered her meeting with the old matron.
~*~
Her large doe-eyes gave one a sense of comfort and security. She was calm and nurturing toward Wanda, treating her like one of her own children.
"Your mother was the most sought after girl in the band. Everyone loved her dearly." Bova reminisced in a heavy European accent. "She was a little spark of light during dark times. You look so much like her, my little Magda."
Wanda blushed slightly, feeling tears form in her throat. It was her fault that Magda was dead. She took another sip of the herbal tea Bova had given her.
"She had many men lined up at her caravan, seeking her hand. But she turned them all down. She was 'waiting for true love' as she would say. I told her many times to marry while she was still young, or she might end up like me - old and looking after everyone else's children. Then one day," she sighed sadly, "that white-haired devil came and took my sweet Magda away from me." She dabbed her eye with an old handkerchief.
Wanda leaned over and patted her shoulder. "Do you hate my father?"
Bova sniffed and put on a forced smile. "No. I could never hate Eric. He loved Magda more than his own life, and she him. Oh, the two of them were so happy."
"How did they meet?" all of these questions had plagued Wanda since childhood. Her father never talked about his wife. Wanda wanted to know everything about her mother.
"They met while we were traveling. We stopped the caravan and decided to set up one of our shows. We had magician, jugglers, strong-men, sword swallowers - your mother was a fortune-teller. She had her own booth. Eric came to her one night to have her read his cards. He must've been unsatisfied with the results, because he came back the next night as well, and the night after that. He came to see her every night we were there.
"He joined our caravan, using his 'talents' to wow audiences.
"He married Magda within the year and swept her off to America to raise a family."
Wanda set her mug down on the coffee table. "And the rest is history." she fought back her tears. "Thank you so much, Madame Bova." she whispered.
She took Wanda's hand. "Oh no, dear. Please call me Bova, or nana, if you wish. I should be thanking you, Wanda. It is a great gift to me to see Magda's beautiful child, all grown up and healthy. It gives me strength in my old bones. When you walked into my caravan, I wanted to dance with joy, to see my Magda again."
"Nana..."
Bova shook her head and released Wanda's hand. She opened a wooden box next to her worn out old sofa. She produced a rectangular package wrapped in a red scarf. Bova placed the bundle in Wanda's lap and motioned for her to open it. "They were your mother's. She asked me to keep them for her until she came to see me. I've waited almost 30 years, keeping them locked away."
Wanda untied the scarf and watched in awe as a deck of cards fell into her lap. "What are these?" she examined a picture of a heart with three swords sticking through it.
"They're your mother's Tarot cards. They're of no use to me. She would've wanted you to have them."
Wanda sniffed and smiled sadly. "Thank you."
~*~
Bova was the kindest woman in the world. Her face reminded Wanda of a cow, but she would NEVER tell Bova that. Yeah, that would've been nice of her! "Hey Bova, thanks for telling me about my late mother. Oh by the way, you look like a cow!"
She would be sure to keep in contact with her.
She boarded the plane that would take her back to New York. It would be a 12 hour flight from Transia. It was fortunate that Wanda had her favourite novel handy for the trip home.
'The All Consuming Darkness' was by far THE best book ever. Wanda opened it to where she had left off. Winona Masters was about to stab her lover through the heart upon realizing that he was conspiring with her father against her. She could relate to the characters so much, it almost scared her.
The stewardess came up and interrupted her reading. She was so startled, she almost made her armrests melt, but luckily Wanda was able to calm herself before any damage was done.
"Would you like anything off the cart, miss?" she asked sweetly.
Wanda shook her head in dismissal and went back to her book.
After two hours of reading, she started to feel her eyes droop. She succumbed to the sleep gremlins and drifted off into a dreamless slumber.
~*~
When the plane touched down and let the passengers disembark, it was dark out and raining heavily. Wanda sighed, searching for her luggage on the revolving thingy. This was to be expected for EARLY spring. But wasn't this supposed to end in April? It was the second week of May for cheese sakes!
Because of the heavy downpour, Wanda would have to wait until the next day for her ride home to show up. Unless she wanted to call a cab and risk drowning on the way to Bayville... Nah... Tonight wasn't a good night to chance death. She had a feeling something was in store for her when she got home.
Wanda was just hoping that Toad wasn't involved.
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YAY! It's done! I'm not totally sure about Time Zones and shite, considering I don't travel much and have never even ventured out of this province before... but nyeah. I don't care, it's fiction, I can do whatever I want. Heck, if I wanted to make Toad a model for Chip and Dale's, then I bloody well would, but since I don't *shudder* I won't.
Ewww! Burn the mental image from my head!!!
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Buh-Baiz!
YEEE! 11 reviews for chapter 1!!!! That makes me so happy! A big Thank-You goes to all of you who read Scam and came back, and to those of you who haven't read Scam, GO DO IT NOW! ... Go...
I mean it....
Go.
I foolishly forgot to put in my disclaimer in the last chapter... How could that have happened?
DISCLAIMER: Sorry, I just kinda-
Amieva: BACK TO WORK! *whiplash*
DISCLAIMER: Eep! Amieva doesn't own Evolution OR St.John's socks, although that would be awesome.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just looking at her, you couldn't tell if you were seeing Wanda Maximoff, or a young Magda Lehnsherr. Her raven hair fell just past her shoulders. Her skin was still pale, like when she was a teenager, but held a slight tan from spending time out in the sun.
