This is second in a series of Fan Fiction stories that I am writing. Of course, to be familiar with the premise, you have to know something about the show, "American Horror Story." It is a deep psycho-sexual thriller about a mansion in Los Angeles, that is haunted by the ghosts of all the previous owners, who have died in it. I hope you have seen it followed it and was happy like I was when it won its Emmy but for those of you who have not, it should be on DVD by October 2012. If you read this now, it might not make all the sense it would if you have seen it. Of course, repeated viewing of the show (and the story series) might help also.
This coupling was hinted at all season. Our girl, Moira, certainly tried. She even enlisted the help of Murder House's (the mansion is named thus) ghosts to get Ben to come out of his shell. Maybe if I get rather brave, I will write the Ben/Moira/Black Dahlia story (you know, you want to know what happened there, or what could have). This takes place while Vivien is in the hospital and Violet refuses to leave her room.
I talk too much, please enjoy and thanks for reading. Thanks also go out to my friends, who without words and with some social networking posts, support me in this strange endeavor. Please remember to vote, it is the only way we have to tell us to continue with our work or go in other directions.
American Horror Story Fan Fiction:
Ben and Moira Give In
Ben was sitting in his home office, thinking about what had happened with his family. Vivien was pregnant with twins and in a psychiatric hospital. Violet seemed lost to him, she would not go to school or even leave her room. The worse part of that was Tate Langdon, his new patient. He could tell that as hard as he fought to keep his daughter from Tate, the more she would want to be with him. It did not take an advanced degree in Psychology to know that.
Ben groaned audibly as he plotted out the steps he had taken to get himself this far. He had come to this city, to this house to make things right. Ben wanted nothing more than to make up everything to Vivien and live happily here, forever. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and doubled himself up in his chair. He was almost to the point of tears when he heard an all too familiar rustle of fabric. Looking up miserably, he focused on Moira, his housekeeper.
She was dressed in a dour black maid's uniform, stockings and obvious garters. Ben never understood why Vi had kept her on as the house maid, except that she worked for practically nothing. She was a constant threat to Ben though. Every male that came into the house was seduced by her baleful stare, pouty red lips, perfect legs in her stockings and garters and... Whoa, boy, he thought, he was giving himself quite the erection just thinking about why she turned people on.
He had caught Moira masturbating in the first days of owning the house. He could still remember her laid out on the chaise, hand fitfully moving between her pale perfect thighs. When he caught her, she was not guilty. She smiled at him and if it was possible, she opened the angle of her legs to present a better view. He fled the room, going upstairs where the memory would not leave him and he ended up masturbating quickly and violently. Afterwards, the guilt consumed him as he cried.
Moira had probably tried to seduce him since but with everything that had been going on; he was just not paying attention. Fine by him, the last thing he needed was another pregnancy by him in this house. Vivien was good but Hayden was not, things were only complicated when Larry killed her, burying her in the backyard. So, he had decided, not to pursue any invitations by Moira or anyone, if he was ever going to make it right with his wife and their children.
Still hunched over with his hands knotted in his hair, he heard Moira set down her cleaning supplies and start dusting one of the huge bookcases. Her heels clicked dully on the bare wooden floor as she moved. Ben was just about to tell her that the room did not need cleaning when she spoke to him in her languorous voice.
"I hate old, cold rooms in this house. Nobody there to add spirit and warmth to a big house like this..." He could tell from the creak of her weight that she looked back at him when she finished her thought. "It can't be that bad, Ben. Vivien is out of the house. You can see patients whenever you need to and do...whatever you need to." He heard Moira advance to in front of him, standing so close, he could smell her. He could smell that she was not entirely interested in her job as much as other pleasurable activities earlier today. The scent made his cock harder and his thought process murkier.
Finally, he lifted his head to look her in the eye with a bemused grin. "Oh, Moira," he said with chagrin, "How can I help you?" Wow, that was not exactly what he was aiming for, actually it was a lot nicer than he had intended, he thought.
