A/N: I have three favourite characters in AHS: Coven: Fiona, Cordelia, and Misty. Basically, Jessica Lange is queen. Anyway, I love the different layers to each of these characters and will be examining them all. Hope you enjoy this one.
Dressed entirely in black, with a tight yet modest skirt, and heels so high that they could make anyone's head spin, she radiated power and sex. Her blonde hair reached to her shoulders and her dark eyes held an air of mystery that couldn't be matched. As she ordered another drink, her soft low voice seemed to float across the room, whispers of promises that might never be kept. The air seemed to crackle around her and an aura of authority was almost palpable. She was used to being in charge, and it wasn't difficult to see why. The young witch slowly approached her and slid onto the bar stool next to her. She never once looked directly at her, not entirely sure that her eyes could handle looking at her beauty unfiltered.
"You're the new girl."
Her voice was low and raspy, almost a whisper.
"Um...yeah."
"What's your name?"
Shit. What was her name? This woman had literally robbed her of the ability to think.
"Amy," she answered after a moment.
The woman nodded and gave a slight smile.
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"Pity."
Confused, Amy frowned. What difference did it make?
"Do you want a drink?"
"They won't serve me. I'm underage."
The woman laughed, tossing her head back lightly.
"Make him serve you. You know what to do."
Right. Concilium. Her specialty. She knew that her father would never agree to this. Perhaps that was what made her do it. Or perhaps it was the woman's perfume. She was so close that she could smell it, light and sweet, a direct contrast to the woman wearing it. She signaled the bartender and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, her personal favourite. She flexed the muscles in her mind and smiled as he began to mix the drink. He hesitated for only a moment before sliding it across the bar to her.
She took a long drink and smiled as the liquid burned a path down her throat.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Fiona Goode."
Amy's eyes widened slightly.
"You're the Supreme," she whispered.
Fiona nodded, pleased that her reputation preceded her. She took a sip of her bourbon and smiled. She reached out to brush a stray piece of hair back that had fallen into the younger girl's face. Her fingers ghosted over her face and Amy fought to keep her eyes open. Was this some sort of spell? Or was it simply Fiona's proximity that was making her head spin? She didn't know.
"You've got power. Not as much as some, but enough. I can work with that."
"What do you mean?"
"You're never going to learn anything under my fool daughter's teaching."
"Cordelia is your daughter?"
No wonder she hated her. Suddenly, it all began to make sense.
"As I said, you're never going to learn from her. Let me teach you. You'll go much farther."
Her? Learn from the Supreme herself? Amy simply stared, unsure of what to say. Why would Fiona want to tutor her? It didn't make sense.
"Why do you care about me?"
Fiona smiled, not bothering to answer. There was no way in hell that she was going to tell her the truth. This girl needed to be dealt with, and quickly. She couldn't have some little fresh faced brat taking her place. It was simply unacceptable. She could see the wheels turning in the girl's head and leaned in, brushing her fingers lightly over the girl's jawline.
"It's my job. I'm the Supreme. I have to protect the coven."
Her breath was warm against Amy's skin and she pulled away slowly, knowing full well the effect she had on the younger girl. All she needed was to keep her entranced long enough to gain her trust. Once she had it, there was no limit to what she could do. One way or another, she would protect her Supremacy. One way or another, she would win.
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