Incognitus / Cordelia Fanfiction

Chapter 6 - Busted

*Y/N's POV*

Before I can process that Cordelia just vanished in front of me, the curtain gets teared back and an older blonde woman enters the booth.

"Look at you," she says and sits down like this is her living room, "so you are the magical stripper.." she adds, looking me up and down, "I imagined you being taller..." Delia has a feisty momma...

"Who are you?" I ask as if Delia hadn't explained to me just seconds ago that this woman is her mother.

"My name is Fiona," she pulls out a pack of cigarettes, "that's all you need to know for now," she adds with one of the cigarettes between her lips, attempting to light it.

"Smoking isn't allowed in here," I say, because it's the only thing I can think of while I'm watching her struggle with the fire.

"That's as true as I want it to be..." she says and when she sees me frown she adds, "if you're me, nothing is ever really forbidden..."

"What do you want?" I ask slightly annoyed, now getting impatient with her puzzling answers.

"You wanna cut the bullshit?" she now mirrors my tone, "fine, I know you're no magician. You are a witch. Part of a bloodline that goes back to the witch trials of Salem."

"So?" I ask, pretending as if this wasn't big news for me and crossing my arms, knowing full well that I sound like a bratty teenager now.

"So?" she raises an eyebrow and again mirrors my behavior so that I instantly regret it, "I demand a little more respect for yours and my ancestors..."

"OK..." I sigh, "but what does this mean for me now?"

"Well," Fiona leans back, "this means you can either continue your miserable life in this... facility," she gestures around the rooms with her hand, "or you could come with me, live in a union of witches in a comfortable coven and learn how to improve and control your powers..."

My eyes widen slightly as she mentions the control of powers. Should I ask her about it? Maybe she can help me figure out how to control it... No, Delia said I couldn't trust her and I should tell her to leave...

She notices my thinking process happening at the mention of witchcraft and she chuckles. "So what do you have? Show me..." she points to the pole, as if I should be ashamed of my occupation.

"I'm not your dance monkey toy...'' I say approaching her and maintaining my confident posture, "and in my booth you're not yet more than everybody else lady," I say getting to her eye level and very close to her face, "If you want a show, then pay for it..."

"Funny..." she says, approaching my neck a little too much, "my daughter wears the same perfume as you..."

"She has good taste..." I reply amused with the situation. "I'd like to meet her someday, we'd get along..."

"Well, good news... she can be your headmistress if you come with me..." the older woman says.

"She's.... The headmistress? Of the coven?" I ask surprised and Fiona grins.

"Y/n?" Tim interrupts us, opening the curtains looking for me.

"Oh... I see that the witch thing is a thematic night..." A beautiful woman that was following Tim closely says.

"What is happening here? Why are you still here?" Tim says to Fiona, mad that she had managed to bypass security.

"I just wanted to talk to..." Fiona starts.

"And you're supposed to be on a break Y/n..." he adds upset to me, not letting her finish, not knowing why I wouldn't have called him to throw her out. "Anyway, Billie is interested in a private session too..."