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DISCLAIMER: I do not own X-Men nor do I own the concept of vampires and werewolves. All I have are my socks, and they're non-negotiable.
Special thanks to Taineyah, crazyspaceystracey, and JadeRoez. My collection of reading slaves that have been subjected to beta-reading. Fwee hee hee! I loves them.
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She stepped over another corpse, grimacing at the scene in front of her. They certainly knew how to party at this club. There were dead bodies and blood splattered all over the place. Valerie Cooper knelt down next to one of the bodies and inspected their hand. There was very fine hair growing out of the palm. She let the appendage drop back onto the floor and stood up. "There is something seriously wrong with this scene..." she muttered to herself.
"Tell me about it." a grunt came from behind her. "Saturday morning, and I'm not sleeping."
Valerie inwardly groaned. She turned around and met with her chief, face to face. "That's not what I meant, boss. Look at these people! There's something weird about them! When we opened the door, three of the corpses turned into dust." she ran a hand through her short blond hair.
"What are you suggesting, Cooper? That we're dealing with something supernatural?" he sneered mockingly. "You gotta stop reading those tabloids, Cooper. Go home and get some beauty sleep." he patted her on the shoulder and stomped off.
She scowled angrily. Oh, how she hated that man! He was a close- minded, sexist-pig. Luckily, she had somewhere she could go to vent.
~*~
"Val, honey, could you hand me that scalpel?" Dr. Cecelia Reyes held out a gloved hand to her best friend.
Valerie placed the knife in her hand without question and continued her tirade. "There was HUNDREDS of bodies, all over the place! It was so strange, Celia. All of the bullets were pure silver, and some of them had wooden arrows sticking out of their chests."
Cecelia didn't appear to be paying much attention to her, seeing as how she was prodding at the cadaver's lung, searching for any puncture wounds. "Uh huh? Really, that's nice." she replied mechanically.
Valerie glared at her. "You must've seen something weird! Spending all day in this under ground lab with a bunch of dead bodies... And you think I'M crazy."
Cecelia lowered her mask and stuck her tongue out at the angry blond. She put it back on and continued with her work.
Valerie sat in silence for a few moments, swinging her legs back and fourth on an unused operating table. She looked around at the large steel walls, then at the ceiling, then the tile floor. She started whistling the opening theme of the Andy Griffith show.
"Cut that out. You forget that I have stainless steel knives at hand."
Valerie complied and hopped off her perch. She approached the table that Cecelia was using. "What's the status, doc?"
"Died of multiple bullet wounds in the chest and stomach. Punctured left lung, internal bleeding, and a severe allergic reaction."
"As if bleeding to death wasn't enough... What did he react to?"
"The bullets, apparently."
Valerie took a pair of tweezers and reached into the dish of small shiny objects covered in blood. She fished around for a bit before pulling out a spent bullet. "Silver..." she muttered, inspecting it. "Cecelia, look at this guy's hands."
Dr. Reyes turned the cadaver's hand over. "What am I looking for?"
"Hair."
Cecelia looked at her strangely. "Val, everyone has hair on their hands-"
"Not on their palms!"
"Oh my God..."
~*~
She went limping out of the room; her leg was cut and bleeding and her clothes torn beyond repair. It was always like this, the morning after.
The Sunday sun shone through the window, telling her that it was safe to walk amongst humans again.
"Moira-" she whimpered, staggering into the kitchen.
A woman in her early 30's, wearing large glasses, looked up from her newspaper. The headlines read 'Massacre at nightclub leaves Police scratching heads'. She looked her over and frowned. "Another injury, Rahne? Didye remember anythin'?" she got up from the table and fetched the first- aid kit. Moira applied pressure to the wound and readied a cotton swab with antisceptic.
Rahne winced at the burning sensation from the solution. "Nah. I cannae remember anythin'. There's blood all over me dresser... well, what's left of it."
