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Call Me Lover

Summary: Like every Saturday, Michael takes you to see your boyfriend. But this night is different from the others before. 

Warnings: None really I just wanted a little soft Michael

A/N:  This story is inspired by the song Call Me Lover by Sam Fender. I will not lie I’m in love with the album, and this song is just something out of this world. Anyway, go to listen to this amazing artist if you don’t know about him yet! 

 Also sorry if there are some mistakes in my English, I’m Frenchie! Enjoy x

It has been the same valse every week for about months now. And however it was annoying him like crazy, Michael wouldn’t trade those moments for nothing. She was, after all, the best things that ever happened to him. It would do anything. Even drive for two hours to take her to the coast, to see her boyfriend.

He couldn’t really understand why she was doing so much effort for a guy that wasn’t really much for her anyway. No matter how long this relationship had been going on, he told no one about it and force her to come to see him in a hotel by the coast every Saturdays.

Michael could help the urge he had to smash the head that pretentious little prick. But it did nothing, not that he cared much about this guy. No, but he cared so much about her. And for the most part (y/n) was fine with it.

Furthermore, the time they spend together after, just walking along the waves. They were talking for hours, laying down in the sand, and somehow meaningless little chat became so true and meaningful under the gaze of a thousand stars. They would always stay there until morning, sometimes they just fell asleep, cuddling up to protect from the cold of the night.

She used to call him lover. With her soft voice caressing his ears. He just wished she meant it more than she actually did. But he said nothing, afraid she would stop.

But this night it was different.

When she met him around 4am like every Saturday, she was cold and silent. Like her spark was burning down. Michael was trying to look right through her eyes, hoping for some answers but she wasn’t raising her head to meet his gaze. He asked her softly if she was okay, she simply nodded and without any further explanation started to walk toward the beach.

Michael followed her, assuming that she will start talking later. He hated his guts, that stupid man of hers, how could he let her leave knowing she wasn’t good, did he even cared for her? Ways of killing him ran into his mind, he could easily run over him with his car, burn his soul and offer him to his father, cut him open and watch him bleed to death, bury him alive in the sand, …

His mind stopped running over murderous ideas when he felt her small cold hand searching for his. He took her cold hand into his squeezing it softly. That didn’t help make her look at him but at he could see her shoulders getting more and more relaxed.

She led the way into a spot on the beach, there was no sound except their feet digging into the damp sand and the waves crashing. She was conscious about the place she wanted even though to Michael it all seemed the same since the beach was empty.

Finally, they sat down and he could have a look at her face. Her eyes were red and swollen, she had been crying all this time, that’s why she was hiding her face from him. She didn’t want Michael to go back to the hotel and beat up her boyfriend’s face. And now they were too far from it.  

First came anger and he wanted to just explode at her face for not telling him anything, of course, he would have beaten the shit out that man, but how could he not act? But then he realized that it would do no good and that she would just close herself even more.

He brought her hand to his face and gently pressed his lips against her palm. (y/n)’s eyes were wide open as she didn’t expect such a soft attention from Michael. Not that he had ever been violent toward her, but she knew he was the antichrist. When she first found out, she didn’t understand how could it happened that a mundane like her become friend with such a powerful force of the universe. After all, he could pretty much have everything he wanted, he could create chaos at any moment with just a flick of his finger. And yet he was here, taking care of her small problems.

Even though he didn’t always believe her when she told him that he was not define by his father or by the title he was given. It was one of those moments that proved her truth. Ms.Mead was really happy about it, but it was clear to Michael that she was bringing out the best from him.

Because it was undeniable to anyone who looked at them how much they loved each other. When a waiter asked them « What can I get you lovebirds ? » it always makes Michael laugh with anxiety before tell he was wrong that they were just friends. Not that he didn’t want it, no he was just too respectful of her.

(y/n) loved Michael at the second she first saw him. That kind of love, at first sight, she never believed in. And yet, she found herself following for him deeper and deeper. He was not only a beautiful man, but he was also complexe, and loving. Which was enough to earn him the nickname of Lover. Of course, neither of them had acted on their love. She was stuck in a relationship and he was respectful of that. Even though some of her look made him doubt what she was feeling.

She loved her boyfriend, but not in the way she loved Michael. But she couldn’t put herself to end up her relationship as she was afraid that beautiful boy staring at her would reject her. She wasn’t nearly as pretty as all the girls that had approached him before and that he had rejected every time.

-Talk to me.

- I don’t know Michael. It was just a horrible night, nothing more to say. She pressed him to change subject

But he wasn’t ready to give up so easily. This night he had decided that he would change his fate and hers. He wanted to take in hands their destiny since it seems that destiny would do it herself.

He moved closer to her, placing one of his hands on her waist. She shivered under his touch, he waited for her to disapproved him, but she didn’t. Instead, she looked down at her hand, molesting the sand to calm her nerves. He was craving to meet her eyes so he scooped her chin with his free hand.

For what seemed like hours, their eyes were connected. She didn’t know if it was a spell or just that deeper connection they had but she felt powerful looking through his eyes. They were only a few inches from each other, he could feel her breath caressing his lips. At the moment there was nothing he desired more than this.

-I could kiss you right now.

-Michael … She was practically out of breath, and she didn’t know if it was the excitement or the anxiety of the situation.

- If you don’t want this as much as I do by all mean push me away. He said moving closer to her lips

But she didn’t, he had waited few seconds, but she didn’t much an inches away from him. He embraced the moment and pressed his lips gently against hers, one small kiss. He didn’t want to press her for more, he was already filled with this joy, a burning feeling in his stomach. She was the one who came for more, giving him another kiss, this one deeper, filled with so much passion.

That what they both always wanted but where too afraid to act on. Not ever before she felt that sensation running through her veins.

When they both finally run out of breath, they couldn’t let go of each other. They spend their night cuddling on the sand, but this time something was changed. This time calling him lover had a real meaning.

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No light in your bright blue eyes (End III - Part II)

Read Part I and Part II

Read Part I of this ending 

Part II- It's so easy, to say it to a crowd but it's so hard, my love, to say it to you out loud

The next morning, when she finally woke up from what seemed a horrible nightmare, she was in a totally different room. She was dressed in a purple sleeping gown. Everything was so blurry. How did she end up in this room? Dressed in purple? If Ms.Venable found her here she would have a serious problem.  

Where was Michael? What happened to him when he left the room? She thought that she felt him during her sleep, his presence next to her. That was probably a hallucination. The only thing she knew is that nothing of this situation was normal and there was only one reason why. 

What did he want from her? Why was she suddenly at the place of a purple? She stumbled out off bed. Why was she so weak? It didn’t felt right when the room started to turn around itself. She forced herself to stand up, helping her way to the bathroom with the wall. 

Her reflection on the mirror was the exact same. Nothing had changed on her face, so why did she felt so different? What has he done to her? She looked at herself so scared of what could appear in the mirror. Did he change her to be more like him? 

She jumped out of place when she heard the door of her room opened. Whoever that might be, it wasn’t good news. There is nobody in this universe that she wanted to see. She wasn’t in shape to welcome anyone.  

-You shouldn’t be out of bed. 

It was Michael, and to her surprise, he was worried about her state. However, she had n’t digested what he had done to her. Although she wanted to cry, she kept herself together, acting as cold as ice. 

-What do you want? 

-You should get some rest 

-What have you done to me? 

She knew he had done something, and she wanted nothing to do with him. As he approached her, like a wild animal she started to get tense. He could feel it, but that wasn’t going to stop him. 

-Don’t touch me. 

He wasn’t even next to her, but her warning wasn’t scaring him. And she only wished it did, because she really meant no harm to him. She was only protecting herself. And as his hand gently touched her bare skin, Michael found himself flying down to the bedroom. 

-I told you not to touch me. She screamed out. 

The young man had difficulty to stand up and deep down she hoped that this had hurt him, even a little bit. She didn’t mean too much harm, she was incapable of it, but she found herself in a situation she didn’t like. So she lashed out the only way she knew. 

When her magic leaves back her body, she fell on the cold floor. Michael approaches her with much more precaution this time, one of his hand went gently on her cheeks. He waited for her to accept his touch before taking her body into his arms.

She cried her eyes out, and Michael waited patiently for her to calm down, telling her that he was here, that she wasn’t alone. They had reversed the roles, when he was younger she was the one to comfort him. Now everything had changed, but for her he let down the facade he had built. 

When the storm had finally passed they were enjoying each other warmth. She raised her head and their faces were only a few centimeters from each other. She didn’t mean to, but it felt so natural. They spent what felt like a decade looking at each other, the blue of his iris was mesmerizing. He broke the small space between them, his nose caressing hers. 

For the first time, she felt that need to feel him, his lips against hers, his hands on her body in a way he had never touch her. She felt so guilty, she wasn’t allowed to feel that for him. He was a man now, not the little boy she used to know. There was no denying of the tension that was filling the atmosphere. 

Michael put an end at her questionnement, the same was haunting his head as well, but he wasn’t a little boy anymore and he wanted her. So he pressed his lips against hers, he had no attention to let her go now that he had her all for himself. It was sweet and rough as he deepened the kiss, leading their body to the bed. They were ready to give themselves up to the other. At this moment, cut in time, there was only the two of them. 

                                                          **

Her eyes opened slightly only to be filled with the darkness of the room. She finally had the sleep she deserved, it was warm, welcoming and peaceful. But that peace was only short-lived, when she realized he wasn’t on her side anymore. Michael’s place in the bed was empty, and a bitter-sweet feeling came to her.

