Seven devils all around me
Seven devils in my house
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Crimson liquid cooled, crusting and darkening around the edges, it began to irradiate the pale skin hidden underneath a layer of soaked fabric. She'd never killed before. Not even a rodent when her mother so lovingly screeched at her. "Just kill the damn thing, Cordelia!" And now here she was, staring unblinkingly at soiled hands with clouded mixed matched eyes seemingly memorized by the sight. She inhaled, all five of her senses coming to life, she felt her still racing heart thunder deep within, smelled the strong scent of copper still thick in the air, it burned flared nostrils making her dizzy. In the distance, she heard the tell-tale clicking of her mother's Louboutin heels against the hardwood floor coming closer and closer.
The heavy oak door swung open a moment later revealing, Fiona clad in her usual black, wearing a slightly shocked expression across her face. The atmosphere in the room crackled weakly with magic bringing forth goose pimples on Cordelia's pale flesh."Jesus Delia, What did you do?" Sharp eyes scanned the area, drinking in the horrific scene with slightly unsettled eyes.
The younger woman darted her gaze upward, unique eyes flashing in confusion."I don't...I don't know..She just wouldn't shut up and I told her to stop but she just..she just wouldn't." She bowed her head once more taking in the enormous puddle of blood surrounding her like a crimson moat and awaited the pain of being thrown into a nearby wall and/or the ear piercing screaming to begin. Instead, though a heavy silence ensued then finally after an agonizing couple of minutes passed the clicking of heels picked up once more, each step echoing sharply within Cordelia's ears as they drew nearer and nearer. She didn't dare look up but flinched when soon she felt the touch of long delicate fingers combing through her hair. "Shhh, Delia." The mixed matched eyed woman stiffened, maybe this was a trick. It was only after a few tense moments that it became apparent that it wasn't that she finally relaxed, leaning into the touch. How long has it been since her mother showed her any type of affection? "It's alright, I'll take care of everything." Fiona soothed, smoothing the fine hair, letting her fingers dive deeper lightly scratching the scalp with perfectly manicured nails.
After a few more tender pets, the older woman reached down grasping the younger blonde by the forearm, giving it a tug, encouraging her upward."Come on Delia, let's get you cleaned up." She leads the shaken woman towards the bathroom, sitting her down on the toilet lid, she strolled over to the tub, turning the water on, making sure it was just at the right temperature, adding bath salts here and there, when satisfied she went back to Cordelia. Tenderly, she pulled the soiled shirt up and over the head. "You know when I was just a little girl your Grandfather began teaching me how to hunt." Sure hands went around the still shaking woman, unclasping the stained bra, she let it fall precariously to the floor. "He showed me how to hold a gun." She made Cordelia stand upward onto two unsteady feet. "How to aim it." She extended her arms around Cordelia, finding the zipper almost instantly. "How to shoot." She eased it downward. "How to kill." The ruined fabric fell, pooling around the younger woman's ankles in a crumpled heap. "And eventually when I finally did take something down, do you know what he did?" Cordelia shook her head almost robotically.
"He dipped his fingers into the bullet wound then smeared the blood all over my face." The woman's eyes glazed, her mind taking her back to that day. "He said it was a tradition." She grinned, scanning Cordelia from head to toe, taking in the wide smeared patches of red here and there over normally pale smooth skin. "But it looks like you've beaten me to it."
Fiona grasped a stiff hand in her own leading the other woman to the shower until they were standing beside the tub. She reached down with each hand, grasping the hem of Cordelia's panties, she carefully slid them off, bending at the waist only to get them past two trembling knees. Straightening, she gently prompted Cordelia to step into the warm water. When fully standing in calf-deep water, Fiona applied pressure to Cordelia's shoulder, encouraging the Headmistress to sit. "That's it. Good girl." Fiona cooed within Cordelia's ear, giving her a peck on the temple. "Stay right here, I'll be back in just a minute." She went to get up only to be halted by a hand on her own. "Shh, Delia, I'll be right back I promise." Temperately satisfied with the answer and feeling somewhat embarrassed by her clinginess, Cordelia loosed her grip, letting her mother free.
Fiona walked out of the bathroom making sure to keep the door open just a crack, just in case she was needed then strolled leisurely to the mutilated body. Bending at the waist she studied the bloody mess for a moment. "Jesus Christ." She'd seen a lot in her years but she'd never seen a murder quite this brutal. The face was like freshly ground beef, all bloody and to a pump, it was unrecognizable, even the hair was clumped together in sticky vile strings. It was only by the expensive clothes and a couple of blonde strands, that Fiona could finally determine who this poor soul was. Fiona lips quirked into a pleased little smile. Good, even though this girl was obliviously not the supreme, she was glad to see Madison gone, she'd loathed that obnoxious little bitch.
