I do not own American Horror Story or its characters. They belong to Ryan and Brad, believe me if I did it never would go like it's going.

Jupiter Florida, 1952

"I just don't understand why we're here I mean…isn't this kinda wrong?"

"Zoe, how many times do I have to tell you? You need to get laid, desperately. Now if this lady says its fine it's fine! Now will you please shut up I'm trying to read."

Zoe Benson was born in the typical normal life. Her dad owned the local hardware store which was pretty successful. Her mother was your typical housewife who baked cakes for local events when requested. They lived in one of many growing suburban areas in Tampa, and she went to one of the best schools. The only thing that was a tad abnormal, was her great grandmother Hazel. Grandmother Hazel lived way over at Jupiter, was a wealthy widower, and lived in a huge plantation type home in the middle of nowhere. Holiday visits were interesting to say the least, but Zoe always thought she was neat.

Grandmother Hazel dressed from head to toe in black; she always said back in her time when you lose a husband you must wear black until it was your time to go. She collected taxidermy cats along with her actual alive cat named Hamlet. She always hung out with this even more interesting woman named Myrtle, playing this thing together that sounded like it came straight from a science fiction film. And she always celebrated these holidays, which when Zoe asked her mom what they were, her mom would get flushed and told her to never ask. Zoe never thought anything of it though; she just figured…everyone had the cook in their family. It wasn't until she turned 16, and she had a boyfriend, when she discovered the family's deep dark secret.

Matthew was his name, and he was a dream. He was the captain of the football team, eligible to go to the most pristine colleges in America. Zoe knew for sure that they were going to get married and have kids, so when they decided to lose their virginity to each other it didn't seem like a big deal at the time. It started so perfect; her parents were gone for the day. They had the whole home to themselves, and Matthew came with the proper protection. Once they made it to her bedroom, and removed their clothes. He went into position, slowly sliding in. She winced in pain, but she read how normal it was…then it happened.

The blood, all that blood. It started from his nose, dripping a bit on her face. Then he began jerking, as if he was having a seizure. Zoe screamed in horror, unable to do anything. He just couldn't stop…all that blood. A brain aneurysm, the worst the doctor's had ever seen. No one understood, he seemed so healthy. Zoe was beside herself, the images of his attack still very fresh in her mind. She didn't leave her bedroom; her cover shield guarded her from the world. Her mom would always knock, give her something to eat, but she never talked to her. Zoe noticed she looked a tad bit spooked. One day there was a knock while she was eating a bowl of soup, opening to show it was her Grandmother Hazel. She was the one, that told her the truth as to what really happened to Matthew.

"I'm a what?" Zoe asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Grandmother Hazel sat right next to her, her hand on her knee in comfort.

"A witch dear, from the original Salam bloodline." She replied, a bit matter of fact actually.

"Wait…Salem? As in the Salem Witch Trials?" Zoe asked, the other woman nodded.

"Yes my dear, it was a dark time for us. Innocent people were being accused and hung, and it was only a matter of time before our ancestors would be discovered. So they left town, separating into different parts of the states to concrete survival. You, are a part of the coven of Florida, one of the biggest covens in the country next to the coven of Louisiana. I knew, that you had the gift. Witches tell one another by a certain aura one possesses. Sometimes this gift skips a generation, so you and I are the only ones in the family. We are also the only ones with this particular gift."

Zoe looked at her, getting a nod of understanding. "Yes my dear, the curse of the Black Widow. One of the most dangerous of powers and the most rare. We always find out about it the hard way, your great grandfather was actually my second husband. My first…the poor boy, he was so excited." She sighed a bit, as if…enjoying a fond memory. Zoe was horrified, which seemed to catch her attention. "Oh it can be controlled my dear. All our powers can, but you must pack."

"Pack? But…where are we going?" Zoe asked.

"To Jupiter of course! You are going to attend to Miss. Honeypott's School for Ladies. It's our decoy for what it really is, there you will learn to control and master your powers without fear. Now you must hurry…I told Myrtle I would take you instead. While she means well, her methods of transporting girls to the school can be a bit…overwhelming."

