I hurried down the stairs, still feeling quite shaken up after my encounter. Stopping at the bottom I inhaled a large breath in through my nose, after holding it in for a few seconds I reluctantly exhaled and light-headedly made my way towards the kitchen.
"Noah honey, can you please come in here? There's someone I would like you to meet." Vivian called out loudly.
"Yeah." I responded quietly, plastering a fake smile on my face.
An old woman with cherry-red hair and a clouded eye fashioning a maid's outfit smiled somewhat warmly at me.
"Noah, this is Moira, she's our housekeeper. Moira this is my nephew Noah. He'll be staying with us for a while." I smiled politely at the new lady and offered her my hand to shake.
"Hi Moira, it's nice to meet you." She smiled wider as she gingerly shook my hand.
"Oh my, what nice manners. Its splendid to meet you too Master Noah and I trust if you need anything you won't hesitate to ask." Her red lips pursed together causing wrinkled dimples to appear on her fragile cheeks. My first impressions was that she was a quaint yet warm old lady and had features that suggested she was very beautiful in her earlier years.
"Thank you so much for the offer Moira but I'm sure I will be fine." She nodded slightly, retaining the small grin on her lips. "I'm going to go for a walk around the block Viv, is that cool?" Vivian nodded wearily.
"Yes, but be careful." I said a small goodbye to Moira and left the house.
I immediately let out a sigh of relief the moment I stepped outside; being in that house was suffocating. Movement followed by giggling caught my attention.
"Hello?" I called. The giggling commenced again. I stepped out from under the porch and scanned the area, seeing nothing I decided to forget it and leave.
"Excuse me. You're going to die here." My body lurched forward as I let out a yelp of shock. Turning quickly in fright, I was slightly reassured to see that it was just a girl standing behind me and not some sort of chainsaw wielding murderer.
"P-pardon?" Her serious expression soon turned cheerful and she giggled yet again.
"The twins say that they think you're cool. They can't wait for you to die." My eyes widened and I gasped. Normally by now I would be telling the person to piss off because they were fucking crazy, but as condescending as it sounds, I couldn't say that to a disabled person.
"Addy!" A hand rested on my shoulder causing me to squeak as I jumped in surprise. "What are you thinking, pestering this poor boy?" The hand lightly caressed my shoulder as I quickly jerked away from the grip. An older lady with platinum blonde hair and a knowing gaze set her eyes upon me. "Constance." She introduced herself taking a hold of my chin with her delicate hand. "And you are?" I tried unsuccessfully to subtly pull away from her hand.
"Noah Harman." Her eyes seemed to darken as her hand dropped and her grin widened.
"Any relation to the Good Doctor and Wife?" she asked with intrigue. I nodded my head.
Duh, why else would I be here? Is what I felt like saying, but instead replied with:
"Yes, I'm their Nephew. I'm here because of a temporary family and living situation." She nodded, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Well, it has been absolutely lovely meeting you, but I am afraid Addy and I need to be getting home. Come along Addy." She tried to usher away the now frustrated girl.
"But Mother! The twins want me to talk to him." Constance scowled slightly at the girl.
"Come now Adelaide or you won't be able to watch Dora the Explorer for a week." The girl stood firm, her arms crossed and a frown on her face. Constance looked irritated for a moment longer before taking a deep breath and kneeling before Adelaide. "How about you come and help me make Noah a nice big Welcome Cupcake?" Her frown slowly turned into a grin and then a full smile as she nodded happily.
"Bye Noah!" Addy yelled while Constance simply gave a small wave. I waved back feeling very perturbed.
After taking a long walk around twelve blocks I finally came to a stop outside of Gloomsville, aka my home for the next year. After taking a deep frustrated breath, I began trudging down the pathway towards the front door, hoping to God that that Tate prick had left. I pushed the door open and walked down the hall before I heard Vivian's voice.
"Noah honey, is that you? Dinner is on the table." I changed course and headed for the Dining Room where the rest of the Harman family were currently seated.
"Hey Kiddo." I rolled my eyes and took a seat in an empty chair.
"How many times do I have to tell you Ben?"
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me again?"
"Don't call me that." He chuckled.
"I'll consider it." I heard Violet scoff from across the table.
"Ugh, guys, who needs 'em." Vivian laughed in agreement while I feigned being wounded and wiped away an imaginary tear.
"You know Violet, sometimes words hurt." She rolled her eyes at me. "Besides, you're just as much of a man as I am."
"Yeah," she laughed. "Not at all."
"Touché little cousin, touché."
-American Horror Story-
I laid in the darkness; the light from the moon illuminated the shapes in my room.
Clack.
I sat up startled. What was that noise? It was a loud noise, almost like a cracker of some sort, which sounded from outside my closed door in the hall. I sat completely still for a few minutes listening. It was past midnight and I was very afraid of 'things that go bump in the night.' The noise had disappeared though so I lay back down, thinking I must have imagined it when:
Clack.
My heartbeat was racing now and a cold sweat had broken out on my forehead. I had two options: A) I pull the covers over my head and force myself to go to sleep, or B) I go and investigate. I chose the latter, figuring that if it were a burglar, I would owe it to the Harmans to try and do something.
My hand was shaking violently as I reached to the old-style brass door knob. I was trying to play hero, but felt like a small child being too scared to go to the bathroom alone at night. Taking a deep breath and reassuring myself that it was just a rat, I opened the door and took a small step out. Padding down the hallway, every shadow looked like an axe wielding murderer to me, and I didn't fail at flinching at every one. Creeping down the stairs I looked around, not noticing anything out of the ordinary until I came to the downstairs hall. The door to the basement at the end of the passage was considerably ajar. I grabbed a sturdy thick ceramic ashtray from the small table aligned with the wall and crept forward. The darkness beyond the door came closer and closer until I was standing in front of it.
"Come play." A prepubescent voice requested.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
I dropped the ashtray and began running and didn't stop or look back until I'd reached Violet's room. Throwing the door open, I dived onto her bed and pulled the blankets completely over me. I ignored Violet's worried questions of 'What's wrong?' and 'What happened?'Instead focusing on slowing down my heart rate so I didn't have a heart attack. She finally accepted that I wasn't going to answer her and settled for wrapping her arms around my quivering body.
Boy was I going to cop it from her in the morning.
Hope you enjoyed chapter two! I had fun writing it. I should be doing homework but I have too much pent up American Horror Story creativeness. I can't wait to see the future episodes! 3
Oh and by the way, I know men see Moira as a beautiful young woman but I decided since my character is gay (even though he doesn't know it xDD) that he should see her as an old lady like the women do.
I still feel so guilty take Tate away from Violet! D': I would really like to read a three-way relationship with an OC (because you know, I love OCs) I will consider writing one if anyone's interested, but you know, It's not as fun writing fanfiction as it is reading it.
Until next chapter! :D