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A New Kind Of Hell

Summary: Layla Bradshaw thought her personal hell was the worst thing she ever experienced. She was clearly wrong. *An alternate ending for my story How Soon Is Now? For Season 8 Episode 10. Please read with caution.*

Second part to be out soon!

Layla stared at the fireplace with a look of misery. She knew he would enter the bedroom any second now.

Just like he always did around this time at night. It was their bedroom after all. Layla hated saying that aloud, let alone think about it.

It had been about a year since Layla arrived at the Sanctuary. A year after Michael defeated the rest of witches from her coven at Outpost Three.

After breaking the identity spell Layla and the others were under, the plan was for Mallory, a fellow sister witch and close friend, to go back in time by attempting Tempus Infinitum. It was supposed to send her back in time to when Michael was his most vulnerable.

Mallory would have succeeded, had Michael not gained enough strength to defeat Cordelia at the very last moment.

Michael had managed to burn away Cordelia's soul before transferring her powers onto Mallory. Not long afterwards he killed the remaining witches, taking delight in killing Mallory and Myrtle in the same way.

It was exactly how he did with the witches at the academy before he dropped the bombs.

Among those who were at the academy were Layla’s friends Queenie, and Harper who was one of the newer and younger witches at the academy she was mentoring. Along with Orion her trustful companion, Zoe the girl Layla loved with all her heart, and Kyle the mortal boy who she equally loved.

The attack that happened at the academy had been brutal and thinking about it the lifeless bodies of all her friends (who she considered family) made her want to weep all over again. Zoe’s and Kyle’s death made her especially sorrowful. But everyone died in such a horrific way.

Queenie had been shot numerous times, and Harper died with a single gunshot wound to the head after helping provide a distraction for Kyle and her. Hey loyal friend Orion was forced into his cat form by Michael. He showed no mercy to Orion, who he considered a traitor after failing to hand over Layla to him.

Even being so close to the fireplace didn’t stop Layla from shuddering. She remembered what Madison had told her after she came from Michael’s childhood home. How his Grandmother Constance explained that he would kill animals during his youth, and leave them for her as gifts.

Orion was not spared from this and his death was very similar to the way Michael would kill animals as a child. Orion was skinned and then hung, left behind on the front porch of the academy for all to see. After Cordelia astral projected into the academy, she had told Layla and the others who managed to escape the academy attack about what she saw.

Hearing about Queenie, Harper, and Orion's deaths broke Layla...but as much as it deeply hurt reliving their deaths, it didn't at all compare to the heartache she felt for Zoe and Kyle.

Her dear Zoe had been shot in the head by the robotic version of Miriam Mead, and Kyle...her poor Kyle got his heart ripped out of his chest by Michael. His death was by far the worst out of everyone at the academy and that was saying a lot. Michael hadn't eaten his heart...but instead stomped on it until it was nothing but a bloody unrecognizable mess on the floor.

And soon after that Michael burned all of their souls from existence.

What made it worse was that Layla at the time had been pregnant. It certainly wasn't planned, and at first she had doubts about having the baby. What kind of person...no...what kind of mother would she be bringing a baby into the world when her coven was at war with the one person who could cause the apocalypse?

That didn't seem right.

However, Layla's mind began to change after telling Kyle and Zoe.

Kyle had been ecstatic at the idea of having a baby with her and Zoe...the girl was over the moon. Layla was going to have a baby and they were going to be a family.

Sadly that dream never came to be.

When Michael found out about Layla’s pregnancy he was far from happy. His anger was shown with the horrific way he left the coven.

Layla herself managed to escape his hold but he still left his mark within her...or better yet...he left his mark within Tessa. What he ended up doing to Layla hugely affected her pregnancy.

The blood Michael forced down Layla's throat was the reason why her pregnancy went from being normal to abnormal, and was the reason why Tessa aged almost as fast as he had.

