Title: All The Same
Author: Femvamp
Fandom: American Horror Story: Asylum
Pairing: Lana/Wendy
Spoilers: Welcome to Briarcliff
Disclaimer: American Horror Story does not belong to me. It belongs to people who are not me.
Note: This just might make no sense. Y'all might need to commit me for this one. I just happen to really like the pairing really like the idea of Lana being this season's heroine.
Arms wrapped around her. The fire that love built. It burned brightly. They made love in the dark with the curtains drawn but it was love all the same. One smiled the other smiled as well. It was enough.
It had ended so quickly. The fear that came with the darkness. The fear they lived with but never understood came and burnt into their souls like fire. A nun with papers to be signed. Pain and guilt. It shattered their world like it was made of glass. One act of betrayal born from fear and they were torn apart. They were torn in two.
They could no longer see in the darkness. The fire that always guided their way; the fire that burn in their souls, in their hearts, in their eyes no longer led them to safety. It only lead them to more darkness. To pain. To loss.
It shattered them.
It shattered her.
Out of darkness one came for the other but there was nothing left; just an empty shell. No light. No fire. Just darkness.
So she lit another fire. The blood of the guilty and the innocent burnt the same. The blood of those who tormented them flowed like rivers. It should have bothered her how easy it was to dispense of the nun who had destroyed their world but it wasn't. It was easy. The others less so but with ever flowing of blood the light in her love's eyes grew brighter.
A knife weld.
A match struck.
And a building burned to ashes around them.
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
They barely made it out alive, if you could call what was left of them alive. Bathed in shadows. Bathed in blood.
Arms wrapped around her. The fire the love had built. It had burned into both their souls. They watched as the fire burned the innocent and the guilty alike. She knew they should have felt guilt at what they had done but all she felt was the darkness consuming them. They made love that night with the lights on and curtains open still bathed in blood daring the world to see. Neither had anything to lose anymore. Only their lives. Only each other. All they had was love and it was love all the same.
One smiled and the other smiled as well.
It was enough.