With one flick of a hand, she lighted up all the candles in the room. But no signs of him what so ever. She was happy, really, she couldn’t deny that his love for her was bringing her joy. All the « I love you » he had given her in one single night in satin bed was surreal, especially for Michael. She answered every single one of them, a strangled feeling of love in her stomach. It was perfect. But yet she was so desperate to see him gone from her side, she thought she had won him on her side forever. The reality was quite the opposite, he had her on his side. 

The clock on her side reminds her that she had missed the Halloween Party that Ms. Venable gladly prepared. Something was wrong with Ms.Venable inviting everyone, even the greys, at the party. However she missed being by her friends’ side. But now that she was made a purple by Mr. Landgon’s commands, she could just wander around and not fear Ms.Venable anymore. 

She found only one thing in her closet that wasn’t some kind of Victorian purple’s gown. She wasn’t really fond of purple, but that silky soft dress will do much better than a corset. She found herself more comfortable barefoot, liking the sensation of the cold floor. So she left the room like this, the dress was maybe too revealing but she couldn't care less. 

Wandering around the endless corridor, she found not a soul who lived. She assumed they were all enjoying the party in the common room, but yet as she approached there was not a sound coming from there. She found herself overlooking the room from the balcony that had the room. The vision was horrific. Every single one of the Outpost’s residents were dead. She ran down the stairs, almost falling. She looked over every single body, they seemed to have been poisoned. However, she couldn’t find the body of Dinah Stevens, Coco or her dear friend Mallory. 

At first panic came, she was lost, had no clue what to do. She hoped for Mallory to be still alive somewhere, she had brought herself back to life but she had never tried on anybody else. Her thought then went to Michael, if anyone knew what happened it would be him.

She tried to push away the idea that he was responsible. But yet, she couldn’t lie to herself, she knew he was somehow responsible for this. When she arrived in his room, he wasn’t there. 

-That must be a joke. She told herself out loud 

Before she realized that Ms. Venable’s body was lying dead on the ground. She approached slowly, and show the blood on her white shirt, a single bullet through her heart. Not that she felt particularly sorry for her, no she was an atrocious person. But yet her death was strange. 

Her thought were cut out short because of a loud noise coming from the hallway. An explosion, but she wasn’t sure what had caused it. Were there some outsiders inside? Maybe Michael wasn’t the reason of this slaughter. The explosion was followed but multiple gunshots and she felt it again. That sensation in her stomach, punching her. The same she felt when Constance died leaving Michael all alone and afraid. Something had happened to him, she knew it. 

She rushed out of the room in the direction of the hallway. There were some screams coming from somewhere else inside. They were not alone inside. When she arrived in the hallway the first thing she saw was him. Michael was laying against the wall, in a pool of his own blood. His eyes were barely opened and she couldn’t tell if he was dead or fighting for life. 

Then her eyes caught the Blondie who hold the gun. It didn’t take her long to recognize her, it was Madison Montgomery, the witch that came to ask questions about Michael in Murder House. It seemed that she was surprised to see Y/N. Anger was growing inside of the young witch body as she approached slowly downstairs. 

-Do you really think you are the only one who can escape your personal hell, Madison? She sang with irony. 

While the two witches were focused on each other, Michael worked his magic to get back all the blood lost inside his body. It’s only when he stood up that Y/N looked at him with relief, on the other side, Madison hadn’t time to arm the gun again that her head exploded out of her body. 

Even for a witch, that was too much to take, even for a witch like Y/N who had seen so much blood and horrors. She was stuck into place, her eyes wide open looking through nothing but emptiness. Until warm arms circled her body softly, she started panting painfully. His touch wasn’t enough, and he had no time to comfort her. 

She heard him speak, but it was like she was underwater, she was out this world. He had no time, but he couldn’t bear to leave her here, alone, scared and lost. Plus, she was an easy weapon to use against him. He kissed her softly, hoping that a kiss would bring her back to reality. And it did when she responds by kissing him back. With regrets, he quickly put an end to it. 

-We have to go. He pressed, his eyes staring back to hers. Mallory is going to erase me from the planet. 

-What? Wait Michael, what do you mean? Mallory is alive? 

-Yes yes, we have no time. Please, she can use Tempus Infinitum. He grabbed her hand, leading their way upstairs.

During all her studies, Y/N has been told that Tempus Infinitum was only a legend, nobody was capable of such a thing. The only magical creatures that were known to be capable to do so was angels, Archangel Saint Michael’s descents. But all the angels were gone from earth, for thousands of years. 

It came like a revelation to her, Mallory wasn’t just a normal witch, like Michael wasn’t just a warlock. She might be the direct descendant of the Archangel. As the evil was born into Michael, the good was born into Mallory. And their destiny were to destroy one another. It made perfect sense and yet Y/N refused to live by destiny and fate, like she once refused to believe that Michael was born only for evil. 

His hand pressing gently on hers was her anchor to reality. When they both faced Marie Laveau, a powerful Voodoo Queen as she had learned in her coven, he stopped. To her great despair, she couldn’t see his face as he was looking at the Voodoo witch in front of him, but she could feel the amusement. They really thought that anything could stop him.

-I take care of this one, go. He said before letting go of her hand. 

-Michael …

-I said: Go! 

As he turned to look at her, his face was severe. There was no more explanation needed as she ran away from them. He knew that she couldn’t take any more of him killing people, and he had no attention to spare anyone who stood on his way. 

When Y/N heard the screams, she stopped a moment. What was she capable to forgive for love? She didn’t know, and she was actually scared of the answer. But if there was no one to forgive, then all of this would be for nothing. As she rushed around the corridor, she thanked the hours she spent washing the floor. 

And she finally found them, the rest of the witches. Mallory was there in a pool, almost unconscious, while Cordelia was holding her head up. Myrtle looked up at the young witch who just entered the room, she was suspicious. For good reason, Y/N was on Michael’s side, and yet she could help to feel hurt when she saw her friend in such a state. 

She kneeled next to them, and grabbed Mallory hand into hers. They all looked at her, Mallory couldn’t help to give her a soft smile, although she had regained her memories, she still remembered the support Y/N had given her during the time at the Outpost. 

-You’re alive. She mouthed softly, crying out as she saw her friend slowly fade away. No,  no, Mallory, no. Do you hear me? Stay with me. 

Why? Why her life couldn’t just be easy? Mallory dead was the solution to keep Michael alive, by her side. But yet she could come with the fact of leaving her friend die. There was something that could never be taken out of her, it was empathy. So much empathy for the living, she gave so much importance to life. She had never killed, and she was actually afraid to. 

-He is here. Myrtle informed Cordelia. 

The supreme stood up, and went to face him in the corridor. The conversation was pretty intense between the two of them, and yet Y/N couldn’t care less. All her focus was on Mallory, trying to keep her alive, comforting her. She knew it, she had been through death, it is a cold and lonely place until you realized where you are. 

Here her only concern was her friend, the one that had been here for her. She couldn’t help to feel guilty when her magic couldn’t bring her back. She tried Vitalum Vitalis, again and again, but it seemed to be a power that she didn’t have in her possession. 

-Cordelia! Myrtle cried out. 

The all room was filled with her sorrow, as Myrtle watched her dearest friend Cordelia plunged the knife through her heart. But Y/N’s attention went back directly to Mallory as she came back to herself, in shock but breathing. What she didn’t know is that Mallory was the next Supreme and Cordelia’s death had made her more powerful than before. 

-Tempus Infinitum. Screamed Mallory, creating the spell to return back in time. 

Everything else happened too fast for comprehension. A hand on her waist, the water around her, then everything was dark. And before she knew she was just in front of Murder House, where everything started. 

Michael was here too, he had dragged them both into Mallory’s spell, expending it so they could join the same space and time as the witch. They were both lost when they arrived, pushed back again the grass, they rolled for a few meters before stopping her body on top of his. 

Before she finally realized what had happened it was already too late to undo anything. She slapped him violently before standing up. Michael took a little longer to get back to himself as he used a lot of magic to take them here, but the burnt in his face brought him back to reality. 

-What have you done? She yelled at him 

Everyone who had been looking to the two strangely dressed persons had now hide back where they could, not wanting to worsen the anger of the girl. Her body was looking over his and for once she was the one in control. 

-If I can kill Mallory there I will do it now. 

-Do you ever think before you do something, do you? You are such a selfish and stupid asshole! You just erase yourself from this time by bringing us here. 

She was insensitive to his face, clearly confused and scared. Yes, he was scared of her, him the Great Antichrist scared of a Witch. He didn’t want to let anything through as he stood up, he took him some strength because for some reason he didn’t explain, he was really weak. 

Y/N was mad as hell about him. But yet to see him so weak, his face writhed with pain, she could help but to feel herself hurt as much. She didn’t understand what was happening to the powerful Michael Langdon, until she saw him. 

A younger version of Michael just passed the door of Murder House. His eyes were swollen with tears. He looked so young and vulnerable. But how could he be here, if Michael’s presence by her side had erased him. However the exact opposite of what she thought was happening. It was the older version of Michael who was fading away. Time was a dangerous thing to mess with and Michael was paying the price. 

The scene seemed surrealist as the two Michael made eye contact. The younger version of himself looked scared and lost as he observed the blood all around his older self. Then he saw her, his only hope at the moment, since his grandmother had rejected him. Y/N was for him, the closest thing to a mother while for his older version she was the love of his life. 

Tears rolled down her cheeks as this innocent version of him made his way to them. While the Michael on her side was going his way to him, they were attracted to each other like magnets. But then came the shock. A car rushing through the street drive over Michael, the innocent boy was projected on the floor already bleeding.  

