The Scent of You

Chapter 1

Pov Wanda 

Life isn't fucking fair.

I learned that from very early on. Whatever you want, whether that be a piece of candy, a friend or a job, you have to work for that.
And even if you put all the effort into it, that doesn't mean you get to keep it.
You can hope all you want but people will always end up taking away what's yours.

The first time I learned that lesson was when I was ten. My parents died in a car accident, leaving me and my brother to fight for ourselves.
I sat at their graves for hours and cried, wishing to get them back, get them to stay with me for just a little longer.
But it never worked.

The second time, the lesson felt like a punch to the gut. My brother and I were in the foster system. We were always together, until he got picked by his foster parents. But they only had capacity for one child, so I was left once again.
They took him away from me and there was nothing I could do. That feeling of being helpless, of being stripped of the only person that meant something to me stuck with me ever since and I swore to myself that I will do everything I can do to avoid feeling like that ever again.

There are many ways you can teach yourself to be powerful and independent but the most successful one is also the most dangerous one: dark magic.

Once you start, you never come back to the light. But who needs light when you can have control?

I'm not saying it's easy or safe to try out dark magic, it definitely isn't.
I had many setbacks and nearly ended up in the ER many times but I took every failure as a lesson to work harder and put more work into it.
After all, magic works better than money ever will.

There are things you can't buy with money but magic sure can help you with that. The more time I dedicated to this, the better I got and the harder it became to let go.
It's like a drug, once you use it, you want to do it again until it sucks you in deep enough so you won't ever leave. But that's okay because I don't want to leave.

Not everyone is made for the darkness though and many people fear it. There's no reason to be afraid if you know how to control it. But apparently my boyfriend didn't share that opinion with me.
When we first met, I wasn't very trained in the dark arts and didn't feel the need to share this part of my life with him.

After we got together, I decided to trust him and tell him. Vision was never a fan of magic, especially not dark magic. He always pleaded for me to stop but I didn't see a reason why.
I gave him everything he wanted and more.
While he was at work, I looked through my spellbook and tried different spells. And when he got back home, I didn't mention the magic and all was good.

We were happy together and with a bit of help we were even able to buy a house for the two of us. It might have been a little too big for two people but I quickly made use of the spare bedrooms.
One became his office and the other one my spell chamber.
I used that place to try out spells and brew tinctures.

I perfected my craft in every needed way. He didn't have to go to work, I had all of our expenses covered but he insisted on going. Maybe I should have gotten suspicious by then but I didn't, I trusted him.

He was the third big lesson that you can't expect people to stay if you don't put work into it.
And I'm not talking about the usual stuff like spending time together, going on dates and do everything else couples do.

No, you need to find a way to lure them in and then make them stay forever.
The first time I saw her was at a restaurant.

Vision took me out to eat there, it was quite romantic actually. Maybe that was another hint that something was wrong.
She was working, serving people their food and drinks and picking up orders. Sadly, she wasn't responsible for our table though. After that night, she slipped my mind again but never fully left it.