Chapter 1- Moving day
Hi, this is a story me and my friend wrote, this is in fact a fanfic that has been posted before but this one is edited to the core. If you want to read the original fanfic it is on natnao13's account. She is the other writer.
disclaimer: we don't own American Horror Story. obviously. Season one would have ended differently if we did. It would probably end up being just like this. Isn't that the reason why people write fanfic? Because they can't put this in the actual story? So what's the point in the disclaimer? Anyway, here's the story.
Kestrel's POV
I look around as I walk into our new house, as soon as I walk in I smell an awful smell of rot mixed with cleaning supplies, Me and My twin sister, Valentine go our separate ways to explore the house more.
I walk into the bathroom and take a glance in the mirror. I look over my hair. Black with rainbow highlights. Turning away from the mirror I catch a glimpse of my eyes. A bright, neon, green. Smirking I make my way down the hallway and walk into a room.
Walking around the room I nod to myself.
"This room's mine, Val!" I yell and start to mentally plan the look of the room.
Valentine's POV
From the outside this house looks ancient. I think back to yesterday, the lady had said something about how some of the last people who lived here, died here. She had also mentioned that the previous owners had ran out of the house screaming about monsters. The second she said that I knew this was where I wanted to live. Though it didn't matter if I liked the house or not. As soon as I walk into the house I think I smell something rotten but I think it's just the knowledge of someone dying here that makes me smell things that aren't actually there.
I separate away from my twin and venture into the kitchen. It is nice, I'm glad that this is where we get to live, the place is big like a Manson and pretty like one too, it's smells like cleaning supplies, so the house was freshly cleaned, then I move on, wandering until I find what previously must have been the master bedroom. I liked the room but it's just not my style. I continue wandering around until I somehow manage to find the attic. The room obviously hasn't been cleaned in years as I can feel the dust in my lungs and I drag my fingers along the floors and obvious lines follow my fingers, the room is empty except for a terrifically old looking mirror, and the room has nothing on the walls except a large vent on one side of the room, it was the perfect size for crawling in.
I couldn't help myself as I pulled the panel off and crawled in. There were more cobwebs than I can count. I should probably be worried that the walls would collapse under me but my need for adventure was greater. I continued crawling until I found a drop, the vent went straight down and the dark abyss seems endless, so I turn around and crawl back into the attic.
I suddenly find myself standing on the other side of the room, directly in front of the mirror. I don't remember walking over here. I lifted my hand to the mirror and wiped away some of the dust. I brush the cobwebs out of my ginger hair. It's always felt weird to look in mirrors. Me and my twin sister, Kestrel, are identical except for our hair and eye colors. Kestrel's hair is black with rainbow highlights, my hair is red, I'm a natural born ginger. Now her hair is dyed but the resemblance is still there. The only thing different on us that is different is our eyes. Kestrel's is neon green like a cat's. Mine are gray and boring, I've always envied her attention seeking eyes. Looking in a mirror always bothered me because it looked just like my sister.
I shift uncomfortably on one foot, then straighten out my white t-shirt and my blue skinny jeans, then I see it, him. A man sits crouched in the corner of my room, I loudly gasp in fear, and spin around as fast as I can but find that I'm standing alone in my room... I shake my head and turn back to the mirror... But the man isn't there, hmm so there really are ghosts in this house, I look back at where he was standing and decide that the attic shall be my room. Achievement unlocked.
I take my bed frame out of a box and put it back together in the attic, stepping into kestrels new room to let her know what room I've chosen, also about the guy in my room, she laughs and calls me foolish, as I go and get the rest of my shit, I hate unpacking. I hate moving. I hate that I had to leave everything I loved behind because something I couldn't even control. Today is going to be a long day.