Time seemed to freeze as the two adults on the other side of the road screamed watching him crawled on the floor. For him, it was the pain, his pain projecting into his body. For her, it was the horror of seeing this innocent boy that she loved so much hurt like this. But as they started running over them, the car reversed to run over Michael’s body once more. 

Constance came out of the house, she froze to place when she saw her grandson on the floor. But then her focus, as well as everyone else came to the driver of that car. Mallory. The witch stopped to look over at her friend, blocked in the middle of the road. It was hurting her to see her cry, but that monster by her side had killed every single person that counted for Mallory. 

-Mallory, I’m begging you. Stop! She screamed at her, hoping that her despair will make her friend change her mind. 

She couldn’t read the expression on Mallory’s face, so she decided to rush over Michael’s side, to protect him. He was already in agony, but maybe she could prevent him from suffering even more. She closed her eyes when she heard the car roaring again, and as if her prayers were answered, Mallory drove forward avoiding them. 

As soon as this craziness was over, her lover kneeled next to them. He was watching his grandmother, crying silently as he mouthed an apology. In the meanwhile, his younger self was gaging, the pain was unbelievable. 

-Y/N ….I .I .I’m scared. 

-It’s alright, I’m here, I’m right here, I’m not leaving you I promise. She cried. 

His head was resting on her laps as she was rocking him. Gently caressing his hair, making him feel her presence. She was only looking at his blue eyes, nothing matters more than his eyes. Until another asked for her attention. 

-Y/N … 

His body was becoming more and more transparent. He was disappearing, because it couldn’t exist two of him in the same place and time. Those were the rules of time and space and even the Antichrist himself couldn’t fight them. 

-Bring me back …

-I can’t. She was drowning in tears. I don’t have this power … I can’t. 

-You can! He assured her. You can save him, you can save me. I believe in you. 

He looked at her one last time, as his older conscience was disappearing, he mouth one last time « I love you ». The sharp pain she felt at that moment was even more monstrous than the pain of getting her heart ripped out of her. She screamed but not a noise was getting out of her throat, it was too strong that she thought she died again. 

But then she came back to reality when the boy on her lap was fighting for his life. But it was only a question of seconds, before his life left his body with his final breath. The shock of him, her little boy dying was such that she had forgotten everything around her. She only remembered his voice, he believed in her, she couldn’t be a disappointment. 

So she tried it, Vitalum Vitalis, give him a bit of her breath before inhaled again. But it didn’t work. She lost him, twice, on the same day. She was beating herself up for not succeeding, why, why was she capable to bring herself back but not her loved one. What was the point of she could keep them safe?

-I’m sorry. Her head pressed against his chest, she was crying a river over his body. 

But then she heard it, his heart beating slowly before he emerged back. He was searching for air as he rose to be seated. She didn’t understand how, but for all she cared is that he was alive, that’s the only thing that mattered. She captured his face between her hands befogging kissing gently his forehead. 

-Don’t let me die again. It’s scary. His voice was so innocent and pure. 

She laughed of relief as she took him in an embrace, holding him tight. At this moment she felt as if all the bad that one inhabited him had left with his older self. 

-I promise you.

Read Ending I - Ending II

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No light in your bright blue eyes (End III -Part I)

Read Part I and Part II

Part I - Would you need me if I told you what I’ve become? 

Her breath was short. She knew perfectly what it meant when Ms. Venable asked everyone to gather in the common room. Y/N had been waiting for this moment since she first steps foot in this madhouse of Outpost. She couldn’t say she had enjoyed much of her time in here, serving some of the most annoying people she ever met. 

She won’t either deny that she had been using her magic to help her from time to time. Putting Gallant asleep when he became to vocal and started mumbling about his life. Or when Coco was too mean to Mallory, she would just mess up with her head, make sure she was quiet for at least one hour. 

Y/N had grown quite in fond of Mallory, finding so many similarities between them. The first one wasn’t obvious to Mallory, because she seemed ignorant to the fact that she was a witch. So of course, Y/N said nothing about her own gifts. Mallory had been a real friend for her during this time. She sensed how powerful she was underneath, and felt the need to protect her, for some reasons that she couldn’t quite understand. 

Even though her own powers had been growing during her time in the Outpost, she couldn’t leave aside that Michael has had years to control his and that she would never be able to equal him. Not alone, that was for sure, that was why she had Mallory on her side. 

Everyone was gathered in the room. She used the fact of being her grey to merge into the dark. With all the people gathered in this room, she hoped that he wouldn’t recognize her. At least she prayed really hard, as she heard his footstep on the cold floor. 

She caught a glimpse of him as he stood a bit after the doorstep. Michael had immediately caught the attention of the room just by standing there. He was so far from the boy she knew. He stood up straight, his hands on his back, his chest rose up. He was so in control of himself. 

He walked to take Ms.Venable’s place in the center of attention. Sure he was magnetic, every eyes on the room were on him. As he stood in front of the fireplace she could have a better look at him. He looked beautiful, his long hair falling gracefully on his shoulders, his blue eyes enhanced by the red eyeshadow on the corner. She could barely recognize him, even the fire of his eyes had changed for something darker. 

He was exactly what her best dreams and her worst nightmare had imagined he’ll become. And she was scared to even meet his look as he glazed over the room as he speaks. And then she realized that he left this feeling in everybody, his incredible beauty had left everyone on the room frozen. 

-Massacred. His tongue ticked as he answered Timothy’s question about what happened to the other outposts. 

Y/N wasn’t sure he wasn’t the cause of those massacres all around the globe. For the first time, she would admit she was afraid of him. His stare was cold as ice, and she froze when he stopped on her. For a split second, she thought that he had recognized her, but if it was the case he said nothing about it. He went on with his speech and concluding his intervention, he left the room escorted by Ms.Mead and Ms.Venable to his chamber. 

The second they passed the door, the living room was filled with chatter. His presence had definitely left an impression on everyone as they all had to say something about it. Mallory approached her friend, Y/N was very pale and when asked if she was okay, she just answered that she was tired. Mallory, who was sharing a room with her, proposed that they both head up their chamber. 

But of course, this was too good to be true. As they were heading to the corridor, the high pitch voice of Coco resonated in their ears. Mallory looked at Y/N sorry, Coco was needing her and she couldn’t risk her stay here just by disobeying her, although she really wanted to. 

-It’s okay, I will catch you later. Y/N whispered, giving Mallory a comforting smile.

As they headed their separate way, Y/N rushed upstairs hoping nobody will catch her, especially Michael. She was in no state to face him at the moment. When she made it to her room, she passed out on her bed. Getting the sleep she desperately needed. 

                                                          **

It has been two days that Michael had been conducting his interviews. And she has been able to fly under the radar, as he barely left his room, she thought that he hadn’t noticed her presence. But on the contrary, her presence was upsetting him, constantly in his mind. Not that he had recognized it was her, but he could just feel her. He could sense that there was a witch inside the Outpost. At first he thought it was Dinah Stevens, but after conducting her interview, he was sure that the magic he was sensing wasn’t the one of the Voodoo witch. 

He was going to see every single person of the Outpost, so he bearded with the sensation, patiently, to discover the witch who was hiding within his Outpost. 

Y/N did not understand how she managed to be so invisible. She wasn’t using any of her magic, too afraid of what Michael could do. She didn’t know the variety of his power, but she could only doubt that he was capable to feel her magic. She suspected he hadn’t felt anything since she hadn't found herself in a strange situation yet. 

Not like Mallory that night, when she arrived in their room the young woman was shaking. She slighted down against the door, covering her face with her hands. Y/N hurried by her side, holding her close as she waited for her friend to calm down. She knew she just came back from her interview with Michael, she was summoned to meet him earlier that day.  

When Mallory’s breathing was finally back to normal, Y/N started to ask the questions. She was quick to answer, talking about the flames and his face. 

-What about his face? Her friend asked slowly, concerned. 

-He was pale, very white, his eyes were black. It was only for a few seconds, but hell this was crazy. 

This was insane, she was right. 

They both went to bed, Y/N tried to put some sense into what happened to her friend, comforting her as much as she could. She told her that some of the things she saw where probably hallucinations due to her exhausting. This was a lie, but that helped Mallory fall asleep. 

However, Y/N hadn’t found sleep of all night. The image of Michael’s white face was haunting her, to look in Mallory’s mind for it wasn’t her best idea. When she found sleep she was pulled out of it within the minutes as his face terrorized her. 

Sometimes she had flashes of what was going on downstairs, although she had no idea how true it was. In her mind, she could see Michael covered in blood, invoking his father for help. He was terrified, of the witches. She thought it was her mind playing tricks on her. But she was far from the truth, as Michael was indeed practicing a ritual for his father and for once getting answers. 

                                                          **

She was in a terrible mood, lack of sleep wasn’t doing any good to her. Like every morning, the greys had a meeting with Ms. Venable, who was giving them the task of the day. She was shocked when her supervisor announced her task this morning. 

-I’m sorry? She asked a bit too harshly to Ms Venable's taste 

-You heard me Miss Y/L/N. You are to clean Mr. Langdon’s room and this afternoon he will conduct your interview. 

She was cold as ice and Y/N knew she could only oblige to her orders. As they were all dismissed she headed up to Michael’s room. Her blood was boiling, she turned bright red. It was fear. The anticipation of finding him in his room and having to confront him. 

So it is little to say that she was relieved when she found the room empty. In the silence of the room, she could only hear her breath. She didn’t want to spend too much of her time here, so she quickly put herself to work. In the matter of an hour, the room was perfectly clean, almost as no one as never used it. 

She was finishing the desk when she found something intriguing. Behind the pill of files, there was a small amulet. She took the small object in her hand as she recognised it. It was hers, an ancient family jewel that her grandmother gave her. It was untouched by time, the letters on the back still shining. 

