Disclaimer: I do not own American Horror Story. I do not own the characters or the plot. The only thing I own is my own character Ruby.

Warnings: I will give a warning at the beginning of each chapter. This is my first story so beware and thank you.

RR

Devil's Intent

Chapter 1

Change was something that everyone, inevitably, had to go through. Sometimes it was for the better and sometimes it was for the worst. No one could truly say which one it would be until they had actually went through it.

Change was something that scared everyone - whether they liked to admit it or not. It was everyone's biggest fear due to the fact it was unpredictable and unknown. And the unknown was terrifying. It was bleak and gloomy, like a foggy morning where the skies were still grey and cloudy. You expected it to be a terrible day but no one knows for certain.

Moving house was a change people didn't like: mostly children. That was due to saying goodbye to friends and losing the stability they had surrounded themselves with. It was easier for adults, mainly because they were the ones who chose the change. The child has no say.

The effect can be explosive.

Depending on the child's age it can set about a horrid turn of events. If the child is around the age of five nothing major is going to happen. The child will most likely be fine with the change. However if the child is older, say 15 or 17, it can bring about bad side effects. Especially since they are old enough to understand.

If it was just a move for the sake of moving then yes, the kid is going to be annoyed but will just end up accepting it within a week or so. However, if it isn't just some random move but it had motives behind it, that's something different entirely.

Moving because your husband had an affair not long since having a miscarriage is not a good enough reason.

Uprooting your children's life so you can make things work out again is selfish in my books. Unless it was the last solution then maybe - but it wasn't. Simply switching to another house (far away) is not going to change anything. The whole 'new start' line is bullshit. If things were really going to work out it didn't matter where you resided.

So for me, sitting in this car right now being dragged away from my home for my parents selfishness didn't sit well with me. They were only thinking about themselves. They hadn't thought about me or my sister before making this decision to see whether or not it benefited us. It was something I wasn't going to accept so easily.

Blocking out my parents chatter (listening to them pretending to get along hurt and angered me) with my music was a blessing. My little sister, Violet, was doing the exact same thing.

Watching the scenery fly by as we drove seemed to be sending me into a trance. Its beauty added by the music pulsing through my ears was strangely exhilarating.

Feeling a tap on my thigh I frowned. I looked to my left to look at my sister who now had her ear buds resting in her lap. I copied. I simply tilted my head at her to show her I was listening. Violet stole a glance from the front of the car where our parents were talking about something or other before turning back to look at me.

"I know this isn't something we should be discussing here... in front of them, but... I need to talk before I burst." Violet whispered, moving her body close to mine so our parents wouldn't hear. Turns out they didn't but knew we were whispering which caused our father, Ben, to enquire about it.

Not like he had any right to.

"Violet needs to pee, and so do I, but she didn't want to say anything." I told him blandly.

"Hmm, well there should be a gas station coming up soon. And we need to fill her up..." He carried on talking but I quickly pushed my ear buds into my ears. I didn't feel rude not saying anything back to my sister because she probably knew we would talk when we pulled over. It took twenty minutes for that to happen.

Without saying anything to our parents we grabbed onto each others hands and made a beeline for the rest room. I was actually going to pee whilst I was here. Violet started talking when I started to scrub my hands.

"I feel... conflicted." she admitted slowly, like she was choosing her words carefully. "I don't actually know how, or what, I feel. On one hand I feel terrible for mom but then on the other I hate what dad has done. I don't know if I can forgive him. I hate him! If it wasn't for him none of this would be happening." I stayed silent through her rant because it was a miracle she was even saying it in the first place. Violet had closed up during the past few months.

"I don't want to be mad at mom but I am... and that makes me feel like shit because I know it's not all her fault... well it wasn't in the beginning but now... She was the one who wanted this, she wanted to take him back and I hate her for that too!"

I saw it immediately. Violet closed her eyes, took a deep breath and her shutters were down. No emotion was on her face unlike 30 seconds ago when many were dancing upon the slim face. She pushed herself off the rusty sink and sighed, giving me a smile.

"We best go back before they start to worry."

"Probably." I murmered. Sitting back in the car, I sunk into the leather seats allowing AC/DC to take over my mind. Fuuuckk! My phone died. I stared wide eyed down at my phone like someone had just died - and someone did, my poor phone.

I heard my mom say something about how the light looked different here but I couldn't concentrate, I just kept staring depressingly down at my phone.

"It's called smog." I heard Violet say in the background as I caressed my phone. This instrument was my life. Call me sad or whatever you want but that phone literally was my life. It had everything on there for me. With nothing else to do I listened in on my family's conversation.

"You should be excited Vi." My dad said. I frowned. Why was I still calling him that? I mean sure, he was still my dad but after everything he had done and put us all through I don't think he deserved the title. Call me petty but I don't care. He is now Ben! I narrowed my eyes when I saw him try to grab my mother's hand and I couldn't help feeling smug seeing her shake it away, placing her own hand in her lap.

"How long til we get there?" I demanded.

"Um, about 25 minutes I believe." my mother answered. I groaned placing my head against the window. Well, nothing left to do but stare out the window until we arrived. In the end I started to play a game in my head. It wasn't a very good game (wasn't even a game - I was just pretending some really fast human was chasing the car and jumping over all the obstacles that we drove past).

Finally after what felt like forever we arrived. I jumped out of the stuffy car taking deep breaths of fresh air. I let a small smile grace my lips before I opened my eyes to take the first look at the house we could possibly be moving in to.

