A/N: So I decided to stray a bit from Asylum and work with some characters from Coven, so alas, one more story. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own AHS.
CH 1- Pushing the Bird from the Nest
NEW ORLEANS 1990's
Cordelia Goode sat in the back of an all black luxurious town car. Her mother, Fiona Goode, sat by her side. She glanced out the window through black shades. Cordelia sat stiff with her hands in tight fists upon her lap, restraining the urge to cry. She had been crying non-stop since Fiona informed her that she was to go to Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. Cordelia was mortified by the idea of being abandoned by her mother. Sure, Fiona had left her multiple times while she traveled but this was different. She wasn't just leaving Cordelia behind with the help. She was dumping her in a boarding school, miles away from their home in New York.
Cordelia had pleaded to her mother not to send her away. But Fiona was set on her decision. And once her mind was made, there was no changing it.
"Don't cry, Delia." Fiona had told her, "Every young witch must attend Robichaux's. I was far younger then you when I arrived there." She then looked at the girl who hung her head, hiding the tears that would not stop falling. She walked to her and lifted her chin. "Oh, Delia. Stop your crying. You're the daughter of the Supreme, you'd do good to remember that." She pointed a finger at the young, sixteen year old girl.
Cordelia froze when the car came to an immediate halt. Slowly, she lifted her head and glanced out the window to see the large white house: Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Ladies. A home for witches. Cordelia bit back a cry.
The driver opened Fiona's door and she stepped out. The driver then hurried around and opened Cordelia's door.
The warm New Orleans air hit her instantly. She set her brown eyes on her mother who waited impatiently for her. Perhaps if she begged right there, on the steps of Robichaux's, in front of the help, Fiona would change her mind. Perhaps she would see that Cordelia needed her. That all she wanted was to be with her mother. But instead, she forced herself out of the car and stood next to her mother.
Fiona placed her hand on the girl's back and lead her through the black gates of Robichaux's. Cordelia tried to be brave. She kept her chin up high as they walked up to the front of the house where a woman with wild orange hair was waiting. Myrtle Snow, was her name.
"Well, here she is." Fiona said as she and Cordelia stopped in front of Myrtle.
Myrtle Snow looked at Cordelia and smiled softly at her. "Welcome to Miss Robichaux's, my dear girl."
Cordelia looked to her mother for one last sign of hope. There was none. She was on her own now. Myrtle Snow outstretched her hand to her. "Come along now, darling."
Hesitantly, Cordelia took Myrtle's hand. As soon as she did, her mother's hand fell off her back. Cordelia looked back instantly to Fiona. Her eyes screamed for help. But Fiona only smiled at her, "Make me proud, Delia." Was all she said.
Myrtle and Fiona exchanged looks. Fiona merely shrugged and turned around, walking away, leaving her daughter in capable hands that were not hers. She had to admit that bringing Cordelia to Robichaux's was long overdue. The girl was sixteen years old, she should have attended Robichaux's much sooner.
Cordelia turned around hoping to see her mother, watching her go. But Fiona was already disappearing down the walk way. Cordelia lifted her hand, stretching it out to her. The word "Mother" caught in her throat, held back by the thick lump that threatened to make her cry. She hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye. Not even a hug. Of course, she knew Fiona wasn't very motherly, but she expected a "goodbye", or even a "love you". But all she received was a "Make me proud."
Cordelia turned back around, facing forward to her new life. The large white house was overwhelming as she stepped up its porch and through its large doors. Myrtle let go of her hand and ushered her inside as she told the butler where to put Cordelia's bags. Cordelia walked down the hall, wiping away the tears that fell with a single hand. She sniffled and came to a stop by the wall, before the foyer. It didn't take long before Myrtle caught up with her. Cordelia's big brown eyes looked up at the witch before her. She felt so abandoned, so alone in the big cold house.
And Myrtle looked back at the young girl. She was like a tiny baby bird, pushed too soon from the nest. She did not care much for Fiona, but her daughter was another story. She was young, innocent and her eyes filled with a fear Myrtle had seen in many of the girls that walked through the doors. But there was something about Cordelia that softened her heart. Cordelia's lips trembled slightly. "Will you be my mother now?" She asked.
Her question took Myrtle by surprise but her heart melted even more. A saddened smile brushed her lips and she took the girl's hand. "If you want me to be."