Moira shook her head. "That's alrigh', Rahne. Donnae worry yuirself abou' it. Occupational hazard." she wrapped a strip of gauze around her leg and fastened it with medical tape. "There we are, sweetie. All bandaged up." She stood up and brushed her knees off.
Rahne smiled. "I'm older than you, Moira. I only look thirteen."
"I know tha'. I guess I just miss m'wee Kevin. He's about yuir... no, y'look abou' the same age."
Rahne plucked up a pair of blue jeans that were hanging over one of the chairs. She quickly changed into them while Moira stood at the counter making herself a cup of her famous coffee. "Doesn't Kevin live with his Da? At least y'know he's safe." she zipped up the fly, "My parents dinnae look back when they left me in the woods."
"That happened 500 years ago. Too bad y'cannae remember what happens while yui're transformed."
Rahne just shrugged. "I guess I hold onta grudges for a long time."
~*~
Wanda snuggled closer to her dream beau and sighed contentedly. This was how it should be everyday. No homework, no magik lessons, no Ororo. Pure bliss.
A sudden bang alerted Wanda, making her jump from her seat and give a startled yelp.
He stood before her with his ruler pressed against the edge of her desk. "Top'o'the mornin', Miss. Maximoff! I hope m'story tellin' isn't sendin' ya t'the land of Nod?"
"No, Mr. Cassidy..." she snarled.
"Oh, that's a relief. I thought I was gettin' borin'!" he walked back to the front of the classroom. "I recommend y'get a few more hours beauty sleep at night, Maximoff. This isn't nap class."
"That could take years!" somebody snorted from the other side of the classroom. The class laughed nervously, all looking cautiously at Wanda.
Mr. Cassidy turned on the source of the interuption. "You're no vision, yerself, Williams."
The class erupted with laughter. Simon Williams smacked one of his friends upside the head and pretended that nothing happened.
"Now, back t'the lesson. The protagonist is cursed. Every full moon, he turns inta a wolf and kills a member of fam'ly-" he pointed to Simon, who had his hand up. "Yes, Williams?"
"Isn't that what happens to Wanda?" everyone laughed, "'cause I was just wondering, since she's so bitchy."
"One of these days, Williams, you're gunna get slapped, an' I'm not dooin' anythin' t'stop it."
Wanda slumped further in her seat. Even if he could be a pain, she appreciated her teacher's sharp tongue. She was also grateful that Simon had decided to quit being smart, and finally shut up. The jerk did it out of spite. The two of them had dated in their freshmen year, but Simon dumped her because she didn't want to go past second base. After that, he had started rumours about her, and she was bestowed with the label 'slut'.
It was true though. Wanda was sleep deprived. She had been staying up late the past few nights talking to Rogue. She wanted to get a few things cleared up.
Rogue didn't drink human blood. She made due with pig or cow blood instead. Because of her non-traditional life style, Rogue had a few privileges that other vampires didn't. For one, she couldn't be burned by holy water. That and crosses didn't have any effect on her. She even took pride in knowing that she had one up on any other vampire she might get into a fight with. All she had to worry about was wooden stakes and sunlight.
Wanda felt a little more secure about having a vampire living in her basement. Rogue couldn't go back to the club. The Hunters had demolished the place in their last raid, leaving hundreds of dead bodies in their wake.
She felt her eyes droop again. She wanted nothing more than to drift back into her pleasant dream again. The guy she was schmoozing with was quite attractive. Unfortunately, the bell indicated that it was time she get up and go home - back to Ororo's nagging.
Wanda groaned angrily. She dropped her unopened books into her bag and forced herself to get out of her desk. She walked to the door but Mr. Cassidy stopped her and called her over to his desk.
"I'mma feelin' a tad bit concerned about you, Wanda. Is there somethin' goin' on at home y'want t'talk t'me about?" he asked seriously.
Wanda was slightly taken aback by his show of concern. "Wha?" how was she supposed to answer him?! 'I've been losing sleep because I've been staying up all night having girl talk with a vampire that lives in my basement. She's cool. I've also been trying to catch up on my magik lessons, because I'm a witch! I snuck off to a night club for demons and got drunk last weekend, so I missed a few things.' didn't seem like an appropriate response. "I've just been watching too many late night talk shows. I'll have a nap when I get home."