She stabbed her cigarette butt out in the ashtray and stood up to leave the cafe.
Smoking. She had started smoking not long after she moved in with Mystique and her Brotherhood. It was an escape. A reason to get away from the boys and spend some time alone. Wanda always pushed people away, even her own brother. She hadn't even had a steady boyfriend since... well, she had had her share of one-night-stands, that was for sure. She didn't want to invest any emotion in anybody. Life had taught her that it would only end in tears.
That was why she got Morgan. She made a great body guard. She hated everyone except her mistress. Wanda smiled. She missed her kitty.
She had traveled to Transia to get in touch with her roots. She had tracked down a woman named Bova. Bova was her mother's nanny and best friend in her childhood. Now, she was an old woman who midwived for a band of Romany-speaking Gypsies.
Wanda clearly remembered her meeting with the old matron.
~*~
Her large doe-eyes gave one a sense of comfort and security. She was calm and nurturing toward Wanda, treating her like one of her own children.
"Your mother was the most sought after girl in the band. Everyone loved her dearly." Bova reminisced in a heavy European accent. "She was a little spark of light during dark times. You look so much like her, my little Magda."
Wanda blushed slightly, feeling tears form in her throat. It was her fault that Magda was dead. She took another sip of the herbal tea Bova had given her.
"She had many men lined up at her caravan, seeking her hand. But she turned them all down. She was 'waiting for true love' as she would say. I told her many times to marry while she was still young, or she might end up like me - old and looking after everyone else's children. Then one day," she sighed sadly, "that white-haired devil came and took my sweet Magda away from me." She dabbed her eye with an old handkerchief.
Wanda leaned over and patted her shoulder. "Do you hate my father?"
Bova sniffed and put on a forced smile. "No. I could never hate Eric. He loved Magda more than his own life, and she him. Oh, the two of them were so happy."
"How did they meet?" all of these questions had plagued Wanda since childhood. Her father never talked about his wife. Wanda wanted to know everything about her mother.
"They met while we were traveling. We stopped the caravan and decided to set up one of our shows. We had magician, jugglers, strong-men, sword swallowers - your mother was a fortune-teller. She had her own booth. Eric came to her one night to have her read his cards. He must've been unsatisfied with the results, because he came back the next night as well, and the night after that. He came to see her every night we were there.
"He joined our caravan, using his 'talents' to wow audiences.
"He married Magda within the year and swept her off to America to raise a family."
Wanda set her mug down on the coffee table. "And the rest is history." she fought back her tears. "Thank you so much, Madame Bova." she whispered.
She took Wanda's hand. "Oh no, dear. Please call me Bova, or nana, if you wish. I should be thanking you, Wanda. It is a great gift to me to see Magda's beautiful child, all grown up and healthy. It gives me strength in my old bones. When you walked into my caravan, I wanted to dance with joy, to see my Magda again."
"Nana..."
Bova shook her head and released Wanda's hand. She opened a wooden box next to her worn out old sofa. She produced a rectangular package wrapped in a red scarf. Bova placed the bundle in Wanda's lap and motioned for her to open it. "They were your mother's. She asked me to keep them for her until she came to see me. I've waited almost 30 years, keeping them locked away."
Wanda untied the scarf and watched in awe as a deck of cards fell into her lap. "What are these?" she examined a picture of a heart with three swords sticking through it.
"They're your mother's Tarot cards. They're of no use to me. She would've wanted you to have them."
Wanda sniffed and smiled sadly. "Thank you."
~*~
Bova was the kindest woman in the world. Her face reminded Wanda of a cow, but she would NEVER tell Bova that. Yeah, that would've been nice of her! "Hey Bova, thanks for telling me about my late mother. Oh by the way, you look like a cow!"
She would be sure to keep in contact with her.
She boarded the plane that would take her back to New York. It would be a 12 hour flight from Transia. It was fortunate that Wanda had her favourite novel handy for the trip home.
'The All Consuming Darkness' was by far THE best book ever. Wanda opened it to where she had left off. Winona Masters was about to stab her lover through the heart upon realizing that he was conspiring with her father against her. She could relate to the characters so much, it almost scared her.
The stewardess came up and interrupted her reading. She was so startled, she almost made her armrests melt, but luckily Wanda was able to calm herself before any damage was done.
"Would you like anything off the cart, miss?" she asked sweetly.
Wanda shook her head in dismissal and went back to her book.
After two hours of reading, she started to feel her eyes droop. She succumbed to the sleep gremlins and drifted off into a dreamless slumber.
~*~
When the plane touched down and let the passengers disembark, it was dark out and raining heavily. Wanda sighed, searching for her luggage on the revolving thingy. This was to be expected for EARLY spring. But wasn't this supposed to end in April? It was the second week of May for cheese sakes!
Because of the heavy downpour, Wanda would have to wait until the next day for her ride home to show up. Unless she wanted to call a cab and risk drowning on the way to Bayville... Nah... Tonight wasn't a good night to chance death. She had a feeling something was in store for her when she got home.
Wanda was just hoping that Toad wasn't involved.
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YAY! It's done! I'm not totally sure about Time Zones and shite, considering I don't travel much and have never even ventured out of this province before... but nyeah. I don't care, it's fiction, I can do whatever I want. Heck, if I wanted to make Toad a model for Chip and Dale's, then I bloody well would, but since I don't *shudder* I won't.
Ewww! Burn the mental image from my head!!!
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Buh-Baiz!