It was very special to her, but her death made her forget that she even possessed it. She used her magic to activate it, the necklace unlocked and a small music began to play. It was the first thing she learned to do with her gifts. 

However, some changes had been made by the new owner. Or the thief she thought. The pictures where no longer her family but it was her, just her. The amulet was to protect the one with the pictures inside, when somebody died and it was irreversible, the picture disappeared from the necklace. However whoever wore it could change the image inside at his will. 

She was very confused when she saw herself inside of it. She wondered when Michael had made the change. The sound of the door opening pulled her out of her thought. It was him. 

-What are you doing here? He asked

It was impossible for her to tell what emotions were going on inside of him. She refused to turn to face him. However, she could hear him approaching slowly. 

-Miss Venable asked me to clean your room, Mr. Langdon. 

-It’s not what I asked you. Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N. 

His body was now overlooking hers, pressed against her back. It was the first contact they had in years, although it wasn’t leaving Michael unmoved, he showed no sign of it whereas Y/N was shaking slightly. 

-Why are you so afraid of me? He asked softly on her ear. Or is that excitement? 

He was playing with her, and she had no intention to let him take control over her so easily. She turned to face him which surprised him.

-I was never afraid of you, nor am I now. She said exulting all the confidence she could. 

-Stop lying. He said as he sat down on his armchair, laying back to look at her.

It was like he was sounding her soul to the deepest core of it. But she wasn’t to give up as she gave back his stare. The tension was rising in the room, as neither of them wanted to give up. He was not weak, and neither was she. And she wanted to prove her point, she wasn’t afraid of him, not anymore. 

-Why did you leave me? 

-I’ve never left you. 

It hurts her, and you could feel the melancholia in her voice. However, Michael was over that appearance of kindness. Why would she show herself now? For the first time since he arrived at Outpost 3, he lost his temper as his hands firmly grabbed her throat. 

-Why do you keep lying to me? His voice broke, and she finally met the boy hiding behind the man.

When she was on the verge of dying, Michael’s hand left her throat. It had become difficult to breath, she fell out unconscious on the floor. He looked over her body, afraid that he had done something he would regret. « No » he whispered softly going down to her side. 

He took her body gently to lift her to the bed. He was unsure what to do, he looked at her, she looked so peaceful. Michael knew she wasn’t dead, however he couldn’t feel her heart beat inside her chest. 

-No, no, no. Don’t die please. 

He cried softly before using Vitalum Vitalis on her. As she rose back, coughing her throat out, Michael circled her body with his arms. He showed weakness to her, a way he hadn’t done to anybody for a long time. How he felt about her, how much he missed her, he wasn’t ready to say it out loud. Too afraid that his words would get lost. 

So he lost himself into the contact of their skin against the other. He looked over for her face, only to press his forehead against hers. Her eyes were glowing with tears, but none of them were spread. His stare was so powerful that she felt like he was reading into her soul. 

-I’m sorry. 

-It’s all right … I was just unconscious. 

-But there was no heartbeat. Your heart stopped. He was worried sick about it, for nothing?

-I don’t have a heart, not anymore. 

He stumbled away from her. What would she mean she had no heart anymore? His young self remembered his head rested on her chest and the sound of her heart beating underneath. He had a bad feeling about the explanation behind it.

-Remember the Black Mass? 

-What do you mean? 

-I think you know exactly what I mean Michael. 

He shook his head, denying any thought that came into his mind. Y/N didn’t mean to hurt him, but he needed to know the truth. As she explained how her heart was ripped off her body, how she saw him eat it. Michael’s face was changing, challenging all his emotions to not look as vulnerable as he felt. 

The kindness and the intimacy he instigated only few minutes before seemed to be gone, brushed away but the cruel truth of her words. It was burning him from the inside to know how much she had been through because of him. 

But the mention of one name brought him back to his most vulnerable state. Ms. Mead. She was the one who did this to her. And he couldn’t hear another minute of it. She was the only one he never stop trusting or loving. Although the girl in front of him hold her special place in his heart, she wasn’t the woman who took care of him for the longest time. 

Y/N’s body was violently propelled to the other side of the room. Some bones of her back creaked violently to the impact. She screamed out the pain, as Michael turned to face her. His magic was still holding her up against the cold wall. He was covered in rage, he couldn’t believe her, no matter how true she was, this was not the truth he was ready to accept. 

She gasped in pain when he plunged his hand inside her rib cage. The pain accumulated with the noise of her ribs breaking open, she yelled out. But no matters if someone heard or not, it was Mr. Langdon’s room, nobody would dare to enter. He was looking into her eyes with pure anger, she had seen it into nobody before. He was insensitive to her suffering. 

But the look in his eyes changed abruptly when he found no heart inside her. He was ready to take it away to prove his point, but there was no heart to take. His eyes wide open he looked at the girl in front of him, taking his hand rapidly out of her chest, causing her to scream once more before collapsing on the floor. 

Looking at the blood on his end, Michael couldn’t quite point out his emotions as they were coming like waves. She used all the forces she had left to stand up, leaning against the wall. Her eyes went immediately to the boy in front of her, she was so mad at him. Not a single a part of her body wanted to spare him.  

-You’re acting like a little boy. You should probably go back to your mommy's skirt. She spat out, knowingly. 

It was not the reason she was here, but she had no remords hurting him. He had become the monster she was so afraid he’ll become. Although he wanted to give the impression of control, he had none in him, he was a scared boy with broken and twisted dreams. 

At her surprise, he didn’t rush at her to finish her. No, he took the direction of the door, locking her inside the room. He needed to deal with himself before going back inside that hell, however he couldn’t let her leave either. Michael looked back at his end before realizing all the wrong he had done her. For Satan's sake, she died because of him, he ate her heart hoping to be closer to a father that was never here to answer his calls.

He battled for hours what to do with her. The fear was asking him to kill her and abandon her body like his horses. The reason was to kill her softly with one of the pills, no pain, just sleep. But love, love pushed him to keep her alive. He would curse love if he could. 

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When Michael finally decided to head back to the room, he was shaken by the state of it. Closing quickly the door behind him, afraid that anyone would see the pool of blood on the floor. What felt the worst to Michael, is that he was the cause of this, not that he was in anyway afraid of blood. No, on the contrary, spilling blood was something he rather enjoyed. Everybody knew that the spawn of Satan was a monster at heart, killing without getting his own hands dirty was a child’s play to him. 

What people didn’t assume about him, is that he was capable of love. Even Michael himself had doubted that so many time. But looking at the woman lying in his bed, he had no doubt. He cursed himself for caring and loving her his entire life, but he couldn’t help it.

He sat down next to her on the bed. She was asleep, her breathing was the only sound resonating inside the room. All the pain, physical and mental, had put her into a deep sleep. She was sometimes whining to the pain of breathing. Every time he heard it Michael promise himself that he would never hurt her. Not ever again. Ironically knowing she was in pain was hurting him. 

After washing up the blood himself, Michael looked up all night long for a way to take away her pain. But exhaustion got to him first as he fell asleep on his desk. 

In his dreams, he had her all for him. She was here with him, she had never left him. She was wandering around the room in her evening gown, she looked more beautiful than ever. 

-Michael, you promised. 

-I’m sorry love, … I’m finishing … Here we are! 

He was all for her, as he turned to face her. All smile on his face when she grabbed his hand and locked their fingers together. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before they both head back to out of the room. He was filled with happiness, in a way that his real life had never given him permission to feel. 

But all went away when he realized what just happened. Ms.Mead plunged a knife into Y/N’s chest, blood was spilling all over the floor and on Michael’s face as he tried to keep her alive. « No, no, no » he kept repeating again and again. But before he knew, his dream was out of his control. He was eating the heart that Ms.Mead had offered him, Y/N’s heart. 

With this horrific image in mind, he was pulled out of his sleep. He was panting, the fear was readable on his face. He knew that was not the truth and yet it felt so close from it. He was not to let his exhaustion speak for him, he headed up into his bed, careful to not wake up the girl in it. 

When her face writhes with pain he gently placed his hand on her chest. He started to chant the spell he found, hoping it will at least ease the pain. And it did, her face and all her body started to relax. Satisfied with his work, he was quickly called back to Morpheus’ arms.

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No light in your bright blue eyes (End II)

Read Part I & Part II 

Lessons learned by wounds still healing

Two days, Michael hadn’t eaten, drink or sleep for two days. So it was only logical that he started to hallucinate. It was unclear if any of them were from his father or not. After all, he was the one he was calling for. 

When angels appeared in front of him, he didn’t know what would be the next step. But then Ms.Mead appeared, asking him why he had let her die? As he screamed for it to stop and Goat bleated in front of him. 

-Father? He asked confused whether that was a sign or not. But the only thing the goat could do was bleat. 

He took his small dagger and started to kill the goat to take out the horns out of the animal’s scalp. Snakes came out of the head. Michael looked at it with great confusion before collapsing on the ground. He was so dizzy he couldn’t think clearly anymore. 

He saw a silhouette coming towards him, he wasn’t strong enough to raise his head and he couldn’t bear another hallucination. So he laid on the ground, his eyes fixing the blue sky. 

-Michael. The woman’s voice was calling for him. Michael stand up. 

-Leave me alone. You are not real. 

-Look at me Michael. 

He obeyed, hoping this illusion will leave as soon as he looked at it. But it didn’t, the silhouette was still here. It took some time before his sight adjusts back, the exhaustion and the sun weren’t doing any good to him. 

He crawled back when he recognized the face standing in front of him. How could she be here? It didn’t make any sense to him. His head was playing hard tricks on him. He hadn’t seen her in years and yet she was here. She looked the same as he remembered, hadn’t aged a bit. She looked so pure and beautiful. 