"Damn, what went on in here?" a voice from the door broke the silence like fine glass. Recognizing the accent instantly Fiona sighed, glancing towards the source, those emeralds immediately landing on the African American woman. She straightened, the corner of her lips quirking into a smile. "Well, it seems my daughter has finally grown a backbone."
Marie chuckled showing off straight pearl white teeth, stepping forward, long braids gently swaying from side to side. "Is that so?" Dark eyes darted around the room, taking in the gruesome scene the voodoo queen looked impressed. "Well, she's diffidently your daughter." She snorted in mild amusement.
Despite practically being called a butcher, Fiona's chest swelled with a bit of pride. Yes, the Goode blood ran strong in those veins, a flash of her mother carving a maid like a Thanksgiving turkey sped through her mind, or should she say, Shelton.
"And who is that?" The other woman questioned, nodding toward the mutilated body.
Fiona glanced towards the body in question, emeralds rolled heavenward. "The slut."
"Thank God for that, another week with that girl and I was going to kill her my damn self." Marie spat looking downward at the corpse in disdain. Giving a nod of agreement, Fiona reached deep into her bra, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, she took one out and lite it. She inhaled deeply, thinking what would be the easiest way to clean this up.
"How's the girl?"
Fiona let out a ragged sigh staring downward at the mess. "Shaken of course." She took a drag, smoke puffing out through flared nostrils, caressing pale cheeks in mischievous swirls. "My Delia has such a gentle soul."
The voodoo witch let out a humorous laugh. "Your Delia huh, the same woman you slapped off a chair and called worthless not even a day ago."
"She was too damn soft, I did it for her own good." Fiona spat out through gritted teeth, eyes flashing in agitation. A hum from the other side of the room let her know that the other woman didn't believe a word of it. Eyes narrowed a bit. "You of all people know how bad things are right now. Just think of how Cordelia would deal with it."
A moment of silence, followed by another ragged sigh while fingers ran through golden tresses."She couldn't." She stated more to reassure herself.
The voodoo queen threw her hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, but if you were my momma, I would have either killed you or told you to kiss my black ass a long time ago." She tossed a handful of braids over her shoulder.
"You just proved my point, Delia's not like us." She waved a hand, watching the body disappear leaving behind only a large puddle blood behind. "She has a soul." Turning around she walked through the door, shutting it with a solid click. While making her way down the hall, she slipped on a pair of Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses and smiled. There was a body needing to burned.
Submerged within rapidly cooling water, with bended knees drawn up to her chest, Cordelia heard the murmuring behind the door but paid it no mind. She'd killed someone. Brutishly. Bloodily. She'd slammed that cane down over and over again even when the girl had taken her last breath.
Reclined on the love seat, deep in the plot of a newest Stephen King, Cordelia was startled back to reality when a voice echoed just feet from her. "Hey marbles, when are we just going to kill that petrified slut?" The blonde sighed placing the book open upon the cushion, she turned to the girl. "We can't simply kill Fiona, Madison. We have to have a plan."
Madison huffed, crossing her arms. "Well, I'm tired of these retarded none existent plans. Let's just go in there and slit the bitch's throat."
Cordelia's heart bottomed out, stomach-turning and churning at the mere thought of confronting Fiona head on. She'd seen what the woman could do and plenty of times, she felt what the woman could do. The feelings must have reflected within her facial features because the girl suddenly smirked."You're scared of her, aren't you?" She snorted in amusement. "Our top bitch is scared of her mommy."
"That's enough." Suddenly feeling a headache coming on, she lifted upward away from the love seat, walked around it, heading to the nightstand, for another fist full of pills.
"Oh, what's the matter did I hit a nerve?" The younger blonde feigned a regretful pout which quickly morphed into a wicked smirk. "Don't like people making fun of you like mommy does."
Cordelia's eyes widened a bit. "What?"
"That's right bitch, I heard it all." Dark eyes flashed in triumph. "You're worthless! Useless! Get out of my sight! Does that sound familiar?"
Her mother's outraged face flashed through her mind, all discolored with veins pulsating within that normally elegant neck. Eyes closed and she inhaled deeply willing the image to go away. "Get out." She demanded in a low warning tone even though she knew there wasn't anything she could do. Her hands shook to open the cap causing the pill inside to rattle.
Another breathless laugh. "She's right you know."
"Get out!"
"You are worthless." She sneered, wanting to hit the older woman low. "And useless."
