2013
Fiona finally got enough strength to pull herself out of bed after spending about twenty minutes lying there looking up at the ceiling.
When she got up, her grand room seemed colder and lonelier than it did before. The feeling it gave her almost made her go back to bed, but she had no choice. She was not going to sit there in her dark room and waste her time moping around. She had better things to do. She told herself, but what?
Fiona got dressed in her usual black attire, a sliming black dress with black stockings and a regal pair of expensive black heels. After she got dressed she made her way down stairs, trying to make as little noise. The last thing she wanted was to hear her daughter's nagging about Fiona waking up so late in the afternoon.
Fiona got into kitchen to only walk in on Cordelia sitting at the table drinking tea and reading some book that Fiona could care less about. "Damn." Fiona said under her breath in a whisper as she walked towards the counter.
Cordelia looked up from her book and put her cup of tea down. She had her reading glasses on with her bangs pulled back with a hair pin. She put her hands together on the table and looked straight at her mother.
"Finally awake? I'm guessing sleeping the day away is a good excuse to ignore your supremacy duties." Cordelia said with annoyance.
Fiona cursed herself for even coming into the kitchen. She had no idea why the hell she even did anyway. The slightest thought of food made her stomach sick with nausea. Speaking of which her stomach was turning at the moment.
Fiona put a hand over her stomach. "If I wanted to escape my duties, I promise you there are other things I could be doing my sweet Delia." She replied with sarcasm before turning around to search for a bottle of whiskey.
Cordelia sighed heavily with aggravation when Fiona turned around. Not wanting to deal with this she got up from her seat and picked up her book and cup and left the room to go in her office. To her the only safe place in this house.
Once Fiona knew her daughter was out of the room she turned around and clutched her stomach harder. Closing her eyes for a brief moment as she felt her stomach flip in pain. She leaned her body against the counter and took a deep breath.
The quietness of the moment was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. Fiona grunted and took the small phone out of the pocket of her dress.
"Is this Ms. Fiona Goode?" A man's greeted on the other line.
"Yes, who wants to know?" Fiona replied with venom.
"This is Dr. Edward from the hospital. Ms. Goode we have your results."
Fiona put down phone and looked around to check if anyone was around.
She lowered her voice. "Go on Doctor, What is it?"
"I don't like to tell patients this over the phone, but it seems as if you have cancer."
Fiona's side was silent for a moment before Dr. Edward continued.
"Look why don't you come by my office and we can sort out some things and get a plan together."
"H-how long do I have before…The cancer…" Fiona didn't want to finish the sentence, but the doctor understood what she was asking.
"….About 6 months…" He said as sweetly as he could say it.
Fiona hung up phone, she didn't want it hear anything more about it. She was going to die, Fiona thought. No she wasn't going out shriveled up in a hospital bed.
Fiona turned around to look for that whiskey she was looking for earlier when she saw that old hag standing there. Fiona rolled her eyes and folded her arms above her chest.
"What?" Fiona spat looking at the woman with a certain fire in her eyes.
"How long do you have?" Myrtle asked with a slight pleasure in knowing something that was clear that Fiona didn't want anyone to know.
Fiona's face fell for a moment. That bitch must have listened to her phone call. 'of course'. The Supreme thought before answering her. "6 months." She said short and sweetly. "So I won't be here for long. I'm sure you will rejoice in joy when I'm gone, but I'm not going anywhere yet." Fiona added bitterly.
" Oh dear, I wouldn't do such a thing. You should know me better than that Fiona." Myrtle denied partly being honest. Fiona being gone wouldn't be such a horrible thing.
"And do not tell Delia anything about my condition. She doesn't need to know any of this." Fiona commanded with all seriousness. She not only didn't like the idea of her daughter seeing her in her weakest. Fiona also didn't want Cordelia to worry about her, she had other important things to deal with than her dying mother.
"I do believe the poor child deserves to know about her own mother." Myrtle said in good insight of Cordelia. She wanted what was best for Cordelia.
"No, She isn't strong enough. Cordelia would be better off not knowing." Fiona said sternly and pointed a finger at the red head. "Don't even get the idea to go behind my back and telling her. You'll regret it." Fiona went into defense.
Myrtle shook her head slightly. "You underestimate your daughter so much. She's so much stronger than you give her. I won't tell her, you have my word."
Something about Myrtle's words sent Fiona back into the past. Her words that she knew she had heard before sounded so fresh as if an old wound became fresh again.
Fiona stayed silent and gave Myrtle a cold look until the old woman left the room. When Myrtle did leave Fiona ran a hand through her hair and turned around to grab a bottle of whiskey that was in the back of one of the higher cabinets.
After pouring herself a glass of the hard liquor. Fiona walked to one of the main rooms. The room that was filled with the portraits of her predecessors. Fiona felt as their eyes followed her and judged her. Making her nervous as if those painting could see right through her.
She raised her glass to them. "Drink up ladies, to the un expecting end." Fiona cheered in with sarcasm with more meaning to her words than she showed. The Supreme swallowed the whiskey feeling the burn in her throat.
Fiona then sat down on one of the antique chairs in the room. She slouched down into the chair fighting the teary frown that threatened to show on her face. Losing the fight Fiona closed her eyes hopping to stop the tears from escaping, that too didn't work.
The older Blonde whipped her face and in a flash of anger she sat up. She was not going to feel sorry for herself. She had no time for that kind of nonsense. There had to be something she could do to rid her of this sickness. She was god damn Fiona Goode, nothing had stopped her before and nothing was gonna stop her now.
Fiona got up and poured her another glass of whiskey. The filled glass didn't last long.
Fiona had to think of something, anything that would help her.
Standing there thinking to herself a cold wind sent chills up her body and made her stomach churn again. She glanced over to an open window in the kitchen. Sighing she made the window close just by looking it.
That's when the idea came to her. "Magic!" Fiona said to herself. That was it, for god sake she was the most powerful witch there was. 'There has to be some kind of shit spell to cleanse my body.' The supreme thought as she thought out a plan. She had to get her hands on Cordelia's spell books.