He blamed his mind for trying to trick him. She abandoned him, why would he see her now? Still, she felt so real that he immediately burst into tears. He was so vulnerable. 

-What do you want? You’re not real. He screamed at her. 

She went down on her knees to face him. She was still far away from him, but yet he could smell her, she always smelled like fresh lavender and herbs. His eyes were scanning her from head to toes, then looking longly at the hand she was holding up for him. 

He was so afraid to give up his hand to hers. That would mean a let go that he wasn’t ready to have. He knew that old demon will come to haunt him if he did. But if there was one thing he was trying to prove to himself, it was that he wasn’t afraid of anything, or anyone. 

So he did it, he took the hand that was offered to him. It was soft and warm, like a hug. Nothing felt better, the sensation was filling a hole inside him. A shining white light blocked his vision, he closed his eyes to feel the heat on his eyelids. Was he losing it? Was he dying? He didn’t know, but if that was it, he would love to die again. 

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When he finally opened his eyes, he was in a bed. He was only wearing his underwear when he realized that he started to panic. He didn’t remember anything of what happened and at first he was confused. Then came anger, no matter who took him here, that person was dead. 

-Where I am? He yelled. Who are you? Show yourself. 

He couldn’t see anyone inside the small room. When the echo of his scream went away, he finally heard something. He couldn’t quite put the finger on what was the noise, but he was sure that he wasn’t alone. 

The anger was driving him out of bed into the source of those sounds. But yet, he wasn’t sure what he could do, he was still pretty weak from his fasting. 

He arrived in a new room, it wasn’t much bigger than the other one, there was a couch, a dining table and a small kitchen. And there she was, her back facing him as she was cooking something. 

He recognized her immediately as her image has been haunting his mind for years. But why was she here now? She left him, alone and vulnerable. Why would she be helping him now? Cooking for him, like nothing never happened. 

-Are you hungry? Come and sit

But he couldn’t, he was frozen. He felt vulnerable, her only voice was taking him back to his childhood. There were so many questions rushing through his mind and yet none of them were passing his lips. He was taken back in time, to the small child in love with his babysitter, who was waiting to grow up so he could marry her. 

And he was not that boy anymore. 

When she turned to face him, she realized that she had never seen him like this. Like a man. She had kept in her memory the image of the child. But he was there standing a few feet from her, only wearing his underwear. She never thought of him like that, he was so beautiful. Though she felt really guilty thinking that way. 

-Where are my clothes? 

He must have heard her though and she felt even more awkward. She closed her eyes, pushing away her though before answering back to him. 

-I washed them, they were covered in blood and dirt. But you can take the stuff I left for you in the bathroom. 

He nodded silently as she pointed with her finger the door on her right. He went there, not wanting to look at her for another second. He couldn’t explain what he was feeling at the moment as he had never felt something so strange. He locked himself in the bathroom and they both realized they were out of breath. They could finally release the pressure as the other wasn’t looking. 

Y/N sat down on the floor of the kitchen. She was shaking and couldn’t repress the tears from rolling down. She thought that she was still mad at him, but when she saw the lost boy in the wood, she felt pity and pain. She was trying to cry as silently as she could, until she heard the shower go on. 

She couldn’t repress the pain anymore, it took her some time to get herself back together. After putting the breakfast she had made on the table, hoping he would take some time to eat, she rushed outside. The confrontation was inevitable, but she wanted to push it as late as possible. 

The white blouse was too big and the black pants a bit too tight, however, he was grateful to be covered. He pushed back his wet hair, looking on last time in the mirror. He prepared to face her in the kitchen, so he was surprised to not find her there. 

Michael did not want anything but to talk with her, but the pain was pressing in his stomach as he noticed the food on the table. He could use some strength after all, he didn’t know what would come with facing her. So he sat down to eat. It tasted exactly as he remembered, a feeling of warmth was feeling his stomach. It felt disgusting to allow himself to feel like this, since he hadn’t for a long time. 

Since Ms.Mead, he missed the woman with every bit of his soul. She took care of him, being a mother to him when Y/N left him. Ms.Mead had understood him like he thought no one had before, she was guiding him to be who he was supposed to be. He felt rancor throughout Y/N, she was afraid of him. Ms.Mead never did. 

As he finished his plate, the feeling had only grown inside of him. If she was afraid of him, he would give her reason to. He stormed outside, she was sitting in a chair on the porch of the small cottage. She stood up the second she saw him, but she didn’t have the time to say a word that his hand was pressing around her throat. 

Michael pushed her violently against the wooden wall. At his great surprise, she didn’t try to push him away, she was taking it and increasing the pressure wasn’t changing her attitude. 

She was crying, silently, but he hadn’t realized it until he felt her tears touching his hand. His eyes wide open he finally looked at her. Her beautiful face was turning red almost blue. When he realized, his hand went slowly away from her throat. 

She collapsed on the floor, struggling to find her breath back. Although she had already died once, she realized she was still afraid of death as she only knew Murder House as hell. And she was much more afraid of what her personal hell could look like. 

-I’m sorry. His voice broke, he sounded just like a child again. 

She looked up at him, his face was red, his blue eyes drowned in water. She gathered her strength and stood up to face him. Carefully she put her hand on his cheek, he responded silently at her touch, locking his eyes with hers. 

He couldn’t help to miss her touch, he had missed it so much. He scanned her face as she was giving him a soft smile, she wasn’t afraid of him. He frowned when he realized that it has been years and yet her face had stayed the exact same. There were so many unanswered questions, but it kept them for him, wishing this moment would last forever. 

But it didn’t. Y/N was worried, what would happen next? Was that fragile and beautiful boy was really the Antichrist, was he really supposed to bring the end time? What did he really want? And how much was she ready to do for his magnetic eyes? 

Was she capable of let thousand die for him? 

Her eyes went to her feet, she was searching inside her head for answers. She became so lost in her own self that she didn’t felt her hand slipping off Michael’s cheek. 

-So you’re really afraid of me. 

His voice was hard and sharp that it could kill her with it if he wished. Y/N was brought back to reality the hard way. The reality was here, he was standing in front of her, and she hadn’t realized it. 

She sat down on the bench, being very careful of the words she would use next. She wasn’t afraid of him, she was afraid of his fate. The stare of his, waiting for an answer, was burning her skin. 

-No, Michael, I’m not afraid of you. She affirmed. I’ve never been. 

-So why did you left me? He was trying to contain his anger, but his voice was betraying him. 

She looked at him sadly. So sad that he actually believed all this time that she deliberately left him. She suddenly realized how confused he must feel, because new she was here, she was taking care of him. And now, she was afraid to tell him the truth. 

-I never left you… she said softly. I think you should sit. 

He immediately denied her offer as her hand was inviting him to sit next to her. She took a deep breath, watching his face changed with her words. As she was telling her story, how she had been trapped inside Murder House during all these years. How she was captive from the Church of Satan, what they did to her, the agony. His face changed drastically when he realized, they ripped out her heart. He knew what would be her next words, he just understood, it was her heart that he had been eating during the Black Mass, but hearing it from her lips was destroying him from the inside. 

All the suffering she had been through trying to protect him. What he did to her, he had eaten her heart for some ritual. All the lies he had been told. Was he even the Devil’s son or was that another lie? No, Ms.Mead loved him, she would have never lied to him, all those years. 

-You’re lying. He spat out to her face. 

-Why would I be doing this? 

-The witches … You’re with them, you want to take away what I am ? Did you poison me with the food …. You’re a Witch after all, what reasons do I have to trust you.

His words, they were so cruel because they felt so true. However the witches had nothing to do with it, yes they came to ask questions, but they did help her to escape that hell of a house. She did it all by herself. She had been working on a way out for years, but the visit of Madison and Behold had pushed her to try harder. When she finally successfully rejoined her body and soul, she had nobody to thank for it apart for herself. 

And yet, he was here doubting her words. If words are not enough, she thought, then maybe this will. She took off her big cardigan and unbuttoned the first three buttons of her shirt. She stood almost bare chest in front of him. 

Michael looked at her, eyes wide open in front of the gigantic red scare that was going from the middle of her chest down. Everything he believed was shaken inside his head. In a gesture that will surprise both of them, he crossed the space that separated them to put his hand on her chest. 

His fingers were tracing gently the unregular line, she gasped as it was still painful in some spots. He stopped to look at her face. She was scanning every frown, every mouth movement of his, analyzing them as well as she could. All tension was released from his face and for the first time of the day, he gave her a melancholic smile. 

He didn’t unlock his eyes of hers as he placed his palm against her heart. He felt nothing. There was no beating heart underneath. How could she be alive without a heart beating? 

-I’m so sorry. He took her small body into his arms, he holds her as tight as possible as he repeated in her ear how sorry he was. 

She gave back his embrace. She could feel his tears rolling on her shoulder as his head was bury in her neck. She whispered to comfort him, told him it was okay, that everything is going to be all right. Like she did when he lost his grandmother. They were both taking back in time, wishing nothing that complicated had arrived at neither of them. 

It was impossible, but to maintain the illusion they stayed a long time like this. Seeking into the moment, forgetting about their surrounding, his written destiny. Nothing seems to matter to the two of them as the moment. 

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No Light in your bright blue eyes (End I)

Read Part I & Part II

In the evil’s heart 

When Y/N rose back, everything was blurry and the agitation around her was giving her the worst headache. All of her life so far seemed like a horrible nightmare that she just woke up from. Except it was reality. She died, her heart ripped out of her body. 