"Y'sure?"
She nodded.
"Well, if anythin' comes up, just gimme a holler if need be."
Wanda turned and walked out of the room muttering, "sure, whatever." as she left.
Sean Cassidy sighed as he gathered up some unmarked assignments and stuffed them into his portfolio.
He made his way through the crowded hall to the teachers' lounge. He was greeted by a few members of the faculty. He smiled to them and got himself a cup of coffee from the pot.
He tossed his portfolio down on one of the circular tables, across from the chemistry teacher, who was typing furiously away at his laptop.
"Found the meanin' of life there, Hank?" he joked, taking a sip from his mug.
Hank looked up from his computer and regarded Sean quizzically. "Whatever do you mean, Sean?"
He shook his head. "Never mind."
A lightbulb seemed to go off in Hank's mind and he pulled a folded slip of paper out from under his pile of text books. "This was in your mailbox, Sean. Must be a late assignment or something."
Sean took the paper and unfolded it. It was not, in fact, a late assignment, but a rather humourous drawing of a little bearded man holding a sign. Sean almost choked on his coffee. The leprechaun's sign read 'We're comin' for you, Cassidy'. He quickly crumpled up the paper and tossed it across the room. "That's not funny." he turned his attention back to what Hank was doing. "Whatcha got there? Another notification from the Nutters' Society of Weird Things? Do they wanta make you their leader?"
"Actually, I just received an e-mail from a scientist I met at a convention a few years ago. She's wondering if I could go to Scotland and help her with some project."
"So that's a yes?"
Hank took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Dr. McTaggart is the leading expert in-"
Sean spat out his coffee. "McTaggart?! Y'mean... Moira McTaggart?!"
Hank perked. "You've met her as well?"
He nodded his head. "Yea, I know Moira. Met 'er in University. She's an oddball, that one. Always went on about dragons and unicorns and what not. She thought they were real."
Hank stared at him. "You don't?"
"I'm an English teacher, McCoy. I know the difference b'tween fiction and reality."
"Then why are you afraid of leprechauns?"
"Shut up." he absentmindedly wiped the coffee mixed with saliva off the table. "So... do you think you'll go?"
Hank shook his head. "I have to teach. But Moira said that if it was inconvenient for me to go there, she said she could just as easily pack up and come here."
Sean spat out more of his coffee. "Moira commin' here?! Dear graces! I haven't seen that woman in years!"
"Oh?" Hank put his glasses back on and continued to type away at his computer, not noticing the coffee dripping down the back. "Were the two of you close?"
Sean winced slightly. "Y'could say that... She was m'lab partner in biology." he got out a rag and started cleaning off the table. "Enough about that. I was wonderin' if y'knew anythin' about Maximoff-"
"Ah yes. Pietro is an asset to the track team. Did you know that he's training for the Olympics? Quite the young lad, that one. He's a bit arrogant, and skips practice every now and then, but he's a good kid-"
"I was referrin' to his sister."
Hank 'oh'ed. "Yes... Wanda. What about her?"
"Well, I figured you'd be the fella t'ask. She's been actin' strange... y'know, bringin' weird things to class. She was wearin' a strange amulet that smelled like feet t'day."
"She lives with Amanda Sefton, does she not?" Hank inquired. "The two of them live down the road in that house... the one with the strange herb garden. I believe their guardian is Ororo Monroe."
"The owner of the Occult store."
Hank snapped his fingers. "That's the one! Yes, I had noticed something odd about her. I believe that she is a wi-"
"Don' say 'witch' Hank, or I'll pummel ya. You're as nutty as Moira, with all this mythical, magical talk. None of it exists, so I'd appreciate it if y'came back to reality."
"Leprechaun."
"AURGGH!!!"
