First things first, The Devil's Dance AGAIN? Yes. Why? Because of everything. Improvements mostly, the adding of a plot, better smut, longer chapters, etc. I know I stopped writing it for a long while, practically abandoned the fic, but life got in the way! Hope you enjoy this version, slightly creepier but (hopefully) with its hot moments ;)
STARTING INFO:
— Set in The Magical Delights of Stevie Nicks, before Fiona and Marie kill Nan. It differs from the canon, so you might question many things at first. In a quick instance I'll say that Cordelia did not need to pierce her eyes to save Misty, Nan was not killed, etc. Every single change from the canon will be explained in the fic, don't worry!
Enjoy the reading!
December 31st, 1929
"Honey, are you okay?" the man asked, watching his wife walk out of the empty nursery room to finally join their guests in the living room. From a few weeks ago he could see something different in her, something that confused him. It all had started the night of the child's birth— and sudden death a few minutes later. They had both been so emotionally disturbed by the fact that they had started staying in their own house, the three sons they had wondering why their little sister never got home. Still, he had not given up— they could try again, and again, and many times more. But she was lost. There was no way she'd ever be the same, and he questioned too many things. Why did she spend so many hours playing the piano in the living room, when she had always despised its sound? Why didn't she play with their sons, or knit them clothes as she had always done? Why was she smiling so macabrely, when she should be grieving her baby's fatal destiny? And most important of all, why did her eyes suddenly have a different color, that had gone from her usual green eyes to golden ones?
"I am, darling." the woman smiled. Taking his hand, she approached him and kissed his lips sweetly. They tasted like blood, he couldn't help but notice, and quickly freed his hand. The woman was confused for a few seconds and smiled. "Let's go downstairs, or we'll miss the arrival of the new year!" she giggled, putting a hand on his arm and starting to walk towards the stairs again. He looked at her with doubt, but finally decided to do as she told. I might be imagining things. She was so beautiful to him, she had always been. The paintings of their family hung from the walls, making clear that she had inherited her beauty from her female ancestors. He put his eyes on the woman's great great-grandmother— a wide eyed teenager who sat next to her four siblings, all of them brown haired and well built— and stared at it, not noticing how his wife's hand moved from his forearm to his shoulder and delicately pushed him forward. Soon every attendant to the party was gathered around the man's corpse, some of them trying to make him regain conscience. No one could, blood all over his head and his neck in an inhuman position. He was dead, and soon they all would be.
Thirty three minutes later, after walking to the large white mansion next to theirs, the woman stood on the steps that lead to the building just in front of the closed gates. She had never met the girls and women that lived there, just observed them quietly from the windows of her house— there were rumours about them, dark rumours. She smirked and put her hand on the gates, opening them easily without touching them and starting to walk towards the front door. She could see a small greenhouse on the corner of the backyard, slightly covered in vines. Her knock on the door alerted one of the maids, it seemed. A young woman, with swollen belly and beautiful blue eyes, wearing her uniform.
"Can I help you with something, ma'am?"
"Excuse me, I do not mean to disturb your party, but… could you tell me what time is it?"
"It's past midnight, ma'am. We've already welcomed the new year." the young maid told, smiling sweetly, one hand on her large belly and the other still holding the door. She had just started working at the enormous white mansion, taking care of the younger girls as she waited for her own child to be born. Her smile disappeared quickly, seeing the woman's eyes. "Are you feeling okay, ma'am? You look feverish." the maid questioned with concern. Such a pure, kind soul. She didn't have time to find an answer— the visitor had quickly slit her throat with a knife.
"I am, darling." the woman told, smiling kindly and walking inside. "I really am."
