Liebe eines Dämons
I don't own X-Men: Evo
Chapter Five
"You what?" Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow. Violet rolled her eyes, watching Todd's face turn an interesting shade of greenish blue.
"I just want to know if I could maybe come by after school. We could... I dunno, cast a few spells?" Wanda considered it for a moment, letting Todd slide down the bank of lockers to the point where his feet could touch the ground.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain blue eyed cat, would it?" Violet watched Wanda's expression carefully, wondering what was going through her mind.
"So, let me get this straight. You're going over to a friends house after school, to work on a project?" Kurt asked, eyeing Violet mindfully. She nodded, placing a hand on her hip.
"Vi, you are in every one of my classes. We don't have any projects due." Violet rolled her eyes. "I never said it was a school project."
"Ja, whatever. Just be home before six."
'AKA; be home before dinner.' Violet nodded, smiling and hugging her brother tightly. "Danke!"
"Whoa whoa whoa, what is she doing here?" Lance demanded, looking at Violet. Violet cocked her head to t he side and blinked. Pietro peeked around the corner, eyeing Wanda uncertainly before turning his attention to Violet.
"Hey, you're that one girl! The one who's always hanging off the fuzzy freak!" Lance looked at Pietro as was sent flying out the window.
"We just got that fixed." Lance sighed, rolling his eyes as he heard Pietro's whining from outside the house. "Sorry."
"It was bound to happen sooner or later."
"You wanna learn something for that?" Violet asked, cocking her head towards Pietro. Wanda looked faintly interested. "Loud music, and lots and lots of fly paper."
Wanda raised an eyebrow. "Just make sure that if you put it around food, to let the other guys know to stay out of the way."
"And this does what?"
"Provides entertainment, of course. It works like a charm... just make sure he's not fuzzy." Violet shivered. "Kurt ended up supremely pissed off after that. Ripped out patches of hair everywhere."
"Sounds interesting though." Pietro's ears perked up.
"Lance! They're plotting to kill me!" Pietro cried. Violet looked at her watch.
"Shit! Lance, can you give me a ride home?" Lance looked over at her. "You can't teleport?"
"No, that's a Kurt thing."
"Lance?" Violet asked, giving up on trying to change the station on the radio. The thing must have melted togather or something. "You do know that Kitty's going out with Kurt, right?"
Lance slammed on the brakes and turned to look at her.
"What?"
"Violet you're late." Kurt was sitting on the from steps of the mansion. His eyes left his watch as he looked up at who had given his sister a ride home.
He heard the sound of the car door opening, but didn't see the fist until it was too late.
"You think you can steal Kitty from me, fuzz freak? Think again."
