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My first AHS, fanfic.

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Days of Blood and Fire…

Present: 2011

I glanced around the room with distain. I didn't want to be here, but once again being forced into doing something I didn't want to be doing.

"So Angelica-"

"Angel." I said cutting him off. "Call me Angel."

"So Angel…" Dr. Harmon said correcting himself.

"Yes." I said sweetly flashing my 100 watt smile.

"Tell me, why are you here…"

I sighed. "To be honest I'm not really sure myself."

He stared at me and I stared back. "So you really don't think you should be here?"

I shrugged. "I suppose I could always learn something new. Come to therapy to learn how to deal with people who should be in therapy…"

He stared at me once more before writing something on a notepad. "So tell me about your nightmares. You father informed me that you have nightmares about your younger sister…Alexandra?

I sighed but I nodded my head. My perfectly curled blonde hair bouncing.

"What happened to her?"

"She died…" I said bluntly.

"Oh…I'm sorry...your father neglected to mention that…"

I shrugged. "It was a long time ago…"

"Tell me about your nightmares about your sister."

I sighed "…I know it's ridiculous, but it always happened the same. The night before our fifth birthday, I murder my twin sister Alexandra."

He blinks looking at me before writing something down.

"You know it is written in genesis 25: 22-23."

"And the children struggled together within her…"

And the lord said unto her. Two [nations] are in thy womb and two manner of people shall be separated from thy bowel and one [people] shall be stronger than the other [people]; and the elder shall serve the younger."

"In the case, between my sister and I, I had no intention of ever serving my younger sister."

"Why?" He asked.

I shrugged. "In my dream I had hated my sister for as long as I could remember. I went into a silent rage when someone picked up Alex or petted her or gave her a present. I felt like I was being cheated. I wanted it all for myself all the love and the beautiful things that surrounded the two of us. I couldn't even have a birthday of my own. I hated Alex for looking like me, dressing like me, stealing the part of our father's love that belonged to me."

"Alex adored me though, and I despised her for that."

"Alex was generous eager to give up her toys and dolls, and that filled me with still more contempt."

"I shared nothing."

"What was mine belonged to me, but it was not enough."

"I wanted everything Alex had."

"At night under the watchful eye of our nanny Carrie we both would say our prayers aloud but I always added a silent prayer begging god to strike Alex dead."

"When my prayer went unanswered for the last time, I decided to take matters into my own hands."

"You know the old saying…want something done right…." I said looking at Dr. Harmon. He nodded his lips pressed into a thin line before motioning for me to continue.

"Our fifth birthday was only a few days away and I could not bear even the thought of sharing another party with Alex. They were my friends, and my gifts that my sister was stealing from me. I had to kill Alex soon."

"On the night before our birthday I lay in my bed wide awake. When I was sure the household was asleep I went over to Alex's bed and awakened her."

"Alex…" she whispered "let's go down to the kitchen and see our birthday cakes."

Alex said sleepily "everybody's sleeping…"

"We won't wake anyone up."

"Mademoiselle Carrie won't like it why don't we look at the cakes in the morning?"

"Because I want to look at them now. Are you coming or not?"

Alex rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She had no interest in seeing the birthday cakes but she did not want to hurt her sister's feelings.

"I'm coming." She said.

Alex got out of bed and put on a pair of slippers both girls wore pink nylon nightgowns.

"Come on." Angel said. "And don't make any noise."

"I won't…" Alex promised.

They tiptoed out of their bedroom into the long corridor past the closed door of Mademoiselle Carrie's bedroom down the steep back stairs that led to the kitchen.

It was an enormous kitchen, with two large gas stoves six ovens threes refrigerators and a walk in freezer.

In the refrigerator Angel found the birthday cakes that the cook Mrs. Evans had made. One of them said Happy Birthday Alex. The other Happy Birthday Angel.

"Next year…" Angel thought happily. "There will only be one..."

Angel took Alex's cake out of the refrigerator and placed it on the wooden chopping block in the middle of the kitchen. She opened the drawer and took out a package of brightly colored candles.

"What are you doing?" Alexandra asked.

"I want to see how it looks with the candles are lighted." Angel began pressing the candles into the icing on the cake.

"I don't think you should do that Angel. You'll ruin the cake. Miss Evans is going to be angry."

"She won't mind." Angel opened another drawer and took out two large boxes of kitchen matches. "Come on help me."

"I want to go back to bed."

Angel turned on her angrily. "Alright. Go back to bed scaredy cat. I'll do it alone."

Alexandra hesitated. "What do you want me to do?"

