Author's Note: My first Coven fic of the season, it's Kyle/Misty centric, but may have some Zoe/Kyle, Zoe/Misty also. I hope you enjoy it gang! -L :)
The first time she'd met Kyle, Misty had been in the back of the Sedan Zoe had been driving, away from the New Orleans morgue. She had experienced the sensations that had coursed through her body when Zoe and another witch had cast the spell that had summoned her to the site. She had been out walking in the swamps, checking her beloved nature when she'd felt the calling. It had been unlike anything she'd felt before, but she followed it. Misty witnessed how Zoe had carried Kyle out single handedly and propped him against the side of car until she could get him seated in the passenger seat, never the wiser of Misty's presence in the back.
When the blonde finally did reveal herself as Zoe was driving the bridge, she had made the assumption that Zoe was 'good people' and Kyle had once been also. She had noticed the flailing and grunting from the pieced together body in the front passenger seat, and wondered what had happened to him, and if she hadn't heard Zoe's call, what would have become of him. Misty noted that it had taken some powers of persuasion to get Zoe to take the right she had suggested, to head on out to her shack. Along the drive, the blonde had told the younger witch that nobody would find them there, she was right. She had set up home in the middle of nowhere.
Since that evening, of spreading alligator dung upon his torso for the first time, Misty noticed how far Kyle had come. He had been murdered through no fault of his own, pieced together with other men's body parts; rapists, murderers and thieves, and he had been healed by the cleansing hands of she and Zoe. When Misty had first met Kyle, he hadn't been able to talk, only to grunt and moan, now she was able to hold a compliant conversation with him. She was proud of her work, of her ability to heal him. She was proud of him.
Looking over Kyle, now once again next to her, Misty tried to relive those sensations that had called her from the swamps to the morgue and finally to the car Zoe and Kyle had made their getaway in. She remembered how she'd been walking, minding her own business when she'd felt this feeling rising up within her, causing her body to shake, and her teeth to vibrate against one another. She had experienced something that affected every fiber within her body, leaving the fine hairs along her arms and the nape of her neck standing to attention. She had developed a heightened sense of other witches, she had felt Zoe's call, something she'd never been able to do until that moment.
It was while she was deep in thought, Kyle reached out his fingers to brush aside some of Misty's wayward hair from her face. The blonde blinked and cast a sideways glance to Kyle, flicking her eyes over him and wondering what was happening. He was supposed to like Zoe. Without any hesitation, she heard him speak up, "Don't be sad Misty...you're too pretty for such a sad face."
Hearing Kyle's words, the blonde was confused but something within her felt accomplished. She glanced sideways to him, her hair framing her face and she blinked several times. Misty gave one nod of her head before she turned her gaze back to her lap and heaved a sigh. Company. She had company and it felt strange to have someone visit her. She had been so used to living, sleeping, bathing alone, and now, she had someone to share those actions with.
When Misty had first met Zoe, she had been certain the girl would be the one who would return, save her from the solitude of the swamps and deliver her to others of their kind. She had thought she and Zoe had an affinity that ran deep, a sisterhood of sorts. Misty had thought that Zoe understood her, understood her quirks, her interests and her love for the music of the white witch. But, during that second visit when Zoe had taken Kyle away, the blonde knew that Zoe had not quite understood, and she knew the girl would not return. At least not out of spontaneity, it would be for her own gain.
The blonde didn't know what to make of the current situation, she had helped Kyle in his time of need; healed him, fed him, bathed him. All when he couldn't speak, utter not a single word. But now, he had that ability, he could talk now and could tell her anything. But, he didn't. All he had said was he liked Zoe, and she was pretty. Misty knew there were things rooted beneath his surface, things he wanted to get out but he was afraid. Staring at the pattern on her blanket, the blonde gently moved her hand to his, and lifted her gaze to meet him, "Kyle...I know now you have the ability to speak, an' I want you to know that...if you have anythin' you need to get out, you can find a listenin' ear in me."
Nodding, the revived boy toy shot a smile to Misty, "I know that, Misty. And I'm grateful for that offer." he told her gently, leaning closer to her. Kyle furrowed his brows a little, she was acting strangely, was it something he had said to her? Maybe the mention of Zoe had hurt her a little, she had promised to come back for Misty and had yet to appear. He saw how the blonde looked down to her lap when he scooted closer to her on the bed, and as he reached to tuck her hair back behind her ear, Misty turned to face him. It was then, he saw the tiny bead of sweat.
Chapter Three, coming soon! Is the heat of the swamp getting to Misty...?