But panic took control all over her body when she didn’t recognize the place she was in. The creme colored walls, the smell of candles, and their light caressing her skin. And the faces and the voices around her were too much to handle, she was shaking in the bed, struggling with the persons restraining her. 

-Thank you for your help girls, leave us now. 

As soon as the voice asked, her order was executed. She could finally move freely. She recognized later the face owning that voice, it was Cordelia Goode, Supreme of all the Witches and Warlocks. Only then she remembered where she was, she had been there one time with her own Coven. But the questions were haunting her, what was she doing here? And how did she escaped Murder House? 

-You need to relax, nothing wrong will come to you. Her voice was soft and motherly. 

-How am I here? What happened? 

-When Madison told me what happened to you, I and my girls did everything we could to bring you back. And as you can tell, it is a success. 

-Am I alive? She was crying, not believing that she was back 

-Oh very much, my dear. Added the other woman on the room. 

She recognized the woman, Myrtle Snow, she had been dead for years, and yet she was here, standing on the other side of the bed. To clear up all questions, Cordelia started to answer every single one the young woman might have. How she brought Myrtle back, for this time of great need. All about the spell, they used on her to recreate a heart, and the young witch who performed it. 

-But why me? 

-You are your only hope to stop the Apocalypse. 

-But my powers are nothing spectacular, I’m not raising anywhere near yours. 

-It’s not for your powers that we brought you back, although you underestimate yourself. 

-It’s for your connection with that cocky little boy, believed to be the Antichrist …Added Myrtle, with a touch of irony that only her master so well. 

Michael, he had raised to a level that was scaring the Witches. His powers were beyond comprehension and with the support from the Warlocks, he could only grow stronger. She couldn’t believe at all that her sensitive little boy could have become the biggest threat to humanity. 

If she was the only way to stop him, then she would do it. Not only to save humanity, but mostly to save Michael from himself. But before taking any action, she was ordered to get some rest, and it was more than welcome as she was exhausted. 

                                                            **

-Cordelia, I was surprised to see you asking for a meeting, especially here. Said the Grand Chancellor of Hawthorne School. 

Ariel Augustus was a sinister man, yet the jubilation in his voice was impossible to miss. He knew that having Michael by his side, the next Supreme, was giving him a power he had sought for years. Overpowering the Witches was his biggest dream, so when Cordelia Goode had summoned a meeting in his school, his thirst of power had only grown. 

As they were welcome to enter the underground school, Y/N’s heart was beating so fast that she was afraid she might faint before even facing him. But nothing or no one would ever stop her to see him again, not even herself.

 Ariel followed closely by Baldwin Pennypacker and Behold Chablis, were leading the way to the living room of the instructors, change for the occasion, into a Council’s meeting room. Behold had difficulty hiding his treason to his fellow brothers as he recognized the hooded figure following behind Cordelia Goode and Zoe Benson. The young witch from Murder House, a ghost from Michael’s past, it seemed that the witches had successfully brought her back. 

Few minutes later, one of the doors opened to boy wonder, his golden curls shining in the light of the candles. He was excused for his lateness by a simple sign of Ariel’s head. After all, he was to be the next Supreme, he wasn’t late, everybody else was just early. He sat down at the table, just at the opposite of a mysterious witch, a hood covering her face. Michael looked at her suspiciously, as the rest of the group carried on the conversation. 

Finally his focus changed as Cordelia mentioned his name into the conversation. Y/N had a quick breath of relief, as she looked at him from under her hood. His featured had changed, he looked older but also more confident and handsome than ever before. What hadn’t changed was his eyes, the beautiful gun metal blue that could capture you within a second. She felt bewitch before him, he had nothing to do with the little boy she used to know. 

After the small discussion between the witches and the warlocks, Cordelia asked everyone to leave the room. As everyone rose and followed her order, excepted Y/N who was still hiding under her black cloak. Michael was the last one on the room with them, but Cordelia stopped him on his way, asking him to stay where he was. She left the room backward making sure he stayed in place. Only adding to Michael’s confusion, until he realized that the door was locked with the Supreme’s magic. 

Then he turned back to the only person who was in the room with him, ready to lash out all his anger and frustration. With pride, it seemed to be the only emotions that inhabited him for the past months. 

-Who are you? One of his eyebrows raised to the question 

To his surprise, this only question made her rose her hands to uncloak herself. With grace she put down the hood on her shoulders, revealing her face to him. A face that he knew far too well and he thought he would never see again. She was as beautiful as he remembered, her face hadn’t changed since he last saw her. That smile she was given him, so candid, took him back to his childhood. 

But then the pain came back as fast as lighting, striking him through the heart. The exact same pain he left when he learned she left him, she just ran away. He had no idea how far he was from the truth, how events really pulled out. 

-Why are you here?

-For you. 

-You have never been here for me, you ran away when I needed you! So don’t you dare tell me you are for me now!

He had broken the distance between them, his body overshadowing hers. His hands were shaking in his side, as he was trying not to touch her. Y/N was torn, when she saw how she failed him. Despite the facade he showed everyone she could see the little boy broken climbing his way out, he was so vulnerable. 

She used the small distance between them to initiate a contact. Her hand rose up to touch his cheek, she could almost touch his skin but his hand wrapped around her wrist stopping her movement. His eyes were filled with anger, but still that wasn’t frighting her. However, the waves of pain kept on going in her brain. She was desperate to let him know the truth. Although she knew he wouldn’t listen, she could try to use mind control over him. 

So she did, closing her eyes to focus, she used their contact to create a connection between them. Every single candles’ flames started to stagger around the room, Michael was fighting her, not wanting to put himself in a position that could weaken him. His powers were much stronger than hers, but her will to gain control was stronger. 

He knew he could out-stand her with the flick of a finger but one part of him didn’t want to. He still had a part of his heart softened by her love. So he finally let it go, allowing her into his mind. 

He immediately regretted his decision as she started playing her memories for him. He could feel every single emotions and sensations, the agony, it was overthrowing his own feelings. Silently, she was crying, forcing herself to relive everything she had been through. The pain was such that just after showing him the image of himself eating her heart, she had to let him go. 

Everything was dizzy, Y/N made it to the chair next to her just in time. She was holding her head as a sharp pain sneaked into her brain. Michael, on the other hand, hadn’t moved, he was stuck in place. His eyes wide open, reliving, again and again, the atrocities she had been through. 

-I’m sorry it had to be done that way. But it was the only way to make sure you would believe me. 

At her surprise, he didn’t explode in her face, no instead he stood there and said nothing. She looked at him with worried, the truth was harder to deal with for him than she expected. It was hurting her to see him so fragile. 

Everything in his mind was turning around, there was no words, no actions, nothing that could make up for what happened to her. He couldn’t help but to feel guilty, it was all his fault. He turned toward her, she wasn’t mad at him, on the contrary, she seemed worried. Making sure that he was soft with every single of his move, he kneeled in front of her, caressing her tight with his thumb. Like a gesture of peace, as a way to tell her to worry no more. 

-I’m so sorry. He broke softly crying on her laps.

-Everything is going to be fine now, I promise. 

As she crawled down her chair to take him into her arms, Michael hold her even tighter. There was nothing more comfortable than this, the contact of her skin against his. She could feel his tears rolling alongside her neck but she said nothing, just caressing his hair. 

There was nothing stronger than the two of them reunited. Michael knew that she would be here for him, always. In fact, she never really left him. 

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No Light in your bright blue eyes (Part II)

Part I 

Part II - The House was awake with shadows and monsters

It has been weeks now since Y/N had moved into the house. She was taking care of Michael full time. Pretty soon his mind joined his body and he was now acting like a teenager. He was a wreck emotionally and was sometimes very violent, even toward her. And this was a challenge of every day to take care of him. 

But he was also loving and caring. He started to show some signs of magic, and pretty soon she would have to help him control it as much as possible. That’s when he learned she was a witch, and his admiration for the woman who was taking care of him was only growing. 

One day, he tried to struggle her against the wall, this was the time she thought about giving up. But when few seconds after he apologized and burst into tears she couldn’t help but care for him. She knew this relationship wasn’t bringing much good in her life. But the need she had to protect him was getting over everything.

She didn’t know what she was capable of doing for this boy until it got her killed. 

One morning, as she was preparing breakfast for the sleeping boy upstairs, she heard someone knock on the door. She was surprised as she thought her magic had fixed any problem of having future owners. She didn’t want Michael repeating his killing on people who tried to settle in. 

As she opened the door she saw three hooded figures. All cloaked in back. Her first instinct would have been to shut the door at their faces, but she didn’t know who they could be. Maybe witches although she highly doubts that. 

She raised an eyebrow, confused as the man in the middle of the trio smiled at her. His smile was giving her chills, she couldn’t trust him or the two women by his side, that she was sure. 

-Who are you? Can I help you? She was not certain she wanted the answer but she asked anyway.

-I am Anton LaVey, Black Pope of the church of Satan, and these are my cardinals. The man said very sure of himself

-Is this some kind of joke? Y/N she asked a bit amused by the man in front of her. 

-We followed the dark star from the West, one of his cardinals added, the signs are impossible to miss: the temperature in this house, a home build over the portal to Hell, the crows worshiping from above. 

She seemed far too excited about the news that Y/N’s blood freezes into her veins. Yes, she had noticed that the house was warmer than usual, that sometime during the days, hundreds of crows were flying over the house but she didn’t take it as any sign of anything excepted the soul of the house living. She knew it was built over the portal to Hell and it was the only explanation she ever needed. 

-Michael is the chosen one, he will rise and bring us all to the Armageddon. The other woman said. 

-I will not let you touch a hair of his. Who do you think you are? If you ever come again to this house I will not hesitate to kill you. 