Despite having Michael's blood within her, Tessa was not at all like him. She was the complete opposite. She was very much like her and Kyle. Oh, how she looked so much like Kyle.

It really made Layla wonder why she never connected the resemblance when reuniting with Tessa again at Outpost Three. But that of course had to do with the identity spell she was under. Despite being under the spell, Layla had felt an instant connection with the young girl. Needless to say when Cordelia and the others arrived, Layla and Tessa didn't at all want to be separated from each other again.

But unfortunately they were.

Layla thought her heart couldn't break anymore...but she was wrong. It was the deaths of her remaining sister witches at Outpost Three that was her breaking point. Everyone at Outpost Three had died except for Layla and Tessa.

They were the only ones left standing. And as much as they wanted to keep fighting Michael, they simply were just too weak. Tessa had exhausted herself to the point where she was bleeding furiously from her nose and was close to losing consciousness.

Layla had thought they were done for, that Michael would end them too. Except she was left in complete shock when Michael offered her one last chance. A chance for her to be by his side...like he had always wanted. Layla almost said no but then she saw the hard stare he’d given Tessa who’d been leaning against her side for support. His stare was clearly saying what would happen to her daughter if Layla refused his proposal like she’d done so in the past.

Scared for her daughter’s life, Layla finally accepted.

And away she went with him to the Sanctuary.

This was now her life.

Layla jumped a bit from where she stood, her previous thoughts faltering when she felt arms wrap around her waist. She hadn't heard the bedroom door open but she knew who those arms belonged to. Her stomach dropped when she felt him bury his nose into her hair, taking big whiffs. She was quick to pull away before his hands reached for her chest.

When she turned around she saw Michael with an unhappy expression. No doubt it was because she had stopped him.

"My love, it's been a year now and you have yet to accept my touch." Michael took a step forward and caressed her right cheek. To his disappointment and annoyance, Layla reacted by putting more space between them.

His annoyance, despite wanting to keep it in check, emerged.

Michael lowered his hand as he stared at her with fiery eyes. "I've given you more than you deserve, don't you think? That daughter of yours is still alive because of me." He spat out, his irritation growing from mentioning Tessa.

Layla lowered her eyes. She felt his anger bubbling and as a result her own anger began swirling in her stomach.

Yes, but you're also keeping her away from me.

Ever since arriving at the Sanctuary, Layla only got to see Tessa once a month during their monthly visits. One day out of the month (a day of Michael's choosing) they would get to spend time together. Just one day. It was unfair but what did Layla expect when accepting Michael's proposal?

Tessa would be safe but there would be a catch. There was always a catch. Layla was just lucky she got time to be with her daughter. She knew how much Michael despised Tessa. His hatred for the young girl had to do with who her father was, who she looked a lot like. Her father. With her curls, facial similarities, and even personality. If Tessa had looked more like her it might’ve been a different story...but alas the now thirteen year old took more of her father's features than her mother's.

During the rest of the time when Tessa wasn't with Layla, Michael told her she was being watched over. Supposedly anyways. Layla had trouble believing that. But whenever she asked how Tessa was doing her daughter always jumped away from the question.

Her daughter did this as a way to lessen her worries, but if anything it just increased them. Every time their monthly visit came to an end both Layla and Tessa cried. Neither one wanted to leave but they knew what would happen if they put up a struggle. So after every visit came to an end, Layla would give Tessa a hug and a forehead kiss.

Michael calling out her name caused Layla to look at him again. She could see the impatience on his face. She realized she hadn't answered him yet. The angry side of her wanted to lash out. To yell at him for all the suffering he put her through.

This wouldn’t be wise though, so Layla composed herself. "No, I know you have. And I am thankful." She wanted to vomit after saying that. "It's just..." She paused, unsure on how to end that sentence. Her anger was being replaced with anxiousness now.

"Just what?" Michael asked, narrowing those unique colored blue eyes at her.