"I bet she wishes she never gave birth to you." And that's when she felt it, a deep snap inside, and all the anger, the sadness, the longing washed over her in a tidal wave. The medicine bottle fell to the floor with a crash, and a now empty hand grabbed the closest weapon nearby. "Shut up, Shut up, Shut up!" She swung the walking cane with all her strength hitting Madison directly across the temple, knocking the girl down with a solid thump. The rest was a blur of adrenaline and overall numbness. She sees herself slamming the cane down again and again, even when hands flew upward, trying fruitlessly to block a blow. She kept on, crimson drops raining down, spattering here and there, getting into her mouth, eyes, it overwhelmed her. The metallic taste, awakening that microscopic primal part of the brain that long since been dormant, it egged her onward, making sure this threat was taken care of. When she finally came to her senses, her mind couldn't seem to process what had just taken place, so her whole being shut down, bonelessly she slid down on bended knees within the still steaming pool of blood, staring at nothing and everything.
She emerged, letting the rose scented liquid bead down her body. She carefully stepped out, reaching for the enormous fluffy white towel, picking it up she wrapped herself in the slightly scratchy fabric. Shuffling out of the door, she jumped a bit, hands going directly toward the towel opening, when her wide eyes landed upon Marie Laveau perched on her bed, with a champagne glass full of sparkling liquor clutched in her hand.
"Where..Where is Fiona?" She inwardly swore at the pathetic sound of her voice.
"Cleaning up your mess."
The blunt statement caused the blonde to visibly wince. Cordelia glanced down at her shifting feet, just now noticing the droplets of water dripping onto the hardwood floor.
Across the room, a deep sigh echoed and an unseen pair of eyes rolled. "Come here." Her eyes immediately darted upward, watching the woman with the intensity of prey spotting a predator as she slid from the bed in a whisper of cloth and strode over to the vanity where she remained standing just behind the chair. Not one to make a fuss, especially with a woman as dangerous as Marie Laveau she began a cautious trike over. "Sit." Cordelia despite her state of mind lowered into the dark wood chair with all the grace of a queen, just like her mother taught her all those years before.
Marie reached over her shoulder, picking up a silver-handled brush. "My first kill," She began brushing Cordelia's hair in long soothing strokes. "Oh, I remember it well. I had that same doe-eyed look afterward that you have now." Onyx orbs locked onto the reflection of a mixed matched pair. "But I enjoyed it, just as you did."
Cordelia shook her head rapidly in denial.
"Ah, but you did."
She didn't enjoy it did she? No, she didn't. She couldn't have. "No-no, I didn't" She shook her head once more. "Awe now, there's no shame in enjoying it all."
Cordelia listened to the older woman, inwardly disagreeing with every word. How can she justify a murder by saying it felt good. "No." it was a whispered, pathetic, and everything she strives not to be.
Marie hummed in disbelief then began to speak; words spinning, interlacing like a spider's webbing. "Oh yes, you did; that first loud scream when the knife comes down, the tug on the blade when you pull it out of flesh, the scent of blood in the air. The feel of your heart pounding deep in your chest."
"Or in your case, a cane." A third voice chimed in and Cordelia recognized it instantly as being her mother's. Unable to turn her head, Cordelia looked in the corner of the mirror finding her mother almost immediately.
Fiona stood by the enormous bed clutching the item in question, holding it upward she admired the light shimmering in the still wet blood. From her place, Cordelia stared at her mother's reflection, squinting at the cane she could just make out strands of hair wound sticking to it. "There's also that overwhelming surge of raw power when someone is squirming beneath you, desperately trying to free themselves." Tossing it to the floor, Fiona walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulling out two tumblers and a crystal decanter half full of scotch, she poured herself a finger's length. "It's the only thing better than sex." Lips quirking into a mischievous smile, she raised the glass in a 'cheers' gesture then took a long pull, wincing a bit at the burn.
A hearty chuckle echoed from behind Cordelia. "Amen ta that." In the far background, Fiona poured a second tumbler, this one just a little bit fuller than the last. She strolled over extending the sparkling glass to the younger woman whom hesitantly took it with slightly shaking hands."I'm so proud of you, Delia." She placed a now empty hand on Cordelia's shoulder giving it a light squeeze. Emeralds twinkling, she flashed Cordelia that tight little smile that never seemed to reach her eyes.
Cordelia's stomach flip-flopped, wondering just what unsaid deal had she just made with the devil. Unseen by her, the two older women exchanged a knowing look. Maybe, finding the next Supreme wouldn't be so difficult after all.
END?
AN: Should I continue this? Yes or no, I really want to though this fandom needs something more than just Violet/Tate (which I do not really see the appeal in... so please let me know. I live like two hours from New Orleans and it tickled me to no end when I first found out it was going to be set there.
Also on another note, I hated how Fiona died I mean WTF Shouldn't she have went out with how do you say, oh, more style.