Hidden Love – An American Horror Story: Coven Fanfiction
Chapter 1
"Love. It comes in the most mysterious ways, but somehow, it instinctively guides you to a new dimension. Something you've never experienced."
June 8, 2013. Dexter Foxx was finally ready to join his brother Hank in hunting down the nearby swamps in New Orleans. He was not really fond of going out to hunt in the first place, since mainly music had been the main interest to him. So why would he go out to hunt anyways? Because it was manly? Well… yes. But he really wished for bonding with his brother and seeing what his interests were as well. Whenever Hank said he had to go out to work, Dexter would always ask him what kind of job it was. Hank would never tell him the truth about his job, for it was kept secret amongst his family. After hours of begging to know, Hank grudgingly accepted his offer and drove Dexter off with him to the nearby swamps, where his job was.
Sitting in their run down jeep, Dexter turned to the window and saw that they were basically in the middle of nowhere. "Hank, why the hell are we in a swamp? You told me you were going to show me what your job was," he said with disappointment. Not saying a word back, Hank parked the car and gestured Dexter to get out. "Come on, fucker. There's work to be done," Hank said as he got out of the car and walked to the back seat. He then opened the latch under the seats and Dexter saw that there were guns. Obviously for hunting, guns were the proper weapon of choice, and he sighed as he grabbed two guns.
"So what are we hunting for Hank? If hunting season is only once a year and not all fucking year round, we can't be hunting for animals," Dexter said with confusion in his voice and spoke to his brother. Hank laughed. To him, his younger brother was quite odd. Claiming Dexter himself was a badass who had lots of tattoos and could be labeled as a rock star, but he was always afraid of anything associated with death, including hunting in general. "Dude, you have to trust me. When I said that this was the coolest damn job on the planet, you believed me right?" Hank asked. Dexter shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "Yeah, but you had absolutely no intention of telling me what it exactly was."
As the two men approached a nearby opening to the pond and daylight was finally starting to settle in, Hank motioned his brother to keep quiet. "Okay, so this is when we start loading up. Bait's coming real soon," he said with a smirk as he started loading up his rifle with bullets. Dexter rolled his eyes and then started to follow him, filling up his rifle with bullets and then some. Just then Hank turned to his brother again and said, "By this time of day, the bait will come out. They always do."
Before Dexter could prepare for anything else to come, he heard something. Something so odd and unfamiliar to him. It sounded like a woman singing. He looked up to see a young blonde woman humming her favorite tune and picking out flowers. It was at that moment, Dexter couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was everything he imagined to be beautiful. Her skin was so delicate, her blonde hair cascaded from her shoulders, and her eyes. Oh the enticing blue eyes were really the kick starter for Dexter to fall in love with. He then was caught off guard by his brother smacking him on the back of his head.
"Dex! I said load up, here's the target!" Hank whispered aggressively as he prepared his gun and pointed it at the singing blonde woman. When Dexter realized who Hank's target was, his eyes went wide and he snatched Hank's rifle from his hands. "Are you out of your damn mind?" he whispered angrily. "Your job is murdering innocent people? What kind of a sick twisted being are you?" Hank took his gun back and looked his brother in the eye. "Innocent? No, this woman right here… she's special."
Dexter had enough, he wasn't being playful or anything else. His main attention was to finally get the words out of his brother. "Special in what way? This woman has no right to die on the spot," he whispered as he looked back at her. She kept on picking out flowers and then assembled a hair crown for herself. Putting it on her head, she smiled and started to walk back to the trail. Hank smacked his brother again snapping him out of his thoughts. "That woman lives here. Every damn day I try to get her in my hands," Hank paused. He knew this was going to be the moment he would finally tell his brother. "I'm a witch hunter, Dex."
Witch hunter? Now that was the exact reason why Dexter never knew Hank's job. He remembered Hank telling him about the time where a witch nearly set him on fire by using her fire breath and having his dad shoot the witch. Although he never suspected Hank as the killing type. "You've gotta be shitting me man," Dexter said as he shook his head in disagreement. Hank then got frustrated that his brother was killing time when they could've shot the witch dead by now.
"You know what? Since you're here with me, why don't you kill the bitch instead?" Hank snapped as he pushed his rifle to his brother. Dexter took a look at his rifle and then back at the blonde woman who was then releasing a little bird into the air. He couldn't possibly kill such an innocent and beautiful woman. It was then he realized how damn heartless his brother was. "Dammit Dex, point the gun and kill her!" Hank yelled. This caused Dexter's grip on the gun to hesitantly shake and when he fired his shot into the air. When the blonde woman heard the gunshot, she screamed and looked over at the two men who were pointing guns at her.
