Author's Note & Disclaimer: I don't own American Horror Story, or the characters, but I do own the fanfiction idea so please don't copy or repost my story - it sucks to do that :( I hope you enjoy and review!

AHS Cult [Ally x Kai]. Rated M for violence, adult themes and language.

1. Let Him

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The clock on the wall was driving her insane.

"Ally Mayfair-Richards, have you been neglecting your medication again? You know that terrible things start to happen when you do that. Your mind is like a Pandora box, who knows what may come out if you leave it open. You have to keep the lid on your box closed, Ally."

She opened her eyes and saw him, right there in the dark bedroom. Somehow, Dr. Vincent had taken up her mother's body and it made her leap into bed. Her mother Lana was actually dressed up like a clown with a ghoulish mask, she was hiding inside the corner of her bedroom lurking, watching over Ally's every step.

"Go away!", Ally screamed and fled downstairs.

Her heart was pounding but she knew this was a hallucination, it has happened before. She opened up the fridge with a dry mouth, thirstily searching relief. The iced tea ran liquid cool against her burning lips.

Her skin was cold, beaded with sweat. The knee long black satin slip felt scratchy like wool against her body.

Driven by medications, her brain had shut itself down and turned her memories into fragments. Ally hated that, she liked to hold the reins of her life firmly, but recently they seemed to be slipping out of her control, she was afraid that nothing made sense anymore.

A door screeched on its hinges downstairs making her freeze; she placed a hand over her mouth to muffle a scream.

Ivy didn't come home that night after seeing the video of her lusting after the babysitter.

Her wife made a final decision about their marriage, she also took Oz away with her. People had boycotted the Butchery on Main after Ally has accidentally murdered Pedro.

Her whole life seemed to be falling apart, she had never felt more stricken with loneliness. She would actually rather give into to the madness for good.

Sitting in the huge comfy sofa in the living room she covered up herself with a blanket until the trembling of her limbs subsided.

As she sat in the dark, she started to feel a little better. She never feared the dark as opposed to any other phobia of hers, darkness gave her peace.

She thought of him- the only one who seemed to be on her side- the man with blue-colored hair and dark, crazy eyes with even darker circles underneath.

I told you I'd take care of you and I did. His words resonated in her ears.

His voice soothing and he smelled like the woods. Ally managed to pick up his scent as he leaned through the car window that day he had saved her from the raging mob outside the Butchery.

"Who are you and why won't you leave me alone? Why won't everyone just leave me alone?", She asked herself out loud in the reigning silence.

It was bizarre that her thoughts went in the direction they did. Who cares about an asshole anyways, she shrugged it off.

A couple of minutes more passed before she's calmed down. The glass of tea was replaced with a glass of wine.

After the second filling, Ally was gaining her strength and seemed to come to her senses.

Knock, knock.

The sudden sensation of fear was overwhelming, she felt it in her veins, her heart started to flutter as if it belonged to a doe.

Again she stood up in the empty house, the glass almost slipping from her fingers as she hesitated a few minutes not making a sound, hoping whoever the night visitor was would go away. It was probably the crazy neighbors anyways.

Three other rapid knocks at the door and she had to give in. Suddenly her fear was replaced with anger. She just wanted to be left in peace, the fatigue from the last couple of weeks was killing her taking her sanity away, piece by piece.

"I'm coming! Who is it at this godforsaken hour?"

The annoying clock upstairs struck midnight in reply.

Ally slowly approached for the door but reconsidered taking the kitchen knife with her this time. She, after all, refused to be called crazy.

Swinging the door open, the young woman's blood froze inside her veins.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am..Miss.I'm in great need of assistance."

Ally wasn't ready for the late night visitor. Feeling protected by the railing on her door, she let herself get mad.

She hated the guy. He didn't do her wrong in anyway, except for the spilled latte, but the last person she needed to see right now was him.

He was unsettling and confusing, with his mysterious dark glances and revolutionary blue hair and it was almost hilarious to her, that he was standing right there with his hair in a bun, trying to run some kind of political bullshit on her.

One thing people didn't know about the person, about the Ally that lived under the layers of anxiety, and stress and her irrational fear of clowns was that she was a born fighter.

And the fight was only getting more intense for her these days so Ally had to regroup all of her vital force to strike back. Everyone was the enemy.

"Listen, asshole, last time I checked decent people didn't knock on strangers doors in the middle of the night," Her face, so poised on other occasions, was now distorted into a sardonic smile trying to mask the anxiety," I would like you to get off my property", the door was almost slammed in his face.

"No, wait! Please, I actually need your help! Look, I would really leave you alone after that."

It was not the order she was taking from him but rather the tone of his voice, humble and obedient making her open the door again to see the crimson blood gushing out a cut over his stomach. It was dripping over his black shoes.

"Good God'', She mouthed the words, for a moment forgetting how awkward his appearance at her door was.

"But why won't you call a medic? Shall I do it?", Ally asked, mistrust still clawing into her.

The blue-haired stranger seemed to be shaking and for the first time she took a glimpse of his face through the metal railing of her door. It was pale, distorted, his black eyes gleamed as if they belonged to a sick man.

"Miss. I would be happy if you did that but by the time they're here I'd be bleeding to death. I need a bandage and to lay down before I crash, just let me in. Meanwhile you can call the police, the medics or whomever you want!", His breathing was getting raspy indicating his body was indeed struggling.

The woman bit her bottom lip, mulling her choices over as he was speaking.

Ally could hear the ancient clock ticking upstairs in a metaphorical way, tick-tock, measuring out as the blood was leaving his body.

She didn't know much about saving lives but she could help save his; the karmic duty of having taken a life was dreadful.

"I guess I will."

"Thank you."

When the woman finally unlocked the railing, Kai almost stumbled over her. The pain from the cut seemed severe if she judged by his expression and his weakness didn't allow him to carry himself.

"Just hold onto me," She quickly suggested without giving it much thought.

Supporting the weight of Kai's body onto her shoulder they both succeeded in reaching the sofa where she put him to lay down on the blanket she used to cover herself earlier with.

Ally scurried to the bathroom and took some bandages from the first aid kit. Removing his shirt she got the cut cleaned from the blood, sprayed the wound with antiseptic then bandaged it over.

Kai quietly laid down as she did her nurse work on him, he seemed to be slowly slipping away from the amount of the blood he'd lost.

"There," She finally announced, "This will help the pain, but most importantly we stopped the blood. I think you'll live."

Ally helped him to a pill from a vial he pulled out of one of his pockets and handed him a glass of water to swallow with.

A swift movement of his hand and a heartbeat skipped separated the moment from him gripping on her arm with a force she thought he didn't have left in him and made her gasp with surprise.

Kai pulled her down to his face so she could hear him, she was taking in his breath he was so close.

"I always knew you were stronger than your fear, Ally. That's why I chose you," His eyes pitch black as the night outside stared at her a moment, then moved down to her lips." You have a beautiful mouth, Ally. I would like to tell you what I've imagined doing with it."

The way his tongue curled around her name while pronouncing it, like a blasphemy to God, made her shiver.

Before she could think of reply, he pressed his cold lips against her own and kissed her.