Angel handed her one of the boxes of matches. "Start lighting the candles." Alexandra was afraid of fire however.

Both girls had been warned again and again about the danger of playing with matches.

They knew the horror stories about children who had disobeyed that rule. But Alejandra did not want to disappoint Angel who ironically seemed to love it such much, and so she obediently begin lighting the candles.

Angel watched her for a moment. "You're leaving out the ones on the side silly." she said.

Alexandra leaned over to reach the candles at the far side of the cake her back to Angel.

Quickly Angel struck a match and touched it to the matches in the box she was holding.

As it burst into flames Angel dropped the box at Alexandra's feet so the bottom of Alexandra's nightgown caught on fire.

It was an instant before Alexandra was aware of what was happening.

When she felt the first agonizing pain against her legs she look down and screamed. "Help! Help me!"

Angel stared at the flaming nightgown for a moment all caught up by the extent of her success and the beauty of the flames.

Alexandra was standing there petrified frozen with fear.

"Don't move." Angel said. "I'll get a bucket of water."

She would hurry off to the butler's pantry her heart pounding with a fearful joy.

By the time she came back the flames had engulfed her completely and she was flailing around the kitchen.

Angel prepared herself. Clearing her throat before she screamed at the top of her lungs before throwing the water on Alexandra.

Alexandra fell to the ground and didn't get back up.

Footstep could be heard as and soon the kitchen was filled with many people. Angel sobered up her delighted expression and settled for tears instead…

The maids screamed as the caught sight of Alexandra, but were more so at angel who was roughly pushing on her dead sisters body.

"Alex wake up! Wake up Alex; please…it isn't funny anymore."

Her father grabbed her pulling her from the room when they watched police and other men in suits come through. "My precious Angel what has happened?"

"It was my fault father…" Angel sobbed. "Alex wanted to light the candles on her birthday cake. I shouldn't have let her do it."

Her father stroked Angel's back "It's all right. It's going to be ok love, you mustn't blame yourself."

"The m-matches fell out of her hand and Alex caught on fire. It was t-terrible."

The police sergeant that had been listening looked at Angel and said sympathetically. "Poor child."

Angel sat with her father dressed in black as they buried Alexandra.

Angel was terribly upset. The birthday party had been canceled.

"Alexandra cheated me out of that. Even from her bloody grave she continues to steal from me…" Angel thought bitterly.

"And I'm not really sure what happens after I start lighting the candles but I assume that I'm the one that kills her. And what's worse I don't feel bad…I don't feel anything… well…I feel the fire…burst into flames rise from the ashes."

He looks at me. "And how do you know you are the one that killed her?"

I looked at him with a 'duh' face before flipping a blonde curl over my shoulder. "Well it's my dream so that means it has to be me, that and nightmares never end well…if they did, they wouldn't be nightmares."

I sighed looking at the ceiling before locking eyes with him once more. "There's something about the blood and flames though… I relish in it. I'm like a phoenix, I rise from the ashes. I set the world on fire… and I seek those who fan my flames."

I blinked before cocking my head to the side with a pout on my lips. "Do you think I'm crazy?"

He looked at me a smile playing on his lips. "No. I think you're passionate and artistic. And I think you have a lot a pain you're not dealing with…"

I smoothed out my black pleated skirt and pink cashmere sweater. "My father's probably worried about me right now."

"I'm sure he is."

"My father is a man-whore and a murderer…like literally, he will fuck anything with nice legs and a vagina. He would bring home different women all the time. My mother found out and she killed herself. She took fathers hunting gun, shoved into her mouth and pulled the trigger. I know because our maids were talking about it for weeks. About how her blood stained father favorite Persian carpet. She left me alone with him. She's extremely selfish don't you think?"

"I've heard a lot worse."

I raised my eyebrow leaning forward in my seat. "Really? How worse? Tell me, I do fancy stories…"

"No…I can't."

"The world is dark and cold and full of pain…I make it my business to set it ablaze…."

Our session ended soon after. I walked around the house lost in my thoughts before a familiar face appeared in front of me.

"Angelica…"

"Tate…"

We both looked up hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom upstairs.

I smirked as I watched the girl cut her wrist. Tate watched from behind me.

"You're doing it wrong…" I said with a smile causing her to look up at us in shock from her mirror.

"If you're trying to kill yourself cut vertically, they can't stitch that up." Tate added.

She turned looking at us with a frown on her face. "How'd you guys get in here?"

Tate and I shared a look along with a smile.

"If you're trying to kill yourself, you might also try locking the door." I said tossing her a smile before closing the door.