Author's Note & Disclaimer: I don't own American Horror Story or the characters, but I do own the fanfiction idea so please don't copy or repost my story - it sucks to do that. I hope you enjoy and review!
Summary: Ally Mayfair-Richards is the new housekeeper of the Murder House. Her employer and owner of the house, Kai Anderson, is a tyrant. AHS Cult/Murder House crossover fanfiction. [Ally x Kai. Boo me.]
Rated M (Explicit) for a good reason.
"I've seen your red door, I want it painted black
No colours any more, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes."
...
A chilly morning greets her on the way to her new job. She walks confident in her steps, despite of internal struggles, embracing a fresh start after Ivy has passed. She's spent months dressed in grief and she is sick of drowning in self-loathe and pity. As she pulls her large gray coat around her slim waist, she pushes aside recollections of events that led to her beloved one's death; it's time to build her life anew in a town where nobody knows her.
Soon the cab drives into the alley of a Victorian mansion, and Ally awakens. She's being dropped off together with sleepy Oz by her side and some luggage stacked in boxes - she brings her entire life with her.
Ally rings the doorbell and holds her breath as the sound echoes away. The house is ominous, she examines the windows of the richly ornamented facade - magnificent and cold. It looks so much bigger than the Internet.
A girl in her twenties all dressed up in black opens the massive front door.
"Do you need anything?"
She seems high. Ally shrinks further in her big coat.
"I'm here for the vacant position. Ally Mayfair-Richards. We've talked on the phone."
"Right. Ally. You're here to fill in for Moira. Poor woman, she died so suddenly. I'm Winter, by the way," The girl's long, dark eyelashes dramatically bat, she rolls her brown eyes, " Please, come in."
The blonde winks at her and Ally blushes as she follows after Winter Anderson with Ozzy tagging along. Might this be the start of a new romance? Ally already feels excited but she manages to control herself in front of her son, who's just lost a parent.
The staircase leads into the hallway that ends with a second storey.
"This here is your room," The blonde bimbo opens a door and thrusts the heavy suitcase down.
"Hey ,kiddo, let me take you to your room."
Her heart skips a beat, she doesn't like the idea of being separated from her son.
"Wait! When I read the add it promised accommodation and I thought Oz and I were going to share a room."
"No, ma'am. This house is big enough, no need to share. I think the boy would feel more comfortable if he had a room on his own. Right, son?"
The last words belong to a man who intrudes their conversation and she turns around; for the first time in years she feels electricity down her spine.
In the corner of her eye, Ally watches Winter walking away with Oz into a direction which seems to be the end of the long hallway.
Her stomach churns as her worried eyes skitter back to the blue-haired man in the dark-red robe.
"Ms. Mayfair-Richards, I expected you to be older. Come and have a conversation with me in the study," His body seems toned through the fabric with his bare chest peeking.
The man greets her by touching the back of her hand with his mouth and it makes her heart leap - she's not used to such kind of old-fashioned familiarity.
He leads her into a spacious room with large windows furnished with an oak desk, two armchairs and a sofa in dark leather.
As he sits opposite her she gets the chance to study his face and decides its beautiful, even more than his sister's. His blue hair is tied into a bun and his pale face make him look a bit sick. Ally sits down in the armchair quietly observing the surroundings, her feet sink into a cozy Persian rug. The macabre oil paintings on the walls depicting demons with horns together with the furniture scream of decadence. She can not decide if she hates it or not.
"So why did you decide to become a housekeeper? You look young, healthy. You could do any job you want," His voice is mesmerizing too, she notices. It seeps through her ears like rich honey, and she wants to cover them; makes her feel seduced and peccant. He looks like a man that could persuade you into doing anything he wants, no matter how wrong or twisted and she hates that,it almost makes her turn around and leave the room, but she remembers her purpose.
"I-I recently became a widow and decided that moving would help us both get over it."
Her smile is feeble and she almost stops breathing when she notices that Kai watches her closely. His eyes travel slowly from her eyes to her lips, down to her neck, and then all the way back. Ally flushes with indignation. She's rarely used to the attention of men, she doesn't need it.
"You decided to move from Michigan to LA? Weird, indeed," He remarks, gauging her reaction.
"Well, you know. Just visiting a few places, and getting a new job. Anything that helps," She continues with more certainty in her voice," Maybe even settle somewhere."
However, he doesn't look much interested in what she says but more in what she appears to be.
"So tell me, Ally, do you believe in God?", He quickly changes topic.
"Honestly..Not really."
"Good, me neither," He smiles and Ally shifts in her chair, she feels his eyes bite into her like jaws of a shark,"My sister did a great job in choosing you. I think that's all I need to know for now. Welcome to my home, Ally Mayfair-Richards. Mi casa es su casa."
After the awkward interview, Ally goes back to her room and unpacks. Her stomach finally settles and she starts to feel a bit better now, knowing she's actually been approved for the job by the master of the house himself.
In the late afternoon, Winter comes along with some food and brings Oz with her.
"He can stay with you tonight, you know, get used to the place," Winter smiles. Ally is relieved.
She kisses her son's messy hairline.
"Mom, do I really have to? I want to go back to my room. "
Ally laughs looking at her son trying to act grown up and fearless, "Yes, sure. Go have dinner to your room. Good night."
Her heart softens on seeing her son's smile. His happiness is what Ally lives for.
"Alright then," Winter starts again," I brought you up dinner but that's only because you've traveled far and you're both exhausted. However, no room service to be expected. Dinner is downstairs, every night at eight. That's the only meal you'll be sharing with us. Breakfast and lunch you have in the kitchen after you prepare our food. You 'll help Beverly, the cook," The blonde looks at her under the endless length of her thick, black lashes and clears her throat before she continues, "If you don't have any other business to attend to, that is. If you need anything, I'm the room beneath you," Winter is being nippy, Ally suddenly starts to dislike her and wishes the blonde would evaporate so she could rest. It has been a long day.
"I almost forgot. Here is a list of things you'll do for my brother every morning. Good night, Ally."