She was scared but anger was burning inside her eyes. Who do they thought they are, they will bring Michael down a dark past that she desperately tried to keep him away from. With the flick of her hands, she banished the three of them out of the property and lock ed the house with the spell that they could never come across. 

But they were not going to give up that easily. The fact that Michael was protected by a witch wasn’t scaring them. 

Her breath was shaking she couldn’t quite digest what she just heard. Was Michael’s real destiny to bring the end time? She wasn’t sure about anything, but one thing, she will not let anyone take him down that dark path. 

-What happened? His voice came from the top of the stairs. I heard you screamed. 

-It’s nothing love, just some stupid kid playing with the door’s bell. He wasn’t sure he believes her, but the smile that she finally gave him brought all his thought away. Let’s go get your breakfast 

She offered him her hand, he went down the stairs to take it, his skin was really warm in comparison to hers, but she didn’t mind. Leading him to the kitchen so they can both enjoy their breakfast together. 

                                                            **

For the first time, Michael found himself capable of doing something new. He was afraid to tell Y/N about it, because he was using it on her. He was listing to her thoughts, what she wasn’t saying, he could hear them as clear as if she was speaking them out. Most of the time he was doing that to help him fall asleep, her voice was calming him. 

But that night was different, she was worried sick about what happened this morning. Michael knew she lied to him about the kids, he wasn’t mad about it because he knew, somehow, it was to protect him. Until a few nights, they were sleeping in the same room, it was the only way for him to really find sleep, but this time, she was thinking too fast for his liking. 

And as she thought about him went on, he found himself scared. Scared that she might leave him all alone, because she was afraid, of him. Why would she ever think like this of him? He wasn’t always easy on her, that he would admit. But he loved her, in a way that he couldn’t explain how all this love could fit into himself. 

She turned to look at him as she thought he was peacefully asleep. Her thought changed, and Michael was feeling much better, she loved him too, maybe not the way he wanted her to, but it was more than his grandmother ever loved him. She gave a small kiss on the top of the head and her mind went back to her book. Michael finally found sleep. 

She had been sleeping for few hours when she woke up. It was terribly hot inside the room, she was sweating from every pore of her body and the fan in front of her wasn’t doing her any good. As she sat back in the bed she looked down at Michael, jealous that he was able to sleep under this heat. She gently pushed back a curl that was falling in front of his eye, trying not to wake him up. A soft smile crossed his sleepy face. 

She wondered how he had grown to be such a beautiful young man. His features were so perfect, too perfect that nobody couldn’t actually believe that he could harm anyone. She lost herself, maybe he was some kind of fallen angel who had taken over the five years old boy she knew. There was so much humanity in him, he was desperate to be good and she felt that. 

She crawled out off bed and walked silently out of the room. In need for fresh air, she went to see under the porch and was grateful for the air running on her wet skin. She felt safe, she hadn’t seen the three lost souls of the Church of Satan from all day, pretty sure that her magic had scared them away. 

Y/N had realized far too late how wrong she was as something stung her neck and an unknown fluid run through her veins. She became quickly dizzy when she understood what happened, it was already too late, the woman with short hair from earlier on had drugged her. She tried to fight through it, but everything became dark. 

Ms.Mead, that was her name, looked over the unconscious witch’s body, surprise that her plan worked so easily. She affirmed to her fellow Cardinal Ms. Crowe that she would sleep for three days, they only had to get Michael and her ready for the Black Mass. 

                                                         **

When she woke up, Y/N was so lost, she couldn’t remember what had happened last. A strong yellow light was blurring her vision. Then she felt the pressure, her hands and feet were tied up to the table she was laid on. She started to move, shaking herself, screaming for help. She was so lost and couldn’t understand what was happening to her. That is when she saw his face that she remembered what happened. 

-No need to be so loud you know, nobody is going to help you, he said, a vicious smile growing on his face. 

Anger was growing inside of her, she could feel her blood boiling. But when she tried to use any of her magic, nothing happened. And now she was scared, tears rolled down her cheeks. 

-No, no, no. Don’t cry, it will be over soon. He shook his head. Did you really think we let a witch get in our way? 

Two new silhouettes entered the room, bringing the good news with them. Michael was ready. Then she was scared for someone else, she left him alone and now the Black Pope had his hands on him. I don’t know what Michael knew about her, what insanity had they put inside his head. 

-What have you done to him? 

-To him, nothing, he is my lord and savior. 

-How broken-hearted he was when we told him you left him, all alone. Poor boy. Ms.Crowe told jubilating once more

-He knows it’s a lie, I will never …

-And yet here you are, he is alone, you left him. Ms.Mead added 

It was so painful for her to think that Michael could ever believe she left him. To know he was broken once more, they made him so vulnerable to anything they were saying. He was ready to believe anything they were saying, even that he was Satan’s son. 

She screamed to the sharp pain of the knife plunging through her chest. It was the worst pain she ever felt in her life, her all body was shaking and sweating the pain out, but it wasn’t enough. They were crazier than she expected as they were cutting her open. 

But the worst was yet to come as the hand of the Black Pope went inside her open chest to take her heart. She gagged when his hand pressed over it, a malefic smile on his face, before tearing it out of her body. 

And that was it, she died. Losing all her blood on the floor, her heart out of her chest. And all she can do was to watch her body lose all color, her skin turning grey and her eyes empty of life. 

It took her some time to realized that her soul has left her body and there were both separate from each other. First feeling was panic, she was dead and she was trapped in Murder House forever. But then came hope, she was separated from her body, she could probably use Vitalum Vitalis to bring herself back, she never tried it, not even on somebody else, but it was possible she learned about it. 

But it was impossible to do it without her heart. Without a second thought, she followed the blood leading her way to where the Church of Satan took her heart. As she was running on the corridor upstairs, she found a room light with candles. 

When she approached the room it was already too late, Michael had her heart in his hand and before she could say anything he bit in it. She collapsed on the floor under the pain, it was even worse than when they took her heart out of her chest. She was screaming out, but the people in the room didn’t seem to hear her. Michael didn’t seem to hear her. That broke her even more. 

She was powerless, watching her heart being eaten by that boy she loved so much. He seemed so different, so in control, as Satan’s shadow took place instead of his own, the rest of the room cheered and chanted « Hail Satan » 

The tears of pain were running down her cheeks and she couldn’t stop them. She never felt so vulnerable in her life, she was dead and yet she felt everything, and she was doomed to relive this moment for eternity. She was trapped in the Murder House forever. 

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The story is yours to make now, choose your ending (No worries you can always come back and read the others) 

Once Madison had told Cordelia what she found out, all the witches gathered to find a way to bring Y/N back to life. And they did succeed, bringing her with them as they return to Hawthorne to face Michael. 

After Ms.Mead’s execution, Michael retreated to the forest to summon for his father. He spent two days without food or sleep when he saw a hallucination more real than he could have imagined.

It took years for Y/N to liberate herself from the Murder House. Once she did and found out Michael’s plan was already on march and there was no stopping. She found a way to include herself in Outpost 3, as a grey. Month at past in the Outpost, she was losing hope to ever see him again. Until the alarm of intrusion went on, announcing his arrival.

Ending I    -   Ending II   -  Ending III

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No Light in your bright blue eyes

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: When Madison and Behold visit Murder House to learn more about Michael, they make the acquaintance of a ghost from his past. 

Warnings: Murder, Horror, Cannibalism, I mean expect some AHS stuff,... 

A/N: This story takes place during the events of American Horror Story: Apocalypse, starting from Return to Murder House. I wanted to have different endings, there is a base to the story and from there three different possibilities, you can choose which one you prefer but of course, you can also read them all. Also sorry if there are some mistakes in my English, I’m french ahah! Enjoy x

Part I - I never knew daylight could be so violent

It has been few hours now since Madison Montgomery and Behold Chablis have arrived in the house. Murder House hadn’t occupied by a living soul in years, as no one else will dare to pass its doors. So it was a surprise for the Ghosts in the house to see two living figures ask for their help. 

Although they were witches, Tate had warned them: « Even people protected by magic aren’t safe in this house ». Little did they know they were not the first witches to dare enter the house.

And after a few hours, that seems like days for Madison, they were getting bits and pieces of Michael’s story growing up in the devil house. The only thing that every story had in common was her. A mysterious girl, who for some like Tate Langdon and Ben Harmon was helping Michael on the good side, and for Constance Langdon, she was only as devilish as he was and turn his baby grandson into the Devil.

The two witches were confused of you to trust. But when asked where this girl was now, the answer was even more confusing. Constance Langdon was pretty sure she left him, all alone and afraid, and it is at that time that Billie Dean Howard decided to give her best clue. 

-I’m pretty sure you are wrong on that one, Constance. She said, making Constance give that look she gave anyone who tried to be against her. I can feel her soul wandering the corridors of the house. She died here, as anyone here, but her death was something different, there was magic involved. 

Madison and Behold looked at each other, wondering what all this craziness meant. It didn’t take them long to follow the medium suggestion to ask directly to the girl. As they stormed upstairs, they found many souls, none were matching the sensation they have both felt before. 

But as they entered one of the bedroom, they felt it again, magic. Not exactly matching theirs in anyway, but a magic that once was powerful. All of this was coming from her. A girl, sitting on the bed facing the window, there was no doubt to the two witches, it was her they need to talk to. 

-You are Y/N Y/L/N? Aren’t you? Asked Madison too roughly to the taste of her partner. Could you answer me? Or you’re gonna stare at that goddam window all day? She asked again, after-all, Madison wasn’t really known for her patience.

-Depends on what you want, Witches … She answered quietly compared to the attack that Madison through at her. Don’t take me for a fool, I once had what you have now.

