AN: Hello lovely readers! Due to my growing obsession with Cordelia Foxx and Misty Day, I couldn't just sit around and not add my own spin to their romance. So here it is! This story starts after Myrtle gives Cordelia new eyes and the witch hunters attempt to kill Nan.

Okay, so this will be a mutli-chapter fic with a new chapter being posted every Tuesday and Friday. Let's just pretend that Hank isn't dead yet. Foxxay centric but all characters make an appearance. Also, around chapter four is when this fic really earns its M rating…

Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and probably never will.

Oh, and anything that is italicized is the character talking to themselves internally.

Enjoy!

Cordelia's POV

Laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought, I can't get Misty Day out of my head. I know that I should be preparing for the witch hunters, bracing myself for the battle that is sure to come, but nothing seems to matter compared to Misty's endless, contagious optimism and stunning smile.

I hope that she is safe. I hope that she is far away from the dangers that are tied to this coven. Inexplicably, my heart also hopes to find her in our greenhouse waiting for me. Please be safe.

With a tired sigh I sit up, run my fingers through my hair, and shake my head to try and shake away all thoughts of Misty Day. I switch on the lamp by my bedside. My new eyes take a while to adjust to the light, but when they finally do, I walk across the room and open my closet. It's nice not to bump into things every five seconds.

Hidden away at the back is an ancient chest. I drag the heavy box out into the middle of my room and sit cross legged in front of it. One by one I empty it of its contents, my book of shadows, athame, and collection of sacred oils, herbs, and candles. The witch hunters are coming; I need to be ready.

The rose oil smells wonderful as I pour some on my wrists. My heart pounds in my chest. This type of powerful spell can be dangerous and very taxing, but I know that I have to do it for the coven.

After lighting the candles and mixing the herbs, I take my athame and make a large cut across my palm. I know this pain will be nothing compared to what lies ahead if I am hit by one of their damn blessed bullets.

Closing my eyes, I place my bleeding palm on an empty page in my book of shadows, quiet my mind, and whisper:

"Spirits of my ancestors

I call upon you on this eve of a full moon

For guidance and protection.

Light my way,

Illuminate the path to safety.

Please give me the power and courage to protect this coven

And those I hold dear.

Great witches of Salem,

Hear my prayer.

Blessed be."

As I finish the incantation my blood is absorbed into the pages. The candles flicker. Light seems to pour from the book, bathing me in warmth. I can feel the force of the spell tugging on my energy, trying to drain my life force. The silence of the room is slowly replaced. Soft music, a calm melody, floats around me.

"Is love so fragile and the heart so hollow. Shattered with words impossible to follow. You're saying I'm fragile. I try not to be. I search only for something I can't see."

Suddenly, the music stops and the candles go out. The whole room is coated in black. Awakening from my trance, I chuckle harshly. "Stevie Nicks. The answer to all my problems is Stevie Nicks?" A throbbing in my head, worse than any regular headache, causes me to clutch at my skull. Then everything fades away.

Misty's POV

I have always been a child of nature, living in the woods, content to be surrounded by swamp creatures, an endless sea of trees, and the sweet music of Stevie Nicks. The lack of human contact didn't bother me for the longest time, I mean, at least I still had Stevie. I knew that when the time was right my tribe would find me. But I never expected any of this to happen.

I don't really want to be the next supreme, and I definitely don't want Fiona or the witch hunters to kill me. I just want to belong. Right now, all of my instincts are telling me that I belong with Cordelia.

I had to hide from Fiona, and after two lifetimes of hiding I'm pretty good at it. I couldn't bring myself to go too far away from Cordelia though. What if she needs me?

A slight tugging on the bottom of skirt paralyzes me with fear. Has someone found me? Thankfully it is only a branch that has been tangled in the fabric. Mentally exhausted, I sink to the greenhouse floor and put my head in my hands. How did my life become such a mess?

Beautiful moonlight shines through the windows of the room, touching my pale skin. Turning my palm over, I examine the lines. For such a long time I had no one to touch. I craved some sort of physical contact while living in the swamp. At least my plants loved me.

Before I have time to think further I hear a scream coming from the house. It is not Cordelia's but every fiber of my being is telling me to go to her. Jumping to my feet, I run as quickly as I can out of the greenhouse, across the grass, and to the back porch. Someone is still screaming inside as I fling the door open and rush up the stairs.

Picture frames, vases, chairs, basically anything not bolted to the floor is flying around the house. Plates shatter against the walls and books break through windows.

"Make it stop!" that sounded like Kyle.

Doors open and close, the lights flicker on and off. "What the fuck is going on?!" That was definitely Zoe's voice. I reach the top of the stairs. Zoe, Madison, and Nan are all yelling at each other while Kyle is crouched on the ground with his hands over his head.

"Make it stop Madison!"

"I swear it's not me!" Not wanting them to see me, I duck into the closest open room.

"Then who the fuck is it?" I peer around the door frame just in time to see Fiona casually walking up to them. The supreme snaps her fingers and all the objects clatter to the ground with a harsh bang.

"It's me you little shits. I'm better than ever." She winks mockingly and gives a dismissive wave of her hand. "Now clean this mess up."

"But…" starts Nan. Fiona glares at the young witch.

"Don't talk back to me girl." Nan open and closes her mouth, clawing at her throat, desperately trying to breathe. "Or you won't be able to talk at all." With another snap of her fingers Nan sputters and coughs.

"Bitch." She manages to wheeze out.

The supreme smiles and turns her back, walking down the stairs, her elegant red dress just touching the floor. "Damn right I am."

I wait silently for the group to leave. They're all reluctantly cleaning up the massive mess. As quietly as snow falling I sneak across the hallway and into Cordelia's room. "Miss Cordelia?" I whisper into the blackness, frantically fumbling for the light switch. "Cordelia?" Something is wrong. I can feel it in the air.

I finally manage to turn on the lights. What I see causes my heart to fill up with fear. "Oh gods!" She is lying unconscious in the center of a salt circle, blood gushing from her hand.

AN: So how did you like Chapter One? Please please please review! Thank you for reading J