Moments (AHS Zyle fan-fiction)

You're to die for

=So this is the beginning of my first fan-fiction about Zoey Benson and Kyle Spencer from American Horror story! I hope you like it, and if you do i might end up making a sequel= 

"MOM! MOM WHAT'S GOING ON! MOM?" I shouted as these 3 men in suits dragged me out of bed at God knows what time in the morning. "Zoey we had to do this we had no choice" My mum says standing at the doorway of my room holding a handkerchief to wipe her tears as three men escorted me out of my own house at the fricken break of dawn. They put my luggage in the boot nicer than they put me in the car, roughly pushing me in the back seat ripping my nighty. I turned to my left to see a woman sitting there wearing very bold colours with vivd patterns of all sorts. Her hair reminded me of a carrot. She turned to me and said "Zoey Benson we have been awaiting you". "Oh so you've been awaiting my kidnapping?". "Im Myrtle she said as she held out her hand". I rejected her hand shake of course. "Why am i here?". She handed me a book and signalled for me to read it. I couldn't even read picture books as a child so how does she expect me to read a book thats thicker than the bible.'The book of witch craft' it read on the cover. "What the hell, what are you suggesting lady?" i yelled. "Generations before your time  a woman exsisted by the name of Cecilia Benson". "Yeah my great great grandmother" i replied. "Well she was a very powerful witch. She possessed many powers, some a danger to others, some a danger to her. You're mother hoped this burdan would skip a generation as she and many other woman in your family do not possess this but i did not skip you." "Well how do you know? theres nothing to suggest that i' m a witch" i said even though my mind quickly rewinded back to last Tuesday.

Me and a guy in my history class- Jordan were how do you say........well having sex and then he started to bleed profusely. The doctors said it was a brain hemorrhage. He died. My mind fast forwarded to the present. "Myrtle is it? Um is having sex with someone then them dying count as witch craft?". She nodded grabbed the book off of me and turned to page 128. It was about powers that witches can possess. There was a section about witches who can possess all these seductive features that can be used to lure in men to their deaths. Like sirens, the creatures of the deep except witches kill their victims through sexual intercourse. My dad always told me i had very mezmorizing eyes. Maybe thats what made Jordan like me so much he died for me. The thought of me killing Jordan just makes me wanna cry but I'm so sad i just can't.