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December 31st, 2013
Cordelia and the girls had just had dinner, almost every single one having left quickly to head towards the parties they were attending. The headmistress didn't mind being in the house alone, after all the only person that mattered for her was staying. They had been dating for almost three weeks— two weeks and six days, to be exact. And she, she could not be happier that they were finally going to be alone, with no one to interrupt their sleep or wandering through the house, she simply couldn't. The Supreme was nowhere to be see, Myrtle had disappeared gone to Hawaii, and Delphine... well, she couldn't care less. Nan and Queenie had gone to a friend's house, and finally Zoe, Kyle and Madison to one of the many fraternity parties in the town— the starlet having fought with Cordelia for hours about it.
But Misty was staying there with Cordelia in what they hoped would be a romantic evening. The headmistress had already prepared everything after having convinced Misty to take care and water the plants as she did so, knowing she would not get out for at least an hour and the surprised would not be spoiled for the swamp witch. They had gone through so much, she knew they needed a moment of calm and peace for themselves, but also for Misty's sake. The wild haired blonde still had nightmares about being locked in the coffin, and the headmistress had found her wandering through the house in the middle of the night or preparing herself herbal infusions to calm down at three in the morning.
That was why the headmistress had decorated the living room with candles, put the furniture to the sides of the room and set a few blankets and pillows on the floor. The fireplace had already been lit, and she had finally placed a bottle of wine and two glasses next to it, but not too close so the drink would not get too warm. Finally, she turned the stereo on and put the Stevie Nicks CD she had bought before running to the greenhouse and hugging Misty from behind. "I have a surprise for you, swamp princess." she muttered, kissing her shoulder and then smiling against the clothed skin.
"A surprise?" the other smiled and looked over her shoulder, finding Cordelia's brown eyes. She set the watering can down on the table and turned around, her eyes falling on the old clock on the wall, that told it was eleven thirty. "I thought kisses were enough for tha new year, since when do we do surprises?" Misty laughed.
Cordelia tilted her head and rolled her eyes, then smiled with slight shyness. "No, silly, it's not that." she took her hand and started dragging her to the living room between laughs, standing besides Misty as the swamp witch stared around, amazed by the dim lights coming from the candles. She stepped in the room, slowly noticing more details. The wine, the light and warmth coming from the fireplace, everything was so gracefully placed, so delicately forming this romantic atmosphere, it made Misty's eyes fill with tears.
"Cordelia, this is so beautiful!" she exclaimed, turning to look at her and pulling her close into a deep, passionate kiss. It was something Misty had always loved, the feeling that took over her body whenever she was with the headmistress, the pure happiness she felt in her heart every time she saw the older woman smile or heard her laugh. Cordelia's arms quickly were placed around her neck, the woman falling into the kiss easily, her lips reciprocating to each movement before pulling back slightly.
"If you keep kissing me like that we won't need the wine anymore…" Cordelia told with a laugh, taking her hand again and guiding the other to sit in the blanket with her, finding a comfortable position by lying on her side and resting her elbow on a pillow. Misty sat down criss cross instead, smiling at the woman before reaching for the wine. "You look so beautiful under the candlelights." she whispered with a smile.
"Thank you." Misty giggled, serving wine in both glasses and then handing one for Cordelia. She was not a big fan of wine, but she was not going to refuse a glass that Cordelia offered her— and it didn't taste so bad after all. As soon as Cordelia took the other glass she took a sip, looking around her. "For us?" she asked, raising her glass.
"For us." they clinked glasses and drank their content. Soon they were happily talking about everything and nothing, sharing kisses, hugs, rolling on the pillows and making jokes, laughing uncontrollably and throwing pillows to each other whenever they made a mean comment. And hours later, when the bottle of wine was empty and their worries had been sorrowed in alcohol, Misty crawled on top of Cordelia, kissing her way up from the sensible bundle of nerves between the headmistress' legs to her mouth, letting the woman taste herself in her lips. Naked and covered in sweat, they laughed and kept kissing, letting out tired sighs and pants as the swamp witch let her weight fall on top of the headmistress with exhaustion. "Happy new year."
Hope you like this new idea, I'll update weekly (or at least with 4-7 days between updates) and I will take any suggestions/things you want to see in the fic. As always, reviews and follows are more than welcome!