-So you were a witch? 

As soon as Behold asked his question, the curtains went on fire, making both of them jump off their place, but the fire went out as fast as he went on. Then the girl stood on her feet and finally revealed her face. She was beautiful, even Madison will admit it, only for herself of course. Her eyes were cold as ice since the two were only disturbed her, yet you could feel the warm fire burning inside her. 

-What makes you think I’m no longer a Witch? Because I’m dead? One of her eyebrows raised up as she looked at them with amusement. 

Behold was quick to answer « We meant no disrespect, we are …. » but was promptly interrupt by Madison. 

-Well enough bla-bla, we are here to know everything about Michael Langdon. 

Y/N responded at Madison’s stare with a look that could rise up the dead. A mix of anger and melancholia could be read. It took her few seconds to get herself back together before answering « Don’t you know everything you need to know, that he is the Devil himself, isn’t what Constance told you? I mean she is his Grandmother after, who could know him better than this woman » She spat the last word with disgust. Her eyes were cold as she stared at the two witches standing in the path of the door. 

But she couldn’t hold it for that long as she looked at the bed, which once was his. Against her own will, a tear rolled down a skin. She once cared about him so much, and it was breaking Madison’s stone heart. 

-He isn’t all bad, he is just broken. She whispered, it was for herself, but the two had heard it anyway. 

-Could you tell us more? I mean you obviously care about him … Asked Madison with the kindest voice she could pull out. 

-What has he done? Y/N wondered that since the second she heard his name mentioned around the house

-Nothing … Behold told first, before Madison felt the need to add, Yet anyway. 

She wasn’t sure if the dead witch in front of her would respond nicely to her comment, but it was essential that she knew the reason of their visit. The two younger witches stared at each other for a long time, Madison didn’t know how to feel, but as the look of the beautiful girl across the room became tender she began to relax. 

Y/N agreed to tell them her side of the story. But it was nothing like they expected. 

                                                        **

It wasn’t a long time ago since Y/N has settled in Los Angeles. For her parents, she moved there for College, but the reality was something else. She found a small Coven, a place where she was accepted and could master her powers. She always knew, her grandmother was a witch, so why not her. 

She revealed herself to be a powerful witch when she arrived at the Coven for the first time. Indeed she had trained herself in her room for such a long time. She had been hiding her powers from her parents, afraid that they wouldn’t understand. That’s why she couldn’t afford to go to Miss Robichaux Academy, it was on TV all the time and she couldn’t risk it.

Instead she found this Coven, hidden from the outside world, it was a little house in the middle of Los Angeles, it wasn’t flashy or beautiful, but it was enough for her. As the house was too small to welcome students to stay in, all the girls had to found a small apartment. Y/N’s place was nice and cosy, a little small, but she didn’t need much so it was perfect, it felt like home, and it was enough. 

However living in Los Angeles wasn’t cheap, so she was going online to found small jobs, she had tried out for many of them, but she received no callback from any of them. Until one day, she passed in front of a red house, a few blocks away from the Coven. She saw a small ad, they were looking for a babysitter for a 4 years old boy, who was living alone with his grandmother in that big house. This was unusual, such a big house for two people, but as long as she got paid, there was no need for questioning. Indeed this was ten times more than she could expect for any regular babysitting. 

Something inside told her, call it witch instinct, that there was something unusual going on with this house. But she needed the money, so before any second thought came into her mind she was at the door of the House. 

A beautiful woman answered the door, behind her legs was hiding a small golden hair boy with beautiful blue eyes. She didn’t know that those beautiful eyes will cause her so much problem and entered the house at Constance’s invitation. 

**

One year later, Y/N was still in the service of Constance Langdon and had become very close to the little boy, Michael, as she babysitted him quite often. His grandmother was very surprised when she saw the young lady alive after her first evening with Michael. 

Something about her was strange, she couldn’t put her finger on what exactly. And she was trying to put any bad thought aside as his beautiful grandson hadn’t killed anything or anyone for the past year that he started to interact with Y/N. And that was a relief for Constance, even though she would admit it only to herself. 

Y/N had grown quite fond of Michael. He was a lovely boy, a bit silent, but nothing that she couldn’t deal with. She felt it, the first night watching over him, some kind of magic was connected to him. She couldn’t point what exactly, but she knew in some way that her magic was protecting her and on some extend calming his urges. 

After few months watching over Michael, Constance finally told her what was going on. That behind that angelic look was hiding a devil. At first Y/N didn’t believe her, but then she remembered that sensation that she had around the little boy. She understood why Constance looked so tired some times, when she spent the night burying corpses in the backyard, and how suddenly new peoples were making their appearances around the house. 

Y/N knew that there where ghosts, she had met and talk with few of them at the time. She wasn’t afraid, the little girl practicing spells in her bedroom had never been afraid of anything, that hasn’t changed. Even though the idea of Micheal killing anything was giving her the chills, she knew that she was helping him. 

Constance spent some sleepless nights thinking of this young girl and how everything she knew about Michael made her even more determinate to help. One part of her was grateful that she was here for her grandson. On the other hand, she was scared, what could be so wrong with her that she was alright to babysit a murderer child. But she kept her anyway, coming to the same conclusion that Michael hadn’t killed as much as he used to since Y/N entered their life. 

                                                          **

Michael turned 5 only a few days ago, the little boy was excited to have a small party with his grandmother and his favorite nanny. He loved Y/N there was no denying, some night he even wishes that when he grows up he will marry her. She had told him 100 times that is it was not possible, the hope was still strong inside the small boy. And she couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that would change when he grows up. 

He had the best party that a 5 years old could expect, for him it was anyway, as he had no comparison to anyone. Constance had decided to confine him to the house, he was homeschooled. That didn’t seem to bother him since he never knew anything different. His grandmother hoped to keep him safe of course, but also keep the rest of the world safe from him. She would admit he was doing better, but still she didn’t trust the rest of the world to help him. She had learned by herself so many time that men are cruel. 

When Michael rushed to the door to say goodbye to Y/N, she told that she was going on a trip for a two week but she swore that she will be back very soon. Although he was very sad, Michael gave her a smile, he knew that she would never lie to him. His little heart was sure of it. 

What Y/N hadn’t told them was the reason she was going away. Her Coven had a meeting at the Miss Robichaux Academy, which she was very excited about. No doubt every witches going to the gathering were as excited as she was. 

Michael looked at the light of her car leaving the street from his bedroom window before finally agree to go to bed as his grandmother had asked him too much already. 

                                                          **

Two weeks had passed so fast for Y/N, it was a crazy experience that she had just lived surround by so many witches. She loved every second of it.

As she drove back from the airport to her place, she could help but to pass in front of Michael’s house. That where she saw, something, or someone that she hadn’t seen before. At the moment she took him for Tate, as the young boy with curly golden hair. But when she noticed his piercing blue eyes she knew it couldn’t be Tate. That thought went away as she passed away the house. Probably a new ghost, she was only worried that it was Michael’s fault, but she chased that idea away as soon as she arrived home. 

The next day, she woke up with a strange sensation. Something in her guts was telling her that something wrong was about to happen. But she was still training that new power that she just discovered, so she couldn’t put her finger on the reason of that sensation. Later she talked about it to her teacher, Ms. Rosemary joined her power to the young witch. 

Flashs of the Murder House came to her mind. Her head felt heavy as she let go of her teacher’s hands. She fell on the ground before realizing what it meant. 

-Michael, she whispered to herself. 

She was scared that something had happened to the little boy she grew so in fond of. Ms. Rosemary had understood that and let her student go. She was in no condition to learn anything, she was better off cutting this feeling out of her. 

She jumped into her car and park a few minutes later in front of the House. She couldn’t hear a sound and that sensation inside her was still growing. As she knocked on the door not another noise came from the house. Luckily for her the door was unlocked, however this was giving her apprehensions. 

She entered the hall, and finally she could hear something. A faint sob, coming from the living room. She carefully walked there, and saw a curly blond haired boy crawled over himself. His head was resting on Constance’s lap. 

This is when she realised, the woman on the couch was pale, she couldn’t hear her breath. She was dead. However, the sensation didn’t go away until she saw the face of the golden hair boy. 

His beautiful blue eyes were red and swollen. She had never seen this shade of blue, expected for one little boy. The same boy she has been babysitting for a year. 

-Michael? She asked, shocked and melancholy mixed in her voice 

No, it couldn’t be. He turned 5 only few weeks ago, how could look like he aged more than 10 years. But she felt it, it was him. That strange sensation that had been following her all day went away the second she felt the boy holding her tight. 

-You came back… His voice was broken by all the tears. But it was his voice. 

She came down on her knees to face the grown-up boy, he was taller than her now. She scooped his face with her hands, whipping off the tears of his red cheeks. His deep blue eyes where staring back at hers when she was trying to read on his face what happened. Before she could ask anything, Michael broke back into tears mumbling words that she barely understood. 

-I’m a monster, I killed her … Y/N broke into his words, as he repeated that he was a monster, tears spread on her cheeks as well.

For the first time in her life, she knew deep down that he hadn’t done anything to his grandmother. Not physically anyway, yes he was the reason Constance took her life, but he definitely did not kill her. However the young boy was crumbling under remorse and grief. He loved his grandmother. 

-You’re not alone, I’m here. Everything is going to be all right. Y/N didn’t know if she was telling this to him or to herself. The situation was too dreadful. 

They spent hours holding each other. She was holding him so tight too afraid of what would happen to him next. At on point, he stopped crying and fell of exhaustion in her arms. He was asleep and she felt at peace, feeling his warm and regular breath on her chest. Soon after she fell asleep too.

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