~*~
"It's not fair, Amanda. How come I had to wear this smelly thing, and you didn't?!" Wanda tugged off the amulet that hung around her neck. "Ugh... I need a shower." she sniffed her shirt. "And I need to burn these clothes."
Amanda shrugged and continued to read her magazine. "I got caught up on the lesson we missed AND did all of my chores. You slept in."
Wanda glared at her. "You slept in." she said mockingly, "Where DO you find the time?!" she called, making her way upstairs. It wasn't like she was out partying all weekend. Ororo was such a tight ass sometimes. Agatha didn't get on her case about it. Well... then again, Agatha never had to get on Wanda's case about anything. She scared the crap out of Wanda! She'd do her very bidding, out of fear of having her soul devoured or something humourous like that. Regardless of the scariness, Wanda loved Agatha to pieces.
Amanda was such a goody two shoes. No, that wasn't entirely true. She worked really hard at this magik stuff. She was a sweetheart to boot. The two of them constantly pulled shit on Ororo all the time, it was just Wanda who took the blame.
She took a long, hot shower, scrubbing furiously to get the smell off. It was like people repellant. Everyone had kept their distance at school. That was normal, but she had noticed that she had an extra foot of space around her.
After her shower, Wanda changed into her pajamas and stretched out on the couch in the living room. It was dark out by the time the news came on, and Rogue was sitting in the corner, reading a newspaper. Wanda flicked the t.v on and was met with a scene of a massacre.
Rogue looked up from her paper. It was footage of the night club. There was yellow police tape all over the place and blood stains all over the walls and floor.
"This is yet, another strange occurrence. The police say that there were 267 bodies total, including those that vanished when they carried them outside in the sunlight. Could we be dealing with some sort of supernatural force here? Stay tuned for the full report at 11."
Wanda turned to Rogue. "Looks like you're going to have to stay here longer than expected."
She folded her newspaper and got up from the armchair she was occupying. "It certainly does. Well, this might just be a blessin' in disguise."
"How so?"
"'Ro asked me t'keep an eye on you."
Wanda groaned.
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More characters introduced! YAY! It's my favourite sonic-voiced Irishman!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own X-Men nor do I own the concept of vampires and werewolves. All I have are my socks, and they're non-negotiable.
Special thanks to Taineyah, crazyspaceystracey, and JadeRoez. My collection of reading slaves that have been subjected to beta-reading. Fwee hee hee! I loves them.
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She stepped over another corpse, grimacing at the scene in front of her. They certainly knew how to party at this club. There were dead bodies and blood splattered all over the place. Valerie Cooper knelt down next to one of the bodies and inspected their hand. There was very fine hair growing out of the palm. She let the appendage drop back onto the floor and stood up. "There is something seriously wrong with this scene..." she muttered to herself.
"Tell me about it." a grunt came from behind her. "Saturday morning, and I'm not sleeping."
Valerie inwardly groaned. She turned around and met with her chief, face to face. "That's not what I meant, boss. Look at these people! There's something weird about them! When we opened the door, three of the corpses turned into dust." she ran a hand through her short blond hair.
"What are you suggesting, Cooper? That we're dealing with something supernatural?" he sneered mockingly. "You gotta stop reading those tabloids, Cooper. Go home and get some beauty sleep." he patted her on the shoulder and stomped off.
She scowled angrily. Oh, how she hated that man! He was a close- minded, sexist-pig. Luckily, she had somewhere she could go to vent.
~*~
"Val, honey, could you hand me that scalpel?" Dr. Cecelia Reyes held out a gloved hand to her best friend.
Valerie placed the knife in her hand without question and continued her tirade. "There was HUNDREDS of bodies, all over the place! It was so strange, Celia. All of the bullets were pure silver, and some of them had wooden arrows sticking out of their chests."
Cecelia didn't appear to be paying much attention to her, seeing as how she was prodding at the cadaver's lung, searching for any puncture wounds. "Uh huh? Really, that's nice." she replied mechanically.
Valerie glared at her. "You must've seen something weird! Spending all day in this under ground lab with a bunch of dead bodies... And you think I'M crazy."
