Prompt: Lana exorcising Mary.
This was quite hard to write seeing as I can't imagine Lana being a believer in God. Which makes sense taking into account what she's been through- her life must have seemed pretty Godless. I also was uncertain wether to write it so that Mary lived or Mary died. You'll have to read it to find out though;) I tried my best and I hope you enjoy. Please continue to leave prompts and reviews.
You don't know what love is
Lana had noticed the difference in her almost straight away. She had added an extra, teasing swing in her step and constantly plastered onto her usually angelic face, was the sly smirk of a sinner. It most definitely wasn't the sweet nun who had warmly welcomed her into a cold and unforgiving Briarcliff. Yes, Mary was most definitely quite contrary. In contrast to her innocent, childish self, that is. Lana's reporter instinct urged her to find out exactly what had awoken within sister Mary Eunice.
The day room was light. Not a pleasant light. It was the kind of brightness which was scolding to the eyes due to everything else being too dark and dreary for too long. Most of the patients avoided the Suns ray's scattered oddly across the floor; as if they would burn the skin with any contact. The inmates had spread into every dull crook and every shadowed cranny to keep out of the sunlight.
But of course, she waltzes in, crucifix shining as it catches the sun. The polished wood could never shine as bright as her eyes though. They were truly a godsend- her eyes. Anyone could get lost in the bright blue Mediterranean Irises. They felt unfamiliar to Lana as she drowned in them though. Gold specks fluttered among the waves. The sky may have been clear, though her eyes were anything but. She didn't like it.
Sister Mary Eunice tried her best to circle the room, hitting every single spot of sun possible. Her blonde hair glittered and her porcelain skin was white as snow. Mary Eunice didn't suit the sun, Lana mused, she suited the winter and the snow. Both were unappreciated but they each had an undeniable beauty.
Mary Eunice had caught sight of her. Lana held her breath as a sneaky smile crept into the nun's mouth.
"Hello, Sister," Lana said. Mary avoided any greeting. Very uncharacteristic of her.
"How's your treatment going?" She sat down next to her. "Do you still have those..." Mary Eunice ran a finger quickly up Lana's leg. "Urges?"
Lana swore this proximity was not appropriate. More importantly- this was not Mary Eunice. Lana knew the woman to even flinch at any sort of intimate contact, let alone initiate it. Uncomfortable and slightly warm glancing at the sister's sinister smile, Lana stood up.
"The treatment's going great. I think I'm almost cured,"
"Almost," Mary Eunice actually purred. This was not happening. Maybe Lana was crazy after all.
"I'm on the road to a certain recovery," Lana nodded. Lies. If she was being cured- how could she explain her feelings towards the godly servant right now? Lana could think of nothing she would like to do more than wipe that stupid smirk off Mary's face with a kiss. Ohhh she could imagine Mary's soft lips entrapping her own in a delicate touch...
Sister Mary Eunice stood up too, she was naturally taller and her dainty heels gave her even more of an edge. "That's bullshit," she whispered. "I'll see you around miss winters," Mary Eunice called over her shoulder as her habit swayed around her ankles. Lana huffed, what was going on?
/
It was a couple of days later when Lana noticed the differences again. Subtle, certainly- they were only noticeable to people who would've known her well before- but there were more. They were in the bakery. In all honesty, Lana liked working there. It gave her something to do and allowed her mind a distraction. Lana was a woman who often thought. It used to be of Wendy and life. Then it was sister Jude and Briarcliff and fame. Now it was Sister Mary Eunice.
She looked across at the nun, who was placing the bread in the ovens. She may have consciously or accidentally wiped flour all over her habit apron. Lana smiled, she looked cute. As Lana watched her brush her bangs from her face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Mary's fingers had still captured some flour and had transferred said flour into her hair and on her face. White specks of the ingredient decorated her cheeks and nose like freckles, and lay in her hair and on her forehead like snowflakes. She was beautiful, Lana decided.
Momentarily, she had forgotten that Mary Eunice wasn't so innocent anymore.
The nun walked over to her.
"How's things going?" Mary asked as she placed a light hand on the small of Lana's back. The touch sent sparks of electricity around Lana's body. Her heart jumped like a rabbit.
"Very well. The yeast is well and ready to rise," Lana joked.
It got a laugh. Mary Eunice's tiny giggle sounded the the sighs of a thousand Angels. But it could've also been orchestrated in hell. Why was Lana so hooked to this woman? Sister Mary Eunice looked at Lana.
"What's wrong?"
"What the hell happened to you?" Lana asked straight. No time for bullshit.
Mary sneered jokingly, "hell is exactly what happened to me,"
Lana's confused gaze must've spoke for her voice.
"The nun was boring, I decided to lighten up her life a little. No harm in that, right?" Mary smiled. Oh god. Lana knew something was the matter- but this was only written about in stories. A demonic possession? Surely not. Lana smiled back.
"That's fair enough, I suppose,"
/
Lana lay in her rotting bed, yet again finding herself thinking about Mary Eunice. How was she going to cast out the devil from her favourite young nun?
