This is my first AHS ( S3 Coven) story! Please R&R I love to hear ideas and thoughts!
A white light blinded her. Fiona couldn't make out where she was, was she in heaven? She wasn't sure where the hell she was. Maybe it was hell. The light got brighter as she opened her eyes.
She coughed and coughed as her blurred vision became clear. It took her a second to realize she was no longer in the arms of Cordelia, drawing her last breath, but she was in a bed. She could hear a dog barking outside and the sounds of the bugs of summer. Sunshine was filling the dark room.
Where am I?
She sat right up taking in her surroundings, not recognizing anything for that matter. She didn't know whose bed she was in. She looked around. She sat up and staggered to the window, peering outside. Grass, trees, and a lake were all she could make out due to the blinding light from the sun. She stumbled around until she saw something familiar, Jimmy Choo Pumps. Fiona sighed happily and gracefully slipped them on and stood back up, shocked at the reflection looking back at her. Touching her face she gasped.
Christ, is that me?
It was the Fiona before the cancer diagnosis. Her golden locks of hair were frizzy from sleep, but there. She tugged on it and it didn't fall out. Her face was glowing and she looked well rested. She pursed her lips, chuckling a bit as she stared at herself. Her attention to vanity was short lived when she heard a whistling sound.
" Babydoll, I see you're awake. You're not usually up this early." the raspy voice said.
Fiona took one look and saw a face she didn't want to see again. She took a few steps forward as she headed into the kitchen of her new surroundings " What the hell did you say? Where am I? How long have I been here?"
The Axeman, set down his catch and threw his hat down. He leaned against the wall, taking in Fiona Goode. " There is no time in eternity..." he smiled at her. He went over and grabbed her shoulders and kissed her. Fiona pushed him away and located something strong on the counter. She reached for the glass bottle and let the liquid relax her. He reached around to grab her again and this time she slapped him, but he sent her to the floor.
Fiona gasped as she felt her lip begin to throb with pain. Not only was she dizzy, but she began to taste blood. With an outstretched arm, her lover, lifted her up with ease and steadied her as she walked around to study her new surroundings.
She took in the pine walls, the fish in the sink. The sites and smells were a bit overwhelming.She couldn't understand why this was happening and she just wanted to wake up from her nightmare.
She moved about the house taking in the rooms and finally just had enough.
" I want to go back. I want my daughter. I don't want to be here." She slammed her head against his chest after he grabbed her. His hand slid down her back and clasped her other and he danced her to their room. " Shhh, you're stuck with me forever, baby."
Welcome to Hell.
Fiona began to hear soft but haunting laughter from across the room. Papa.
She groaned and shut her eyes as she felt this hell she was in consume her while the Axeman danced her right back to the bed.
He carefully laid her down and got in beside her. Her stomach churned as he got closer, he reeked of fish and she couldn't stand seafood. He handed her a cigarette. She twirled it in her fingers before he fumbled for his lighter and she quickly accepted the waiting flame.
He gently grabbed her hand in his and kissed her fingers lightly.
" So what do we do everyday? I just don't seem to remember." She says almost in a daze as she tries to get a grasp on her reality.
" I fish and stare at you, babydoll. We fight,we make love. It's my idea of heaven." he smirked.
Fiona rolled her eyes.
She was suddenly missing New Orleans and The Coven, which brought her so much pain and grief. She closed her eyes in hopes of waking back up there and hoping for another day getting bitched at by her daughter or killing witch hunters with her enemy. She missed her vast collection of shoes, and a closet most women would kill for.
Her lover drew her out of her thoughts as he traced her face with his soft thumb. She breathed in his scent, one of cigars and cologne.
Suddenly it got very real. She made the deal with the devil himself and here she was living in her own hell. Day after Day. Life in a cabin, was what Fiona Goode had been reduced too.
" Love transforms, don't you remember I told you that?" he asked, kissing her temple.
As quickly as he had set it, Fiona drew back and sat up.
A laugh escaped her lips as she took a long draw from her cigarette before blowing the smoke in his direction.
" Don't you realize, I really never loved you? I couldn't love anyone. I was dying and I was desperate to feel something, and I just couldn't. I didn't have a soul. I was just using you the whole time." she let her voice draw out the words.
" Bullshit. You do love me. You were scared. You're scared to open up and be vulnerable. I've seen that side of you baby. That night, when I never left your side. You lost everything. I was there." he said as he rubbed a single tear from her cheek.
Fiona just smirked. She forgot he had been there with her, through moments she never let anyone see. Fiona Goode had moments of weakness. She never let anyone in or let anyone get close enough to see, but somehow this man walks right into her life and she begins to share everything and feels herself letting go. She feels.
" I love you more than jazz. You know that. Now we're stuck together. We can figure this out, you and me." he kissed her deeply, not letting her reply.
Fiona moaned in pleasure at his kiss and at his hands. After that, she was done in, melted. They made passionate love, something they did everyday, but this time he felt something different. Fiona too. She curled up with him and fell asleep.
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After a long nap, Fiona woke up feeling happy and well rested. It took her a minute to adjust. The room was dark and only a little light from the moon was coming in. Fiona grabbed a coat she found as she rummaged through the closet, one of her own, and headed to find loverboy.
She heard music. She stood listening a minute before heading outside. It was her first time venturing outside the cabin. Fiona inhaled the fresh night air and the smell of a cigar.
Her lover was sitting on the porch of the cabin playing a few bars of something familiar on his axe. She smiled as she watched him play. He didn't realize she had been there until he felt her presence and smell of perfume as she sat beside him.
He kissed her head and smiled. " Babydoll."
" Couldn't sleep?" She asked tiredly. He found her so sexy when she was half asleep. She shook her head.
Putting down his instrument, he took her in his arms instead and held her close. She could feel his breathe on the back of her neck.
They sat like that for a while, listening to the sounds of nature, intertwined, their breathing slow and steady like the flow of wind passing through the night.
Fiona felt it again.
She felt warm and happy, content for the first time in her life. Now she was dead, but she was feeling. It was a bit scary and overwhelming, but the the warmth raced through her whole body. She silently let a few tears fall. The Axeman pulled her closer. He could feel it radiating from within her. He rubbed her back. " It's going to be alright." he said. She looked up at him. " You-you can feel that?" she asked, startled. He smiled and nodded. His face glowing from the moonlight. " Yes. I can, which is why I know you love me, babydoll." he said kissing her again.
This was all so new. She was no longer answering to a council, in charge of a dying race and up against a rising power. She wasn't being judged or scrutinized or feeling her powers being drained. She felt something in her, stronger than her powers ever made her feel. She felt. She felt real, true emotions. She had a chance at true love, despite being in what she thought to be hell, it was turning out to be okay. She had taken things slow.
" This is so much to figure out, so much I've never known." She said as she pushed her hair back behind her ear.
" That's what the afterlife is for, my love. Second chances." the way he said it made her head swirl with questions. What would their future hold? Would she repeat this day over day after day for the rest of eternity, or could she make some changes and make something of her time at the cabin.
" Second chances, huh..." Fiona said before taking a sip of the bourbon.
What would that mean for this former supreme?
TBC.....