Zoe felt like she was being sent away because she did something terrible. Her parents wouldn't even look at her in the eye or say goodbye. Grandmother Hazel assured her it was no big deal, the normal people always freaked at their gifted relatives. Her words of course. They drove what felt like forever, arriving to an iron fence. The so called school, was even bigger than Grandmother's Hazel's home. Bunches of girls walking around with books in hand while others were in a bunch giggling and carrying on. It was just like high school…if high school was located on the set of Gone with the Wind. Once they went in they were greeted by a woman, she wasn't older like Grandmother Hazel or Myrtle. She looked more like she was in her 30's, blonde hair wearing a black and white patterned dress.

"Welcome to Miss. Honeypott's Zoe, I'm Cordelia. I'm the headmistress here as well as the teacher of Herbology. Spalding will take your things and put it in the room you are staying, but why don't I show you around hm? Get you acquainted here." Cordelia showed her around the building, the different rooms and places where classes would begin. She even explained the different things about their history as well as certain positions in a coven, including the Supreme.

"Are you Supreme?" She asked, getting a small laugh.

"Not for this Coven, that would be Myrtle. My mother is Supreme for the Coven of Louisiana. I'm just a teacher who wants to help you girls." She then looked at the clock then back at them. "It is going to be dinner soon. I'll leave you two to say your goodbyes and I hope to see you at the dining area Zoe." Zoe looked back at Grandmother Hazel a bit nervous, but she touched her cheek.

"Do not be frightened my dear, I will come every day to check on you and your process. You are going to excel in this, I can feel it." She kissed her forehead before she departed. Zoe smiled, feeling some hope in her. Besides, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

At the dining area she was greeted to the other witches of the house. There was Nan, a girl with the power of clairvoyance. Misty, who dressed more like a gypsy then the others, had the power of resurgence. Then there was Madison, telekinesis. Madison dressed like she was some movie actress, and had the attitude to boot.

"Once I get out of this hell hole I'm going straight to Hollywood and be the biggest thing since Doris Day. I can't stand more day in this Florida heat it ruins my hair."

There were all different kinds of powers, one girl with flaming red hair helped light the candles by flame bursting out of nowhere. Another girl was in one side of the room, only to instantly appear behind another girl to scare her, causing that girl to make a vase burst apart.

"You're going to find love again," Nan told Zoe out of nowhere. "A strange and unexpected one."

"Mind her, she's super retarded," Madison explained while checking her make up. "Seems we're going to be roommates. And from all these lesbos my only best friend so don't steal my shit or I'll kill you."

Zoe just looked ahead at her plate, the hope quickly died as soon as it came. This was going to be a pure disaster.

"I just…I'm not so sure if I'll keep control," Zoe whispered back to Madison. They were sitting in the living room of some woman that was doing a scarf party. Madison had overheard these types of parties at the woman's house from the whispers of the housewives, and the next thing Zoe knew they were sitting there while the other women were admiring the centerpieces.

"Oh for Christ's sake Zoe, you're not going to kill it by fingering you," Madison whispered back. "Besides we both know this is the only way you can actually scratch an itch so shut up and do your chant!" Just then the door opened, a rather large blonde woman walked out with the most satisfied look on her face as she slightly fixed her hair. A woman beside Zoe slowly stood up, but Madison stopped her.

"Um, it's her turn so you can wait." She informed the woman before turning back to Zoe. "Now you go in there, let it do its thing and let me know. I might need some working myself." Zoe looked at the door, slowly standing up while she fixed her skirt. Walking over to the door and shutting the door. She could hear the muffle sounds of the hostess talking about a product as she walked down the dimly lit hallway.

"Black Widow go away, kill somebody another day. Black Widow go away, kill somebody another day." She whispered to herself over and over. Feeling this release flowing through her, a sign that things were in check. And just in time to her destination. She slowly stepped inside the bedroom, a look of nerves obviously across her features.

"Don't worry, I don't bite. Come here baby."

I hope this doesn't suck! But reviews feed my fragile state.