I DON'T OWN AMERICAN HORRY STORY! THE ONLY THING I OWN IS REBEKAH!
All things with one of * by it wait till the end and you will find out the meaning behind it.
Word count: 1,684.
The day was hotter than normal; Florida was so much different than North Carolina. In North Carolina, on a hot summer day you could find a nice shady tree and relax all day. Look out over the country side and enjoy nature. Florida… well let's just say, they'd had yet to find a nice country side shady area. Hell, so far Florida seemed like the worst mistake they could have made. Why did they come here again? To get away from North Carolina… right! Florida was the last place they'd come looking for them!
Rebekah Ashford sat in the driver seat of her vehicle, a few of her bags in tossed in the backseat while the other bags were placed neatly in the trunk. The radio was blasting the new Elvis Presley song 'Heartbreak Hotel'*. She'd been on the road for three days, and was really tired and hungry. Her body craved a real bed, and not the backseat of her car. She loved her '51 Chevrolet Bel Air Hardtop more than anything, but a girl could only take but so much time cramped in a car.
She'd stop at restaurants from time to top to stretch her legs and get something to go, she's stop at gas stations to use the restroom and get gas. But, other than that it was 'drive, drive, drive'. Now in Florida she could finally relax a little and find a nice hotel. Rebekah drove through one of the towns of Florida; she didn't know what the name of the town was, since she hadn't bothered to look at the sign when she passed it. It wasn't long before she noticed a little restaurant. There wasn't many cars outside, so this was perfect for the young girl.
Turning the vehicle off she took in a deep breath; in through her nose, out through her mouth. Becca looked in the rear-view mirror making sure her hair was perfect. So, it didn't show anything she wanted hidden. When she was happy with her hair she nodded slightly to herself and smiled. Grabbing her small purse the young girl stepped from the car locking the doors before walking toward the building.
Rebekah straightened her dress making sure there were no wrinkles in it. Her dress stopping just above her knees; it was a pretty yellow and white reflecting the feeling of summer. The young girl's deep red hair that stopped right below her shoulders blew gently in the breeze that passed her. Her heels making a soft clicking sound against the pavement. The red head looked and acted like any other normal human… No one would have guessed she was everything but normal.
As Rebekah pushed the door open the small bell that was on top the door made a light jingling sound. As soon as she entered she looked around her eyes scanning her surroundings.
"Hello, welcome to our café." The waitress behind the counter greeted her with a bright smile.
Darting her pretty green eyes toward the counter she looked at the waitress smiling at her kindly. "Hello. Thank you. "She nodded gently toward her taking a seat in a stool at the counter.
The waitress stepped in front of her with pad and pen in her small hands a friendly smile still on her face. "What can I get you to drink miss?"
Of course Rebekah kept that sweet, friendly smile on her pretty face but inside she was glaring the woman down. She knew all too well if she'd walked in the place with her non-normalness showing the kind waitress would look at her like she was nothing but a freak of nature. That was why she had to act normal in public hide things that weren't normal and go about like everything was fine.
"Hmmm, I'd love a sweet tea." The red head smiled brightly her sweet southern voice sounding like wind chimes.
"Right away miss!" The waitress nodded writing down what she wanting, and then walked away.
Rebekah picked up the menu as she looked over the different foods, her menu hiding her face from everyone around her. Out of nowhere she heard giggling, this caused her to lower her menu ever so slightly to let her emerald cat like eyes scan the surroundings. To her left she spotted a man on the other side of the small restaurant with gloves on, he talked up the waitress that was supposed to be getting her drink. Becca rolled her emerald irises looking back down at her menu deciding on the cheese burger and French fries. Placing her menu down closing it while lowering it she waited quietly for the giggling waitress to return with her tea and to take her order.
While she waited she noticed something in the corner of her eye. Darting her eyes to the right she spotted a woman sitting down beside her; this woman she remembered had been sitting more in the center at the center of the counter. Rebekah on the other hand had sat more towards the left of the counter. Slowly turning her head to the right her cat like eyes stared at the woman boredom lacing her eyes.
"Can I help you?" She asked politely; her momma and pa had taught her manners even if she didn't want to be bothered she would still be polite.
