Expand TightenWendy Mcfadden was the light of her mother's eyes. She had devoted her life to giving her daughter the best upbringing she could give her. Her driver's license said that she was only twenty six but dear Wendy was going on ninety. She was born on July 10th 1902. She born to Gabby Wardox and Whiskey McFadden, off record of course.

Her parents were never married and they never lived together. Wendy knew that despite this fact they had loved each other very much. Whenever they were together they hugged, kissed, and acted like a family. Well, most of the time.

When she was young Wendy didn't understand why her father couldn't be around all the time. As she grew older she started to understand. Her mother was a witch. Wendy herself was half witch. She had some of the same powers her mother had. People didn't like them. They didn't have many visitors to their home and Wendy was never allowed to play with other children.

Of course, Wendy knew why her mother had to keep her locked her up. She looked just like her father. Her father had bright purple eyes and white hair. She had the same pale hair and purple eyes. If anyone saw her they would know who her father was and all hell would break loss.

Whiskey was a respected doctor and his practice would fall apart if anyone found he had a child with a witch. People weren't ready for that.

Wendy tried to be happy with what she had. She had two loving parents and a loving home. She enjoyed her years of running through grass with father. She remembered his looks of amazement as she produced sparks out of her wand. Her magic was awful but he was amazed, at least he pretended to be.

She remembered him buying her a bike for her eighth birthday and teaching her how to ride it.

Of course, there were the unpleasant memories as well. She remembered waking up in the middle of the night to yelling and fighting. They always tried to only fight when she was sleeping or when they thought she couldn't hear. Mother wanted Father around more and was basically begging him to leave his past life behind. He wouldn't.

The next morning her mother would be quiet and keep to herself. Wendy had never seen her father hit her but she had seen the bruises her mother tried to hide with magic. Sometimes even magic isn't strong enough to hide that kind of pain.

Somehow they managed to hold a family together for 10 years. It was during her 10th year of life that Wendy's life came crashing down. Her younger cousin Casper was dead. He had taken ill and not recovered. She knew the death would hit her father hard but she hadn't known just how hard.

Her father had always drank but it heavily increased after Casper's death. No doubt her father felt guilt for his passing. He was the county's best doctor after all. Yet, he couldn't help him. He wasn't good enough to save him.

After Casper's death her father visited less and less. A grim shadow fell over her home. All she wanted was her family back. She wanted her father to give her a hug and tell her everything was going to alright. It never happened.

Right after she turned eleven she found out her father passed. Wendy spent three days in her room crying. Her mother tried to speak to her several times but the young girl just pushed her away. She didn't want to talk about it. She just wanted to move on with her life.

In the end her mother decided it would best to just move away. They had packed up everything thing they could and left. Her mother wasn't heavily accepted by the magic world since she had taken up with a human. After a few weeks of looking they were taken in by a group of Irish travelers. They were lucky enough to find a group of mostly witches and wizards. It was the first time that Wendy was around her own kind.

As Wendy grew her sadness turned to angry and then to hate. She hated her father for what he had done to her. He had choose being accepted by the community over her. If he really loved her he would have moved in with them.

She hated Casper. If Casper hadn't died her father wouldn't have drank himself to death. She wouldn't have lost her father at a young age. Life wasn't fair.

Wendy turned more and more to alcohol to calm her nerves and ease her pain. As different drugs became available she tried them all. She would disappear for months at a time. When the money ran out she would go back to her mother, get clean, and live normally for a while. Then it would repeat it's self again.

The younger witch tried to stay away from sex but it still happened from time to time. She always used to magic to keep herself from getting pregnant. She didn't want to deal with a baby.

By the time the 90s came around she gave up on the partying. In 1990 she went to New Hampshire to party with a few friends. Apparently she was missing for a week. She didn't remember any of it. She just remembered waking up in a hospital in New Jersey. Her mother put her in rehab for the final time. After that Wendy knew she could never drink or do drugs again.

The two witches often spent their summers in Maine on the coast. Wendy loved seeing the tourist and traveling families. At least at first it was just the summers. After a low income summer they found themselves stuck there. They couldn't afford to move for the winter. The rent was very cheap in the winter and the in the end they decided to stay there.

Of course they struggled. There was lots of people on the beach who told fortunes. It was her mother's magic shows that keep their store going. Rent on the beaches of Maine was very expensive. Her mother's heath was failing. She could only work a few days a week. Wendy had taken to stripping several times a night to pay the rent. Her mother didn't seem to notice she slipped off into the night a few times a week. Maybe she knew and was just turning a blind eye to it. Maybe she knew they would be out on the street if they didn't do something. Wendy didn't know how much longer they could keep it up.

Being a witch didn't mean her mother was going to live forever. Her two hundred year old mother was starting to show her age. She was getting slower and her magic was getting weaker. She still looked young but Wendy could feel the age on her. Wendy knew it wasn't just age that was causing her mother's decline. Lots of witches and wizards lived to be four hundred. It was the sadness that gripped her heart. As much as she loved Wendy's company she knew it wasn't enough. Loneliness was killing her mother.

"Wendy!" Gabby shouted as she came in from a day at the beach. "Come eat dinner with me."

Wendy heard her mother calling from the kitchen. The young witch walked into the kitchen and saw her mother at the table.

"How was the ocean?" she questioned.

It wasn't often that they ate together. They might leave together and run a business together but lead very separate lives.

"I needed to speak to you," Gabby said as her daughter sat down.

Wendy knew what it was about. Her mother had been at her for years to get married. Gabby knew her time was running out and she wanted to live to see her only child married. She had her heart set on a wizard named Desmond Spellman. He was an old friend of her mother and they had lived with him during their travels.

"Desmond Spellman is a good man," the older woman said. "He is from a good line. He likes you."

"Desmond is trouble," Wendy said. "He uses his magic for personal gain. We aren't supposed to do that. Besides I'm not looking to get married."

"If you'd rather have a witch," her mother said setting down her fork. "That's fine with me. How about Tabitha? That nice girl from Salem. You always got on with her."

"Mom!" Wendy said.

Wendy had loved both men and women in her life but that wasn't the point. She didn't want to get married to anyone.

"I don't want you forsake all love just because your father and I..." she started and then frowned.

"Don't blame yourself or Dad," she said. "When I met the person for me i will marry them. It won't matter to me if they're human, witch, wizard, man, woman...I don't care about that."

"...Wendy...you know I'm not well," her mother confessed. "I just don't want you to be alone."

"I know Mom," she said placing a hand on her mother's hand. "If something does happen to you before i have someone special I'll go stay with Tabitha. You know she's like a sister to me."

"That makes me feel a little better," she said smiling at her. "I just want you to be happy darling."

"I am," she said before turning her attention to her food.

Gabby knew the conversation was over. It wasn't often that her daughter opened up and she wasn't going to push the issue.