Those eyes...those damn eyes.

They were beautiful but their beauty didn't fool Layla enough to forget who he was, and what he'd done and could still do. Layla swallowed the lump in her throat. "I'm just tired is all. It's been a long day."

Michael's eyes lost a bit of their intensity. "Then come here, let me help unwind you." He offered one of his hands to her.

Layla shakily accepted his hand, too afraid of how he’d react if she refused him. Her fear worsened as he led them towards their bed. The same bed they slept in night after night since her arrival to the Sanctuary. After that atrocious ceremony he called their ‘wedding.’ Layla would never call it that...but that's what it was to him.

It was one of the conditions Michael made if she wanted to continue seeing Tessa for their monthly visits. Layla accepted despite the dread that came with now being married to him. She knew what followed after the wedding. The consummation.

To her relief nothing venereal happened between them. Michael surprisingly had shown her mercy in that area. He’d given her space, but tonight felt different. Something told her that thing she’d been avoiding doing with him was finally going to happen tonight...and she was scared shitless.

Layla had only ever been intimate with Kyle and Zoe. She viewed sex as something special, and only ever wanted to do it with them. No one else. The thought of having sex with someone else made her feel gross.

Her stomach churned when Michael sat her down at the edge of their bed. He sat behind her with his hands massaging her shoulders. That didn’t calm her down.

"You're stressed out." Michael whispered into her ear. She could practically feel his smug smile as he spoke. "That much is expected when you're Queen."

Queen.

Layla almost scoffed at the term. She was no Queen. She never thought of herself as royalty, and she never would. She was only Queen because Michael wanted her as his, to be beside him in this dark mess of a world he created. Layla hated it...but she had no choice. She had to think of her daughter.

Tessa was the only person she had left. Everyone else she cared about was gone. Layla's blood ran cold when she felt Michael place a kiss on her cheek. His shoulder rubbing came to a stop, opting to kiss down her neck.

Layla tried moving away. "I don't―" Michael pulled her closer, causing her to cease her talking and looked at him with wide eyes.

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Would you like me to pay a visit to your daughter then?"

The way Michael spoke wasn't harsh but Layla knew the real meaning behind it. She shook her head, tears formed in her eyes at the thought of him hurting Tessa. "No, please don't."

Michael moved, his hands cupping her face. "Then kiss me, my love."

With revulsion twisting in her stomach, and hatred swimming in her blood, Layla kissed him. Aside from disgust and anger, she felt absolutely nothing at the feeling of his lips on her. She had to stop herself from causing a scene once he pushed her down on the bed.

What Michael felt for her wasn't love. It wasn’t like the pure love Layla felt for both Kyle and Zoe. No, what Michael felt for her was an unhealthy obsession. He wanted her because he couldn't have her, (despite the deal her grandmother had made) and he did everything he could to get his hands on her. He killed the people she loved and cared about.

Kyle, Zoe, Cordelia, Myrtle, Misty, Queenie, Madison, Mallory, Coco, Harper, Orion, and her best friend Elijah. Even her mother and her low life of a father were gone.

Everyone in her life was dead except for Tessa. Her daughter was all Layla had left now. Layla didn't want to lose her. Tessa was such a sweet girl, and who deserved better after the life she had after being separated from her. Layla would do anything to ensure her daughter's safety.

That’s what she kept repeating in her head as she laid under Michael to be claimed by him. His clothes had long ago been discarded, while he bunched up her white nightgown to her waist.

Her reaction was a wince and a yelp when Michael finally entered her swiftly. A few minutes passed and the uncomfortableness and overall pain didn’t decrease. Her eyes welled up with tears the longer this awful act lasted. She suffered not only from the physicality but because of the immense guilt she felt.

I am so sorry, Kyle and Zoe. Layla thought to herself, brokenhearted. She suppressed a sniffle as Michael continued to move above her. His thrusts picking up speed, never faltering.