It was a big place. It looked old but new at the same time, I didn't know how to describe it. I took slow calculated steps towards the house. My gut told me there was something weird about this house and yet, and yet my head and heart told me there was something awesome about this house.

Ben was rambling on about how he loved it and trying to get the others to say they loved it too. He was trying way too hard to the point where I kind of felt bad for him. Mainly because of how pathetic he looked. I would apologise (and I should) but I can hold a grudge for a very long time.

We all walked up the grey concrete steps before pausing by the front door. I looked towards my parents to see them just standing there looking at the door. What were they waiting for? Rolling my eyes, mumbling under my breath, I wrapped my knuckles on the door.

Not even 5 seconds later and the door swung wide open revealing a short mousey haired woman with a large grin on her face as though there was no place she would rather be. To me? I thought she looked stoned.

"Welcome!" the woman breathed, standing aside to allow us entry all the while introducing herself as Marcy. After a quick round of introductions she set off giving us the tour making comments here and there. The place really was beautiful. There was something elegant yet secret about this place. Every room had a similar style and fixtures, with beautiful dark colours despite giving off a light glow, although each room gave off a different aura.

After a while I admittedly grew bored. "Mom?!" I called out causing everyone to stare at me. I shifted from one foot to the other not appreciating all eyes looking at me. "Is it okay if I go explore a little?"

After both mom and Marcy giving me approval I was off. I was honestly surprised Violet hadn't asked to join me - she looked bored. Knowing her she was only staying to see if she could find out anything about the house. Anything interesting that is.

Making my way over to the stairs I grabbed the smooth banister in my hand, loving the smooth texture gliding through my hand as I walked up the stairs. Turns out there was plenty of rooms up here and on the off chance we were going to end up living here I went in search for the room I would want. First come first serve, that's how I see it.

The first room I entered was a smallish room. When I say small I mean small for this house. For an average sized house you would call your smallest room the box room due to how little space there was. This room wasn't like that. I only knew it was small for this place after I checked out the others however. There was a large window taking up most of one of the walls and knew immediately this was not the room for me.

Two doors later and I found a bathroom. Decent sized, I thought. White bathtub off left centre. Something about this room was hurting my head and I know, how can a room hurt your head? Well, I have no answer but I swiftly left. After some more exploring (despite the bathroom incident) I realised I was really starting to like this house.

It was beautifully crafted. Some of the designs on the banister and walls and doors looked hand crafted to me and that just amazed me most of all. I finally came to my final stop. This was the only room I hadn't been in yet and I was hoping it was good because I hadn't found a room that shone for me yet.

The room seemed alright, not too many windows, window ledge big enough to sit down on, decent size and there was surprisingly a bed in the room. I walked in, shutting the door behind me. Jumping on the bed which turned out to be surprisingly soft and comfy I tried to picture myself living in this room.

I closed my eyes after studying the room and pictured my things, my belongings, in this very room. Me on this bed listening to music yet somehow still able to hear Violets music from her room. Unconsciously I started to smile. There was something about this room I liked. Yes, I would definitely be picking this one.

Dad, or rather Ben, would probably haggle prices with her (the estate agent) to get a cheaper deal as he was so desperate for this plan to move forward. Feeling a gentle breeze to my left my eyes snapped open. Clearly seeing that the window was shut I frowned. I clumsily got off the bed to check if the window had a small gap or something which could have created a small breeze. Nope nothing. It was sealed shut allowing no air inside.

Strange.

Taking a deep breath I spun on my heels before making for the door. As my hand grasped the door handle I froze. You know that feeling of being watched? Well I had that now which was ridiculous due to the fact I was the only one in here. Not giving in to the urge of checking over my shoulder I swiftly exited the room. Making my way downstairs the feeling of being watched lingered.

However the minute I entered the kitchen it vanished.

Giving my sister a smile I went and stood by my mother. "Where did it happen?" Violet asked the realtor. Where did what happen? The realtor looked nervous and started to fidget.

"The basement."

"We'll take it." We all stared at her. I guess she found out something about this house that she liked then. As our parents went off to sign papers and what not (they were in the estate agents car) I got my sister to tell me what happened. Apparently a murder-suicide - great. I told her I had already found a room I liked. Thankfully she wasn't too fussed so no arguments happened over who got what room.

It all happened rather quick. We actually got the keys the same day. One problem was all our things were back in our old house. I was not going all the way back to pack. Sitting on the bed in my new room I smirked happily. I had managed to convince my parents to let me stay here instead of heading back. Violet, much to her horror, was forced to go too.

"Why can't I stay?!" she demanded, crossing her arms.

"You're 15." Ben responded.

"Ruby is only 17!"

"Yes but she is responsible." If only he knew. "And we need help packing. Besides, you hate people going through your stuff so how would that work with the packing? Ruby isn't that bothered." Violet huffed and spent another 30 minutes trying to convince them to let her stay. I smiled sadly and apologetically to my sister who sat in the back of the car.

"Promise to call me everyday, there is money left for food, take care of yourself, don't talk to strangers-"

"Mom!" I cut her off laughing. "You're only gunna be gone a couple days. Calm down."

"Yes and I worry because it's my job." she replied softly. I pulled her into a hug, promising her I would call her everyday. I waved them off before finally shutting the door behind me with a sigh.

Finally, a few days away from the madness.