"You are new in town, are you not?" The woman was clearly German.
Becca arched a thin brow at the woman not really wanting to tell this strange woman about herself. But, deciding to be polite and talk to the woman she nodded. "That's correct." Her thick pretty southern accent was clear as ever in her voice.
"Ah…" The woman started to say but the waitress finally came up to her giving Rebekah her tea.
"Sorry for the wait miss. What can I get you to eat?" The waitress asked that smile back on her lips once again.
"Just a cheese burger and French fries." Rebekah told her handing her the menu; the woman took the menu and jotted down the order then walked off.
Once the waitress was off giving the order to the cook, the strange woman that had approached her started talking once again. "You aren't completely normal are you my dear?" The woman muttered in her ear.
Rebekah almost spit out the tea she had been drinking when the woman asking her that question. It drink did go down the wrong pipe causing her to cough. Her hands hit her chest trying to stop the choking. A few people glanced over at her, the man that had been talking up the waitress also glanced her way but quickly looked away when he spotted the woman that had been talking to the red head.
Once Becca could breathe again she sighed and glanced over at the woman. "How did you know that?" She narrowed her eyes slightly at the woman.
"I could see it hiding in her hair. From what I can see it's beautiful. "The woman muttered to Rebekah nodding toward the top of her head.
Panic felled her insides, if this woman spotted it then what about anyone else? Who's to say the waitress wouldn't see it? Her eyes darted around nervously, her hands rising from the counter about to touch her head.
"No, no darling…" the woman whispered. "I am a pro at spotting people like you. I could tell you weren't normal the moment you walked in." the woman whispered to her smiling.
Slowly, she lowered her hands back to the table staring at her welly manicured fingers; her nails were just a bit longer than most women's. Rebekah released a breath that she didn't notice she'd been holding. That was a close one, at first she had thought her hair had slipped or she hadn't covered it well enough.
It wasn't longer after that the waitress came with her plate of food. Rebekah thanked her once the waitress walked off the unknown woman beside her spoke again.
"Let me get to the point my dear…" the woman started to say as she sipped her own drink. "My name is Elsa…" Well, Elsa told Rebekah about her business, about all the 'freaks' she took care of. Though, she didn't call them 'freaks' she called them 'monsters'. She told her all about it.
To begin with Rebekah wanted nothing to do with it. But, the more she thought about it the more she liked the idea of staying with Elsa. They would never come to look for her there. She could help Elsa, and Elsa could help her by hiding her. This all was working out perfect for Rebekah. As she finished the last of her fries she grinned over at Elsa.
"You've got a deal." Rebekah nodded. "I'm Rebekah Ashford by the way."
"Lovely! What a beautiful name my sweet. Why don't you go wait outside for me and I will pay for your meal. Then I will show you to your new home." Elsa offered getting up from her seat.
Rebekah didn't want to let the woman pay for her meal but, shrugged not feeling like arguing right now. Slowly standing she smoothed her skirt out then headed out the door while Elsa tossed the money on the table. Telling the waitress she was paying for both meals.
Rebekah waited patiently against the trunk of her car, leaning lightly against it her legs crossed over one another in a bored manner. About five minutes later Elsa came out smiling toward Rebekah.
"Ready to go?" She asked sweetly.
Becca nodded unlocking her car door sitting in the driver side. Elsa lid her out of the restaurant and down the road. It took them about ten minutes but they finally reached the countryside where the large tent was planced.
"Wow, it's a lot bigger than I thought it would be…" she said walking towards the large devil clown flap opening of the tent.
"Yes, I hear that a lot." Elsa grinned, while she walked alongside her. "This is your new home now."
* Elvis didn't come out with that certain song until later in the 50's but, since I couldn't find any good music that was made in the early 50's I decided to change it a little to make him make in early.
I have no idea where this fic is going. Or, if anyone is going to like it, I don't normally ask this but review, message, fav, follow if you want me to write more.
Also, you will find out what makes Rebekah a 'freak' in the next chapter. I decided to draw what made her different out a little bit longer to leave people guessing.
Well everyone hope you liked it.
Happy Readings.