Cecelia lowered her mask and stuck her tongue out at the angry blond. She put it back on and continued with her work.
Valerie sat in silence for a few moments, swinging her legs back and fourth on an unused operating table. She looked around at the large steel walls, then at the ceiling, then the tile floor. She started whistling the opening theme of the Andy Griffith show.
"Cut that out. You forget that I have stainless steel knives at hand."
Valerie complied and hopped off her perch. She approached the table that Cecelia was using. "What's the status, doc?"
"Died of multiple bullet wounds in the chest and stomach. Punctured left lung, internal bleeding, and a severe allergic reaction."
"As if bleeding to death wasn't enough... What did he react to?"
"The bullets, apparently."
Valerie took a pair of tweezers and reached into the dish of small shiny objects covered in blood. She fished around for a bit before pulling out a spent bullet. "Silver..." she muttered, inspecting it. "Cecelia, look at this guy's hands."
Dr. Reyes turned the cadaver's hand over. "What am I looking for?"
"Hair."
Cecelia looked at her strangely. "Val, everyone has hair on their hands-"
"Not on their palms!"
"Oh my God..."
~*~
She went limping out of the room; her leg was cut and bleeding and her clothes torn beyond repair. It was always like this, the morning after.
The Sunday sun shone through the window, telling her that it was safe to walk amongst humans again.
"Moira-" she whimpered, staggering into the kitchen.
A woman in her early 30's, wearing large glasses, looked up from her newspaper. The headlines read 'Massacre at nightclub leaves Police scratching heads'. She looked her over and frowned. "Another injury, Rahne? Didye remember anythin'?" she got up from the table and fetched the first- aid kit. Moira applied pressure to the wound and readied a cotton swab with antisceptic.
Rahne winced at the burning sensation from the solution. "Nah. I cannae remember anythin'. There's blood all over me dresser... well, what's left of it."
Moira shook her head. "That's alrigh', Rahne. Donnae worry yuirself abou' it. Occupational hazard." she wrapped a strip of gauze around her leg and fastened it with medical tape. "There we are, sweetie. All bandaged up." She stood up and brushed her knees off.
Rahne smiled. "I'm older than you, Moira. I only look thirteen."
"I know tha'. I guess I just miss m'wee Kevin. He's about yuir... no, y'look abou' the same age."
Rahne plucked up a pair of blue jeans that were hanging over one of the chairs. She quickly changed into them while Moira stood at the counter making herself a cup of her famous coffee. "Doesn't Kevin live with his Da? At least y'know he's safe." she zipped up the fly, "My parents dinnae look back when they left me in the woods."
"That happened 500 years ago. Too bad y'cannae remember what happens while yui're transformed."
Rahne just shrugged. "I guess I hold onta grudges for a long time."
~*~
Wanda snuggled closer to her dream beau and sighed contentedly. This was how it should be everyday. No homework, no magik lessons, no Ororo. Pure bliss.
A sudden bang alerted Wanda, making her jump from her seat and give a startled yelp.
He stood before her with his ruler pressed against the edge of her desk. "Top'o'the mornin', Miss. Maximoff! I hope m'story tellin' isn't sendin' ya t'the land of Nod?"
"No, Mr. Cassidy..." she snarled.
"Oh, that's a relief. I thought I was gettin' borin'!" he walked back to the front of the classroom. "I recommend y'get a few more hours beauty sleep at night, Maximoff. This isn't nap class."
"That could take years!" somebody snorted from the other side of the classroom. The class laughed nervously, all looking cautiously at Wanda.
Mr. Cassidy turned on the source of the interuption. "You're no vision, yerself, Williams."
The class erupted with laughter. Simon Williams smacked one of his friends upside the head and pretended that nothing happened.
"Now, back t'the lesson. The protagonist is cursed. Every full moon, he turns inta a wolf and kills a member of fam'ly-" he pointed to Simon, who had his hand up. "Yes, Williams?"