I have to do this for Tessa. She's all I have now and I have to protect her.

It felt so wrong, and Layla didn't want to do this but she had no choice. She did her best to keep quiet as a couple of tears slid down her face.

Michael tried kissing her on the lips, but she quickly turned her head to the side. If he’d seen her crying he made no comment on it. He changed tactics, still moving inside her as he kissed down her neck until he reached her breasts.

It took a lot of effort for Layla to stay, her arms by her side when he began pulling down the front of her nightgown. She couldn't help but scrunch up her face in revulsion at the feeling of his lips on her breasts.

His kisses and bites on her bosom did nothing to soothe her. Not like the kisses Kyle and Zoe used to give her. Layla decided to just close her eyes as this went on. She tried putting mental distance between what was happening to her. Her mind instead went to happier memories.

Memories with Zoe and Kyle. Memories of the whole coven. Memories to a time where Michael had not been a part of her life. Back to when she’d been happy in the coven with the others, her family. It helped for a bit but thinking back to all those happier times eventually made her sad, remembering that none of them were alive.

She let a cry out of sorrow at the exact moment Michael made a deeper, harder thrust. He mistook her cry as one of pleasure, and eagerly thrusted hard again. His lips found her own and pressed down hard on them.

Layla opened her eyes again, but quickly looked up at the ceiling. She didn’t want to his face while he was practically eating her mouth. As this happened she experienced regret, guilt, and a heavy amount of sadness.

Those three emotions were overtaking her. Michael, however, was too overjoyed at the action of being inside her that he hadn't noticed her distress. Or rather he didn't want to.

Michael finally had Layla where he wanted her, and he wasn’t about to let her slip away. It felt like hours to Layla before Michael let out a loud disturbing growl, finally sated enough to pull out of her. The mess he left inside made her whimper.

Layla whimpered at the mess he left inside of her. She wanted to get up and shower to get his scent and feeling of him off of her. But her whole body ached and the area in between her thighs hurt a lot. She never felt this kind of pain when she’d been with Kyle or Zoe. Sex with them had been soft and meaningful, even during their more passionate moments.

Sex with Michael was tortuous, his needs more important than her own.

Layla turned to her side, away from his view. Her eyes widened again when Michael wrapped an arm around her. She cried silently at the feel of his member pressing against her rear.

Michael twirled a piece of her hair with his free hand, pressing kisses behind her neck. "My precious Layla, we are finally one now." He softly told her, moving his other hand to rest on her stomach. After what occurred between them her stomach would soon become heavy with his child.

A wicked smile grew on his face at the images of a heavily pregnant Layla appearing in his mind. She was finally going to have his child. The child that she should have had in the first place instead of that good for nothing child Layla had with that mortal boy.

Tessa.

The girl's name left a bitter taste in his mouth. No longer wanting to think of that mistake of a girl, Michael put a bit more pressure on Layla's stomach with his hand. His fingers spread on her skin, drawing her closer to him.

Layla's skin felt warm against his own. Michael liked to think it was because of the being that was soon to grow inside her. He couldn't wait for the moment she found out for herself.

Layla, on the other hand, was not in a good emotional state. Her body ached as did her soul, She wanted him to leave so she could cry her eyes out without him there to see. But of course he stayed to watch the aftermath of his coupling with her.

Being with Michael was worse than the personal hell she experienced with her father when she did Descensum during the Seven Wonders. It wasn't the same kind of pain, but it still felt like hell to her. She actually would’ve preferred her personal hell than to be intimate with Michael ever again.

Layla ended up crying herself to sleep that night, not caring that Michael was there to witness.

Michael's hold on her remained until the following morning. Layla’s pain, both emotional and physical, didn’t go away when she woke up and she didn’t think it ever would.

#how soon is now #layla bradshaw #michael langdon #ahs coven #I fixed it lol #ahs apocalypse #alternate ending #part two will be out soon hopefully #oc

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