That was such a stupid question.
She actually felt idiotic asking herself that. The devil was not inside Mary Eunice.
But then again... What else could explain her ungodly actions? Especially when she had been so committed to the Lord before.
This entire thing would be so much easier if she wasn't so hot.
But Mary Eunice was hot. So it wasn't easy. Most of all, Lana was disappointed in herself for forming such an attachment to the blonde that she was going to try and preform an exorcism.
What else did she have to loose?
/
Lana knocked on Mary Eunice's bedroom door- it was far away from the rest of the inmates. This part of the building was almost deserted. Lana liked it- the atmosphere was peaceful. The door creaked open to reveal Mary Eunice- without her habit on. She wore a simple white slip which dropped at high thigh and that was all. Lana gulped, she looked breathtaking. Innocent again.
At least, before her cat-like grin returned.
"Miss Winters, come in. Now, what can I do for you? I'm sure you're well aware of the rule requiring patients to not stray into this part of the manor,"
Lana nodded, "yes, but I had to see you,"
"What for?"
Lana froze. Ah. She probably should've thought of an excuse. Mary turned around when she didn't reply, her brow furrowed.
"I just wondered where you were," Lana said calmly, "you're normally the first to arise and wake us all up from a nightmare in order to work in hell,"
Mary Eunice let out a 'hmmm'. It was obvious the nun didn't believe her, and why should she?
"I deserve better lies than that Lana," Mary looked at her disapprovingly. "Anyhow, I'm sorry for the state of my undress. Well- I'm not, actually. Go ahead, enjoy the show," Mary Eunice started spinning, and she seemed to do it in slow motion. Her golden blonde hair splashing in waves around her. A beautiful laugh was emitted and voiced of the walls joyfully.
Lana was transfixed, it was her own problem really. She kept dancing with the devil and then asking why she was in hell.
"I have to do something," Lana announced. Mary stopped and swayed.
"What is it?"
Before she could change her mind, Lana walked over to Mary Eunice quickly and pulled her in for a rough kiss. Mary's eyes widened, but she smiled as she felt Lana's tongue ask for permission to enter. When Mary granted access, the nun placed her hands on Lana's hips and pulled her in closer. It was desperate but there was some feeling behind it- a feeling Lana didn't want to acknowledge.
Using all her will, Lana placed the metal crucifix she had hidden in the palm of her hand to the back of Mary's neck. Mary Eunice gasped,
"Your hands are very cold,"
"It's from lack of food probably," no idea how it could possibly be from that but it seemed that Mary didn't either.
"I'll get you as much food as I can if you promise not to stop," she said breathlessly, her hand daring to travel to Lana's collarbone to feel the sharpness.
Lana lifted up her neck and broke the kiss to allow Mary Eunice free access to her neck. Making a mental note to try and preform exorcisms more often, Lana muttered the words of Jesus Christ.
"What are you saying..?" Mary had stopped and looked up at Lana. But she was almost done...
"Lana, answer me," her voice sounded panicked.
"-In Jesus' name, I command thee to leave this body," Lana finished.
She was certain it had worked when Mary's body slumped against her, unconscious.
For a fleeting moment, Lana was afraid that she was going to die. She had to remind herself, She didn't care.
She was a con and an absolute liar. Lana was uncertain about wether she was describing Mary Eunice or herself.
Lana moved Mary so that she lay on her bed. She was humble in her beauty, yet consuming like a devouring star, and she was too pretty for her own good- which is why she destroyed everything she touched. Lana thought she knew what beautiful souls looked like, until she saw Mary's; broken and hurt, black with the dust of cruelty, yet still- brighter than the sun. Lana might've loved her, if it weren't such an impossible thought and it wasn't such an improbable thing.
"Lana?..." Mary groaned. She sounded weak and lonely. It was quite simply the most dreaded sound Lana had ever heard.
"You're not going to loose me, I promise I'm here,"
"It hurts,"
Lana felt her heart break. No not break. Shatter. Into a million pieces, unfixable. This blonde, innocent girl made her feel. Sister Mary Eunice was just a lost little girl who didn't really matter and never thought she would.
"Am I going to die?" Mary voice was just dripping with unashamed fear.
"No, don't worry," Lana replied. Even the thought send Lana's heart smashing to her stomach. She could picture it now: Mary Eunice slowly passing away, as the beautiful woman she once was became a phantom of a ghost, in a snow storm. Lana: pouring over the loss of her, discreetly in her room, like the nun was pale gold. Lana could imagine her futile attempt to grasp what little air there was when she cried the nun's name.
Lana looked at sister Mary Eunice.
"Don't leave me," Mary asked quietly, as if dreading the answer.
"Never, I promise. I'll never leave you," Lana replied. And she meant it. Lana outstretched her hand and held Mary Eunice's delicately. Mary smiled as she closed her eyes, wrapping her own fingers around Lana's.
She was going to be fine, Lana thought. She could've cried with happiness.
Momentarily, she forgot where she was, and what the manor contained.
It would've been a shame to dwell on murky thoughts, when there was such beauty there.