"Isn't that what happens to Wanda?" everyone laughed, "'cause I was just wondering, since she's so bitchy."
"One of these days, Williams, you're gunna get slapped, an' I'm not dooin' anythin' t'stop it."
Wanda slumped further in her seat. Even if he could be a pain, she appreciated her teacher's sharp tongue. She was also grateful that Simon had decided to quit being smart, and finally shut up. The jerk did it out of spite. The two of them had dated in their freshmen year, but Simon dumped her because she didn't want to go past second base. After that, he had started rumours about her, and she was bestowed with the label 'slut'.
It was true though. Wanda was sleep deprived. She had been staying up late the past few nights talking to Rogue. She wanted to get a few things cleared up.
Rogue didn't drink human blood. She made due with pig or cow blood instead. Because of her non-traditional life style, Rogue had a few privileges that other vampires didn't. For one, she couldn't be burned by holy water. That and crosses didn't have any effect on her. She even took pride in knowing that she had one up on any other vampire she might get into a fight with. All she had to worry about was wooden stakes and sunlight.
Wanda felt a little more secure about having a vampire living in her basement. Rogue couldn't go back to the club. The Hunters had demolished the place in their last raid, leaving hundreds of dead bodies in their wake.
She felt her eyes droop again. She wanted nothing more than to drift back into her pleasant dream again. The guy she was schmoozing with was quite attractive. Unfortunately, the bell indicated that it was time she get up and go home - back to Ororo's nagging.
Wanda groaned angrily. She dropped her unopened books into her bag and forced herself to get out of her desk. She walked to the door but Mr. Cassidy stopped her and called her over to his desk.
"I'mma feelin' a tad bit concerned about you, Wanda. Is there somethin' goin' on at home y'want t'talk t'me about?" he asked seriously.
Wanda was slightly taken aback by his show of concern. "Wha?" how was she supposed to answer him?! 'I've been losing sleep because I've been staying up all night having girl talk with a vampire that lives in my basement. She's cool. I've also been trying to catch up on my magik lessons, because I'm a witch! I snuck off to a night club for demons and got drunk last weekend, so I missed a few things.' didn't seem like an appropriate response. "I've just been watching too many late night talk shows. I'll have a nap when I get home."
"Y'sure?"
She nodded.
"Well, if anythin' comes up, just gimme a holler if need be."
Wanda turned and walked out of the room muttering, "sure, whatever." as she left.
Sean Cassidy sighed as he gathered up some unmarked assignments and stuffed them into his portfolio.
He made his way through the crowded hall to the teachers' lounge. He was greeted by a few members of the faculty. He smiled to them and got himself a cup of coffee from the pot.
He tossed his portfolio down on one of the circular tables, across from the chemistry teacher, who was typing furiously away at his laptop.
"Found the meanin' of life there, Hank?" he joked, taking a sip from his mug.
Hank looked up from his computer and regarded Sean quizzically. "Whatever do you mean, Sean?"
He shook his head. "Never mind."
A lightbulb seemed to go off in Hank's mind and he pulled a folded slip of paper out from under his pile of text books. "This was in your mailbox, Sean. Must be a late assignment or something."
Sean took the paper and unfolded it. It was not, in fact, a late assignment, but a rather humourous drawing of a little bearded man holding a sign. Sean almost choked on his coffee. The leprechaun's sign read 'We're comin' for you, Cassidy'. He quickly crumpled up the paper and tossed it across the room. "That's not funny." he turned his attention back to what Hank was doing. "Whatcha got there? Another notification from the Nutters' Society of Weird Things? Do they wanta make you their leader?"
"Actually, I just received an e-mail from a scientist I met at a convention a few years ago. She's wondering if I could go to Scotland and help her with some project."
"So that's a yes?"
Hank took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Dr. McTaggart is the leading expert in-"
Sean spat out his coffee. "McTaggart?! Y'mean... Moira McTaggart?!"
Hank perked. "You've met her as well?"
He nodded his head. "Yea, I know Moira. Met 'er in University. She's an oddball, that one. Always went on about dragons and unicorns and what not. She thought they were real."