Her words washed Cordelia with a giant sense of relief. And somehow, she felt just a little bit comforted. She smiled sadly and nodded once.
"Come along then, little bird. Let me show you to your new home."
Cordelia stood by her new bed. Her suitcase laid upon it, closed. The room was white, as well was the furniture and the sheets on the bed. Another twin bed sat across from hers on the opposite side of the room. The blankets on the bed were ruffled, on the nigh stand sat a small radio followed by a black and white photograph of a blond woman that looked awfully familiar to Cordelia. Whoever her roommate was, Cordelia could already tell (by the way they kept their side of the room) that they were probably a bit eccentric. But Cordelia didn't care. She just wanted to go home. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs upon the white sheets. The tears dropped on to her hands, placed on her lap.
She could hear them, the other girls as they walked past her room, laughing and talking amongst themselves. There weren't many girls in the academy, not as many as there used to be. But all the girls there were probably already friends. Cordelia would be the odd one out. She sighed. Myrtle told her dinner would be soon and she was to start her classes the following morning. She had yet to meet her roommate. The thought made her a little nervous.
Cordelia opened her suitcase and rummaged through it, pulling out a photograph of her and her mother. Cordelia glared at it. She felt the anger boiling inside of her. Fiona had just abandoned her, dropped her off on the steps of Robichaux's like an unwanted puppy. Cordelia had always wanted her mother's approval and her love. But Fiona claimed she had failed Cordelia. The girl was nothing like her at that age. At sixteen, Fiona was a strong and witty young woman that could obtain anything she desired. She was hard, cold and as a bad as they come. Not to mention her powers were growing at a rapid rate. On the other hand, Cordelia was shy and delicate. She was kind and reserved. Her powers didn't measure up to her mother's. Fiona knew Cordelia was capable of so much more, but the girl was weak, she held back from her true powers. All she ever wanted was for her mother to accept her for who she was. Not what she wasn't.
Cordelia buried the photo back in to her suitcase, not wanting to look at it anymore.
Cordelia stayed in her room until dinner. She withheld the urge to cry just in case her roommate showed, but the girl never did. During dinner she sat at the edge of the large table in silence. The other girls looked at her and then whispered amongst one another. Cordelia scanned the table with reserved eyes. The seat across from her was empty. Cordelia never felt so alone in a room filled with people. After dinner, she headed upstairs while many of the girls headed out in to the backyard porch to talk and tell stories. She didn't want to join them. She just wanted to be by herself. She hoped her roommate was still a no show.
When Cordelia reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed Myrtle and the Headmistress whispering to one another.
"She's missing, again?" "Yes. We don't know where she could have gone." "Oh, dear," Myrtle said, "I know perfectly well where that little june bug has gone. You can take the girl out of the bayou but she will always find her way back. Tragic, really."
Myrtle then noticed Cordelia watching them and smiled at her. Cordelia only forced a smile and made her way up the stairs. She hurried down the hall and in to her new room. It was empty. Relieved, Cordelia sat down on her bed. She sat there for a moment, patiently waiting. When no one came, she got up and went in to the shower.
The hot water crashed against her skin and the steam filled the room, moistening the bathroom walls. Cordelia sat in the shower, her knees tucked against her chest and her arms around her legs. Her long blond hair was drenched. Locks of wet hair stuck to her cheeks. Her deep brown eyes looked down at the water as it circled and went down the drain. Tears raced down her cheeks and dripped down, mixing in with the hot water. Cordelia's entire body shook, exhausted from all the crying. Now she understood why her mother was never proud of her. She was weak; crying over such silly things. Childish things. Being sent away from home wasn't the worst thing in the world, she told herself, but being abandoned by her own mother stung like nothing before.
Growing up, Cordelia had spent much time in the presence of a nanny. She barely saw her mother. Fiona was always traveling or going out with men. She had just left her second husband before she announced it was time for Cordelia to attend the prestigious Miss Robichaux's Academy.
When she managed to finally step out of the shower, Cordelia dressed and exited the bathroom. The room was empty. She looked to the clock on the nightstand. It was past ten and her roommate had still not arrived. Perhaps she was the girl who was missing? Cordelia didn't care. She turned off the bathroom light and went to bed. Her new bed felt strange to her, it was cold and hard. But she would just have to get used to it. And she faught hard to keep the tears at bay, but one single tear escaped down her cheek, dropping on to the fresh linens.
Never had she ever felt so alone.