American Horror Story
Déjà vu
Pilot
An english teenage girl is seated at a breakfast bar in a large, modern kitchen furnished with clearly expensive utilities and furniture. The room looked like one from an 'Ideal Home' magazine. The girl has long, straight blonde hair reaching to the middle of her back; she had a pale face and pink lips which make her look almost angelic. The only make up she wore was mascara, carefully applied to her long lashes. And her eyes, a ring of hazel around the outside going into a sea of green and blue, people who looked into them would often comment how neither eye quite looked the same, she would always joke that they changed with the weather.
The girl was focused at the laptop in front of her, she has scrolled down to present the image of an elegant mansion covered in ivy. Footsteps coming into the kitchen broke her concentration, she turned around. A man in his early twenties stood only a couple of feet in front of her. She stood, on cue, showing her whole 5ft 10 height. She was quite tall and was a good couple of inches more than many men she knew but not with him. This man towered over her, his messy chestnut head reached only inches from the top of the door frame. The girl's small body shivered slightly as his gaze reached her. He noticed the girl's reaction; he grinned and licked his lips.
'Henry..' she said innocently.
'Alexandra, why is it that whenever you're on that laptop, you are looking at that god-damn house?' he questioned, knowing the answer before she even spoke it, she always replied the same.
'Because I want to move there its perfect, I hate this house. There's too much death here and I want to be far away from it as I can.'
'Aw yes' he said mockingly 'poor mummy and daddy, how unfortunate.' He regretted it the moment he said it. Alexandra pushed her way past him and the quick, silent thud of her running up the stairs came a moment later. He sighed, walking over to the place Alexandra had sat a moment before and looked at the image displayed on the laptop. He read the description written underneath, his eyes widened.
'Fucking Alexandra, why is it that you're always right? This house is perfect.' He sighed under his breath as he wrote down the number. 'This better make you forgive me.'
He picked up the phone and dialled the number. A woman answered and after just a couple of minutes he had arranged to meet the lady the next day to buy the house 'the sooner the better' he said.
'The sooner the better.' Alexandra repeated under her breath, she was at the stop of the stairs, listening in to Henry making plans for the tomorrow, buying flight tickets and arranging for all their furniture to be shipped off in only a couple of hours. He always did things on a whim, he wants me to be happy again Alexandra thought.