Hank stared at him. "You don't?"
"I'm an English teacher, McCoy. I know the difference b'tween fiction and reality."
"Then why are you afraid of leprechauns?"
"Shut up." he absentmindedly wiped the coffee mixed with saliva off the table. "So... do you think you'll go?"
Hank shook his head. "I have to teach. But Moira said that if it was inconvenient for me to go there, she said she could just as easily pack up and come here."
Sean spat out more of his coffee. "Moira commin' here?! Dear graces! I haven't seen that woman in years!"
"Oh?" Hank put his glasses back on and continued to type away at his computer, not noticing the coffee dripping down the back. "Were the two of you close?"
Sean winced slightly. "Y'could say that... She was m'lab partner in biology." he got out a rag and started cleaning off the table. "Enough about that. I was wonderin' if y'knew anythin' about Maximoff-"
"Ah yes. Pietro is an asset to the track team. Did you know that he's training for the Olympics? Quite the young lad, that one. He's a bit arrogant, and skips practice every now and then, but he's a good kid-"
"I was referrin' to his sister."
Hank 'oh'ed. "Yes... Wanda. What about her?"
"Well, I figured you'd be the fella t'ask. She's been actin' strange... y'know, bringin' weird things to class. She was wearin' a strange amulet that smelled like feet t'day."
"She lives with Amanda Sefton, does she not?" Hank inquired. "The two of them live down the road in that house... the one with the strange herb garden. I believe their guardian is Ororo Monroe."
"The owner of the Occult store."
Hank snapped his fingers. "That's the one! Yes, I had noticed something odd about her. I believe that she is a wi-"
"Don' say 'witch' Hank, or I'll pummel ya. You're as nutty as Moira, with all this mythical, magical talk. None of it exists, so I'd appreciate it if y'came back to reality."
"Leprechaun."
"AURGGH!!!"
~*~
"It's not fair, Amanda. How come I had to wear this smelly thing, and you didn't?!" Wanda tugged off the amulet that hung around her neck. "Ugh... I need a shower." she sniffed her shirt. "And I need to burn these clothes."
Amanda shrugged and continued to read her magazine. "I got caught up on the lesson we missed AND did all of my chores. You slept in."
Wanda glared at her. "You slept in." she said mockingly, "Where DO you find the time?!" she called, making her way upstairs. It wasn't like she was out partying all weekend. Ororo was such a tight ass sometimes. Agatha didn't get on her case about it. Well... then again, Agatha never had to get on Wanda's case about anything. She scared the crap out of Wanda! She'd do her very bidding, out of fear of having her soul devoured or something humourous like that. Regardless of the scariness, Wanda loved Agatha to pieces.
Amanda was such a goody two shoes. No, that wasn't entirely true. She worked really hard at this magik stuff. She was a sweetheart to boot. The two of them constantly pulled shit on Ororo all the time, it was just Wanda who took the blame.
She took a long, hot shower, scrubbing furiously to get the smell off. It was like people repellant. Everyone had kept their distance at school. That was normal, but she had noticed that she had an extra foot of space around her.
After her shower, Wanda changed into her pajamas and stretched out on the couch in the living room. It was dark out by the time the news came on, and Rogue was sitting in the corner, reading a newspaper. Wanda flicked the t.v on and was met with a scene of a massacre.
Rogue looked up from her paper. It was footage of the night club. There was yellow police tape all over the place and blood stains all over the walls and floor.
"This is yet, another strange occurrence. The police say that there were 267 bodies total, including those that vanished when they carried them outside in the sunlight. Could we be dealing with some sort of supernatural force here? Stay tuned for the full report at 11."
Wanda turned to Rogue. "Looks like you're going to have to stay here longer than expected."
She folded her newspaper and got up from the armchair she was occupying. "It certainly does. Well, this might just be a blessin' in disguise."
"How so?"
"'Ro asked me t'keep an eye on you."
Wanda groaned.
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REVIEW!