A/N: This story is written in the third person perspective of an OC. It is set during season two's timeline with occasional switches in period to further develop the character's past and future. It contains foul language and minor sexual content. Be advised.
I do not own the rights to American Horror Story or any of its affiliates.
Story gets better as it progresses, trust me. The first few chapters are mainly filler.
Always open to reviews. No flaming. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Sister Lilith patted the soft, cold hand of the dying inmate that lay upon the bed. Sister Joanna stood beside her, a look of pure disdain across her aged face.
"I'm tired of cleaning up Sister Jude's damn messes," she muttered, scowling.
"We can't blame her, Sister. The only person we can blame is the Devil, for inflicting these poor people with such terrible curses," Sister Lilith gripped the fingers in her palm as the last pulsing heartbeat escaped the man's body.
Joanna sighed and picked up the clipboard that hung from the end of the iron frame. She jotted down a time and cause of death before snapping her fingers and exiting the infirmary.
Lilith stood; a frown spread on her lips, as two large men came and removed the man from the bed forcefully. She let a tear slip from her eye before straightening the rosary upon her neck.
These poor souls…we're so lucky to have Sister Jude to care for them. I don't think Joanna understands that. Lilith smiled, wiping the water from her cheek. Perhaps I should go tell her how thankful I am for her hard work. She grinned and headed for the stairs outside the room. They extended high up the lobby, spiraling and stopping at each floor. The black paint was smooth and glossy, the wood chiseled to perfection.
Gripping the rail as she ascended the steps, Lilith gleamed at the sight of the inmates wondering the halls, orderlies at every corner. She admired the calm, peaceful nature of the place.
The happiness fueling her excitement, she burst into Sister Jude's office. She was greeted by a small, formally dressed woman sitting before the Sister's desk, holding a notepad and pen in her hands. Jude was staring out the window, her dirty blonde hair slightly showing under her headdress. They both turned to Lilith.
"What did I tell you about knocking, Sister?" Jude snarled at her, placing her hands on her hips.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, ma'am. I didn't know you had a visitor," Lilith's face grew red. How could I have forgotten?
Sister Jude frowned and placed a hand to her temple, "I told Mary Eunice to report that to all of you. I'll have to discuss it with her later."
Behind Lilith, the door swung open once more as a flustered nun rushed in.
"Oh, I'm sorry Sister, I forgot," she spoke softly, turning around to try again.
Sister Jude rolled her eyes, "No, what do you want?"
Mary Eunice approached the desk in cowardice, leaning in and placing her hands beside her face to hush the words she was about to speak.
Lilith couldn't hear, though the woman made it rather obvious.
"She's talking about the killer? Bloody Face?"
Jude glared from Mary to Lana, then to Lilith.
"Will the two of you excuse us, please?" She moved a hand to gesture the Sisters from the room.
With a unison nod, the two swiftly exited the office.
"She never lets me get a chance to talk," Mary sighed, rushing down the stairs.
"Jude is just busy, Sister. What, with the woman and the serial killer," Lilith smiled frailly at Eunice.
Mary stopped and sighed, "I knew I forgot something. I never told you all about the reporter. She was probably angry at me. She thinks I'm… I'm stupid," she let out a gentle sob.
Lilith tentatively placed a hand on her back, "No, you're not stupid, Sister. Come on, we should go wait outside." Gripping her palm in her fingers gently, she led Mary down the steps and out onto the front steps. Most of the staff was already there, a lack of emotion on their faces.
"What is it you wanted to talk to Sister Jude about anyway?" Mary Eunice leaned over and spoke softly into Lilith's ear.
She shook her head, "Nothing, it was nothing." Lilith tucked a lock of bleach blonde hair back into her cowl.
Mary smiled, holding her hands together. The silence quickly got to her, and she went off to talk to Dr. Arden.
Sister Lilith fumbled with the buttons on her habit.
The soft hum of an engine alerted her attention.
The woman who was in Jude's office was standing behind her. Lilith turned to her, and noticed the L-shaped broach on her yellow plead jacket. Her notepad was shaking in her hands as the car approached.
The van stopped and two policemen got out and opened the back doors. They grabbed onto the man with force and pulled him from it. He was clearly sedated, his feet tripping up the steps. Lilith caught a second of eye contact as the officers dragged him up the stairs towards Jude. They were dark, almost black. She couldn't stop staring at them.
"Miss, your eyes, they're dilated. Are you scared?" The woman with the jacket asked her curiously.
"No, it was just… they seemed lifeless. His eyes, I mean."
"Well, a monster like that doesn't have a soul. By the way, my name is Lana. Lana Winters," she extended a hand.
Lilith shook it happily, "I'm Lilith Quentin. I'm a Sister here."
Her eyes wandered to Sister Jude leading a stumbling Kit Walker into Briarcliff.
"Well, obviously. I must say, you have very pretty eyes. They're similar to the ocean," Lana snapped Lilith back into the conversation.
Lilith contemplated this. She'd never been complimented on her eyes. They were a deep, incredibly not unique blue, though a compliment was a compliment.
"Thank you, ma'am," she grinned in response.
Lilith sighed, and began to follow in the other nuns when Lana grabbed her arm.
"Would you mind telling me more about the asylum? You efforts would be well worth it. I'll make sure to thank you in my article," the grin on her face was wicked.
The Sister furrowed her brow, "Sorry, Miss Winters, I can't do that." With a low groan, she stomped up the steps and through the doors.
How dare she ask me to disobey Sister Jude? What an evil woman.
Lilith rolled her eyes and returned to her work in the infirmary, trying to concentrate her mind from the reporter as well as the loud screams of Kit Walker above her.