Author's Note:

This piece of work is a one-shot of Zoe and Kyle from American Horror Story Coven; the season I had just finished. If all goes well and: 1. I grow to find a love in this piece of work or 2. I get good reviews from it, I'll make sure to turn it into a full series.
I DO NOT own AHS Coven or the characters.
Thank you for reading and enjoy :)

Not just a Guard-Dog

It's two in the morning, and Zoe lays in her bed alone, unable to sleep. Ever since Fiona 'fixed' Kyle, he's been distant from her, and especially Madison. Zoe wipes her eyes in frustration, hating her current sleeping habits. She wonders where Kyle is and why he isn't sleeping beside her, cuddling up to her body like he normally does. Madison is fast asleep in her own bed, a rarity in Zoe's eyes. She tosses and turns on her bed, grunting and screeching in anger.
"Where are you, Kyle?" she sighs, getting up off her bed and onto her sock covered feet.

Zoe opens the door and slips through a small crack, trying hard not to wake up Madison. She intends on finding Kyle and questioning him for the past few days. Zoe tiptoes down the hall of the house, almost tripping over the smallest prints of the rug. She stops in her tracks and closes her eyes, trying to feel Kyle's extremely familiar presence.
"C'mon, Kyle," she sighs again, she misses him badly.
She begins to feel something familiar, a warm presence that (most likely) belonged to Kyle. She follows it down the hall and to the door that conceals the entrance of the balcony. She slides the door open and walks out quickly but quietly.

"Kyle? You here?" she says, looking around in the dark places that the moonlight doesn't reach.
There's a pause of silence, but then she hears a dark voice of the person she wants most. "Hi."
She turns to see Kyle sitting in the corner of the balcony, alone and looking cold.
"Kyle. What are you doing out here?" Zoe asks, her hazel eyes trying to find his brown ones.
"I'm 'guarding'," he pauses. "Like a good dog."

Zoe rolls her eyes in sadness, she can't believe he just said that. Is that what it's been? The whole time?
"What do you mean, Kyle?"
"I'm the guard-dog," he snarls at her, startling her a bit. "Even Fiona said so."
"Don't listen to Fiona," Zoe objects what he just said. "Why have you been distant for the past few days? I've been worried about you."
"So? Someone cares about Frankenstein now, do they?"
The words Kyle is speaking sparks a slight hand of hurt to Zoe's heart, causing her face to weep with sadness. Kyle's face seems upset and hurt, like a kid not being able to get what they want. What's happened to him.

"I'm a monster, Zoe."
Zoe sadness turns to anger. "No, you're not Kyle!"
"I killed Fiona's dog. And I killed my mother, the worst part is I remember doing it, why I did it. and even liking it."
Zoe is shocked at Kyle's words once again.
"Why'd you do it?" she asks, sitting down beside him.

Kyle explains everything to her; the drugs, the constant battles with himself and his team, and the sexual abuse his mom used to construct herself to Kyle. He explains to Zoe that he killed her because he remembered everything she'd done to him in a single moment, and it all came out as a single outburst of rage. Kyle's honesty is crafted like burning-silver, causing ravenous effect on Zoe's emotions, as well as his own.

"We've all done bad things, Kyle." Zoe caresses his cheek with her hand, trying to calm him down.
He doesn't say anything, only drives his hand up and down her hand.
"But the fact that I'd do more bad things makes me worse than others. But I'd do them all for you, Zoe. If anyone ever hurt you, I'd lose my mind. In all honesty, I'd kill anyone if they tried to hurt you, even Fiona or Madison if I had to. That's how much you mean to me. But at the same time, I feel like if I do something bad trying to protect you, I'd lose you forever."
"You won't lose me, Kyle."

"I'm just a guard-dog, Zoe. Dogs generally sleep outside and listen for danger." Kyle's voice sounds hurt but calm.
"You're not just a Guard-Dog. I'll rephrase that; You're not a Guard-Dog at all!"
Zoe looks at Kyle; is eyes are teary, with one tear finding it's way past his eye scar and down his cheek. Zoe wipes it off with her hand, kissing his cheek with her soft lips. Kyle feels the warmth of her lips on his skin, making him shiver in the cold.

"What am I then?" Kyle asks Zoe, staring into her eyes.
"You're something."
There's a pause of silence on the balcony, they could both hear the cicadas clearly. Kyle's eyes start to move away from Zoe's, moving their way back to the distant buildings of New Orleans.
"You're my something."
Kyle's eyes seek their way back to Zoe, admiring her beauty. He kisses her cheek softly, closing his eyes while doing so.
"When I saw you put that gun in your mouth in the greenhouse. My heart was aching in worry and agony. That's why I rushed to save you, Kyle; because I couldn't save you last time. And I don't think I could think about a life without you, Kyle."

Kyle pulls back from her cheek and looks at her. She stares into the eyes she's infatuated with, the one's she fell in love with at first sight.
"I love you, Zoe," Kyle says, smiling at her.
"I love you too, Kyle," Zoe says back, closing her eyes and moving her lips towards his.
Their lips touch, binding the love they have for each other now, even stronger. Their kiss is long and passionate, sparking how they finally made up for everything.
"I'm sorry, Zoe. For everything."
She smiles. "C'mon, let's get to bed."
Kyle takes her hand in his and they walk back to their bedroom, ready to sleep peacefully at last.