Welcome Ladd's! This is a crossover fic for The Boondock Saints/American Horror Story. Now before you click that back button! Give it a chance, you might like it! Enjoy! This takes place after the events of the first movie, but they moved their sister to L.A before fleeing to Ireland. And with the American horror story part, this is before the Harmon's moved in. and its set in about 2011 because it follows the AHS timeline.

You're beside me on the seat

Got your hand between my knees

And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze

It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear

But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears.

A large grin spread across my face as the wind blew my dark brown tresses around me, my car stereo blasting one of my favorite songs a volume that surely pissed off the people around me. I cast a glace through my open window at the side mirror, checking on my brothers as they brought up the rear in their SUV. The trip from Boston to L.A was a fucking long one and I couldn't wait to get to this new house so I could get something real to eat and take a fucking nap. Finally after taking the last few turns down streets that were crowded with mansions and sports cars, I screeched to a halt in my new drive way, turning down the volume on my Nickleback CD so I could actually hear myself think. I stared up in awe at the large home that loomed before me, the stain glass windows looking almost like sinister eyes as it stared back at me, I loved it already, it had a certain charm too it, it just drew you in. I cut the engine to my 1967 Chevrolet Impala and pushed open the heavy metal door, my high heeled boots making a soft click against the pavement as I stepped out, slamming the door shut behind me. I looked over to my left as the large black SUV pulled into my driveway, my brothers Connor and Murphy quickly exiting it once Connor had shut it off, I quickly engulfed them in a large hug as we all stared up at my new house, or castle as I liked to see it.

"Hate 'ta say it lass, but your house is a piece of shite" Connor said, ruffling my hair.

I sent him a glare as I fixed my hair in the cars side mirror, giving him a swift punch in the arm for the comment about my house, "Shut tha' fuck up Conna' it just needs some work" I said, my accent coming out beautifully, my accent was one of the things I loved about myself, other than my chocolate brown eyes that I had gotten from my father. Both my brothers and I hailed from Ireland and that gave us an accent that would put most southerners to shame. I smiled as we made our way up onto the front porch, having to push open an old rot Iron Gate that had ivy growing up it to get there. I quickly casted a glance over my shoulder as the large white and orange moving truck pulled into the drive way next to Conner's SUV. I tapped the doorbell lightly, already annoyed by the echoing chime that sounded out, that definitely would be changed. A small brownish orange haired woman opened the door, she looked to be in her late forties and wore a grey pants suit that made her look older then she actually was.

"Hello there, I'm Marcy, the Realtor. You guys must be the McManus's" The woman said, smiling politely as she showed us into the foyer, the dark wood floors and paneled wood walls looked recently new, along with the light fixtures which if I was correct looked like Tiffany fixtures.

"Tha' be us lass" Murphy said, linking my arm through his as we walked, I loved my brothers very much but I was always closer with Murphy, I didn't know why but it had always been like that since childhood, we just understood each other more I guess.

"That's a wonderful accent, where are you guys from?" Marcy gushed, smiling warmly but it looked a little put on, like she had to do it a lot.

"Ireland" I said, pulling Murphy along into the kitchen which looked like I had stepped into a modern Better Homes and Gardens magazine, it was all stainless steel and beautiful granite countertops.

"The former owners restored everything, such a lovely couple-" She said, feigning sadness as she talked about the former owners of the home, "-now unfortunately by law I'm under disclosure to tell you what happened to them" She said, his features twisting into a grimace.

"Wha' happened ta them" I asked, running my hands across the black and grey granite counters.

"Murder-suicide, tragic really" She said, once again feigning sadness.

"Whata ya know, Ash, ya got your own haunted house" Connor boasted, laughing as he walked back into the foyer to explore more of the house.

I flicked him off, turning back to Marcy with a slight apologetic look, "Sorry about him, he's an arse"

"Ahh, fuck ya too, Ashley" Connor called out from somewhere in the house, I laughed softly at Marcy's look of disgust that she quickly tried to hide, she obviously wasn't used to vulgar language.

"Okay, so you signed most of the papers all ready but you just have to sign this here and the house is yours" Marcy said, handing me a small stack of papers and a pen as she took a glance around the room, almost as if she was expecting to see something.

I grinned like a psychopath, scribbling my name on the little black line, putting my initials on the line below my name before handing the papers back to Marcy with a giddy expression. She gladly took them in her arms before tossing me the key and scurried out with one more fake smile.

"She seems lovely" Murphy said, putting his arm around my shoulder, I smacked his chest halfheartedly for the comment, walking away from him and letting out a really girly squeal as I danced around the room. The house was mine! I owned a house!

"Calm tha fuck down lad, you're gonna wear a hole in tha floor" Connor said, stepping back into the room. A large smile stretched across my face as I tackled them both in a huge hug, pulling them both closer to me.

"When are ya bitches gonna join me here in L.A" I said, frowning softly as I held onto my twin brothers, it was starting to set in that I was going to have to leave my brothers, I seriously was going to miss them, I was going to miss messing around with each other and fighting, I was gonna miss going to church together every Sunday morning, hell I was even going to miss the killing, because at least we were together, but that's a story for another time.

"Naa, this is your thing, were heading back to tha homeland" Murphy said, wrapping his strong arms around me tighter.

"You guys are headin back ta' Ireland?" I asked, slightly jealous that they got to go back home, but I couldn't really say anything considering if I wasn't already in the process of buying this house they would have offered to take me with them.

"Ya', were gonna miss ya sis" Connor said, giving me one last squeeze before letting me go, telling us that he was going to go start the car before heading out the door with one last goodbye. I quickly wrapped my free arm around Murphy; we had never been away from each other for more than a week before, now we were going to be states away from each other. I buried my head in the crook of his neck, trying to fight back the oncoming tears as I sniffed softly, relishing in the smell of him, his cologne and this stupid rain forest soap that I had gotten him for Christmas.

"Don't cry" He said, holding on to me tighter, "We'll visit ya soon" He said, pulling away and wiping away the tears that had escaped with the pad of his thumbs, placing a small kiss on my forehead before hesitantly walking towards the door. I quickly tried to compose myself as I waved, waiting for the clicking sound of the door being shut before I let out a few more tears, I was definitely going to miss my brothers, as dysfunctional as we were.

"Get ya shite together, Ashley" I said, wiping furiously at my tears as I met the moving guys at the door, telling them where to put things as they unloaded my stuff from the back of the moving truck. I stared out at the empty space in my driveway, where Connor's SUV had been parked; trying to wish away the dull ache in my chest. This was going to be good for me, my first house. I plopped down on my faded black leather sofa once the movers had placed in in the small living room, my hand quickly splaying across my neck to grasp at the rosary necklace that hung beneath my form fitting light blue tank top, feeling the smooth wood of the cross pressing into my bare stomach, almost in reassurance.

My brothers were going into hiding, but I sure as fuck wasn't. I still had a job to do, and I was going to do it, whether it killed me or not.

So there's the first chapter! Hope you liked it, so many unanswered questions I know. All will be revealed later on in the story. Until then, happy reading everyone, and have a great day! - Hannah