AHS One Shots {Tumblr Version}

Inconsistences

The Countess was walking down the hallway, looking forward only, but she felt a gaze. It was harsh and narrow like the gaze of someone else who hated her so. But she paid no mind to it. There was no point, nearly everyone did not like her. This one was different in her mind, it stang like it was more personal than ever other hate.

Either way, Elizabeth walked, making her way into a room. It was a dark room, lit only by one lamp. James was on the bed, asleep. As asleep he could get really. "You can leave if you're truly upset with me." She traced James' face gently, not looking back. But there was no response, only footsteps, until you reached the bathroom, closing the door behind you. The bathroom was small, dim, and grim. Miss Evers was only good enough for cleaning the sheets, but you didn't care at this point. Elizabeth had been taking James for herself again. She was kissing him, holding him, and talking more with him. It was unlike her, giving you stares whenever she gave him affection in your vicinity. "Come on mouse, you can't hide from me and James forever."

"Yeah? Fucking watch me!" You were sat in the empty bath, hugging your knees. Instead of feeling sad, you were just disappointed. James missed 3 of the dates you arranged. There was champagne set up, you put on your best outfit and had a speaker for music to show James, yet you constantly found him distracted by the other inhabitants or The Countess. The energy of the whole room became dull with your words. The bath was getting more uncomfortable, but you didn't want to show that weakness. You had your room, nearer the entrance of the hotel, since that was the best option.

Since you were walking behind The Countess, you just somehow made your way into James' room. The almost sleeping man, sat up, suddenly up close with Elizabeth. "Oh, Dear, how are you?" He just smiled as she leaned back, sitting by James.

"Your mouse is jealous James." She said simply, gesturing to the bathroom. Even though the words were muffled, you heard everything. You didn't want to give up and leave through their room. James would see and try to talk to you, but you went petty. Being petty was the way you went whenever someone did you wrong. Dates or not. Sighs left your mouth as James' footsteps came closer to the room.

A knock interrupted your thoughts and you jumped back slightly. "Fuck off James." James let out a 'hmm' and raised an eyebrow almost being able to see past the door and at your small figure. "The Countess seems more important than our dates that I've put so much fucking work into." Your tone was jarring and you glanced at the door, keeping it closed. The footsteps got further away, so you assumed they had both left.

Slowly, you left the tub and unlocked the door, sneaking out while looking around. "Okay. Good."

"My sweet bird." James was behind you. The quiet fucker. He turned you around and grabbed your chin harshly, his eyes had no light in them anymore. "Mind explaining your tone? You know I don't appreciate that tone." You just gritted your teeth and crossed your arms, not wanting to lose confidence.

"Countess is getting too chummy." You hissed, looking away. James raised an eyebrow and brought your face close, your noses touching. Even though the interaction made you flustered, you still kept your posture. Both your breaths were heavy, but yours was less focused than James' were.

"You forget I have known my dear longer than you, and you. You're still alive, at some point, you will leave, and I will never see you again. You understand that yes?" James spoke sternly, keeping that tight grip on your chin. Bruises would appear the next day, that's for sure. You nodded the best you could, still mad at him though.

"I agree but it doesn't matter. You've missed 3 dates. At what point do you stop caring for me?" Footsteps stopped at the door. Someone was listening, so you attempted to turn around, leaving the grip James had on you. Quickly you opened the door, and The Countess was still there. She smiled at you, almost condensing. Her white dress didn't match the blackness in the room, but you felt it would soon if you didn't walk away. "Have fucking fun fucking him." The words left your lips as you stomped away, but the regret immediately ate out your heart.

James was looking at the ground, his hands in fists. He hated people who argued with him, most of them would end up ghosting the hotel. But he couldn't bring himself to follow you and kill you for himself. Something stopped him. The feeling he had of imagining you out. Out of the hotel and experiencing the life he couldn't. He could lose his precious hummingbird, but he felt too guilty. Not being able to walk into the lounge and see you working on your strange lap device he was so fascinated by. While he was distracted, the countess had left, following you, resisting the urge to just turn you or simply kill you herself.

"Mouse." She stated, standing over you as you lay on your bed, facing away from the woman. "Your darling lion needs you."

"I would be up for it if he hadn't pissed me off." You sat up, glaring at the woman. "If you hadn't stolen him again."

"Again? You forget he was mine first, I watched him kill, I married him."

"After nearly 100 years, can't you just leave him alone?" As soon as you said that, James walked in, no blazer off. He looked distressed, and off colour. If he could be off-colour since he was already so pale. "James..." You whined, seeing him appear behind the tall woman.

The Countess turned around. "Darling, you're just in time." She smiled, bringing her finger up. You were confused, but James went wide-eyed, quickly attempting to run to you.

He wasn't quick enough. The Countess sliced your neck, leaving you to bleed out and James to hold your dying body. While he didn't cry much, he quietly sobbed. But the countess was not there anymore. She had simply left, no feeling on her face. "My precious dear..."