"No! Stop! Please don't do this!" she cried and begged for mercy. Dexter's heart ached when he saw the blonde cry and fall to her knees. She was helpless and she couldn't die at this point in time. "Oh my god, you're such a baby. Shoot. Her. Dexter!" Hank shouted from behind him as Dexter's grip got even shakier. He locked eyes with the blonde and he couldn't seem to get his game back on track. He was weak, because he couldn't possibly shoot this woman. She never did anything to hurt him… at least not yet.
"That's it. If you're not going to kill her, I'll kill her myself," Hank shouted as he bravely pointed the gun at the blonde witch. She then screamed again and started crying as Hank shot his rifle twice. However, when he tried to aim at the woman, Dexter ran in front of the blonde and took the two bullets that were supposed to be for the other woman. Seeing that he had shot his own brother instead, Hank dropped his weapons and looked down at the body of his brother, lifeless. The blonde woman then took matters into her own hands and grabbed one of the rifles from the ground and pointed it at Hank. "You better get your filthy ass outta here before I bring you to the ground," she commanded as she followed Hank with the gun pointed straight at him. In complete fear, Hank ran back to the jeep as fast as he could not realizing he had left the weapons behind. He could hear a few gunshots from behind and that caused him to run faster. Once he reached his car, he immediately got in and drove off.
Once the jeep had left the swampy area, the woman immediately ran back to where Dexter's lifeless body had laid and she knelt at his side. Slowly caressing the man's face, she let a few silent tears fall from her face and smiled to herself. This man who had been traveling with his killer companion had saved her life. It was then she needed to give him back just as much. She quickly then found the two bullet holes Hank had shot his brother in and took out the bullets that had been buried in his chest. She then covered up the remaining gushing blood with his jacket and tried to dab it away. After most of the blood was covered up, she then prepared for something extraordinary.
"Vitalum vitalis…" she whispered as she leaned her face to Dexter's and started to blow on him softly. Hank was right. This woman was a witch who was roaming the swamps of New Orleans. Her work of resurgence was coming along as she witnessed both bullet holes close and his body temperature rising back to normal. With a gasp, Dexter finally woke up and sat up on the ground. He then looked down at his blood-stained shirt and tried to figure out what had happened. He then rubbed his head and looked over at the blonde woman who was smiling back at him.
"Wha – What happened?" he mumbled as he tried to regain consciousness and move his body. When he tried to bend over and stretch, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. It was from the bullet holes that had been wounded by his own brother. "I think you should just sit still, fella. I promise it'll help you," the woman said as she tried to comfort him and help him regain composure. After a moment, she then spoke again, "You saved my life… I don't know how I could ever thank you for that." Hearing those words come out of the woman's mouth made Dexter form a small smile across his face. "I thought I was dead though…" he said as he looked down at the shirt he was wearing. The blonde then faced him again and said, "You were, I'll let you in on a little secret though. I'm a witch, and I used the power of resurgence to bring you back to life."
Feeling that he was comfortable enough, Dexter tried to stand up but failed the first time. This caused the blonde woman to giggle and then help him steady on his feet. "You know I rarely use that gift, but I knew it was only right to pay back of how you took those bullets for me," she said as she helped him walk. "Wow… thank you. I – uh appreciate it," Dexter spoke. He was at a loss of words from what just happened right now. He then needed to know something else. Who could this beautiful creature possibly be? "So… what's your name?" he asked out of the blue after a silent moment. The blonde then sat him back down and said, "I'm Misty. Misty Day… and you are…?"
"Dexter Foxx, the less psychotic brother," he said with a laugh. Misty Day. That name sounded even more perfect than what he had pictured it would be. From the moment she brought him back to life, he knew that there was something special about Misty. She was a true gem and he was so glad he did what he had to do, or else she wouldn't have been alive at the moment.
"Ah damn, your shirt's all stained up. Come on, Dex, I'll help you out," she said with a smile as she led him to her little home. Dexter couldn't say anything back from what he was experiencing then because he knew that she was such a great woman in of herself. As the two had reached the small wooden hut, Misty slowly guided Dexter inside and closed the door behind her.