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Read My Mind (Trixya) - Candy For Children

A/N: Hey! So this is my first time writing a fic in a few years, but I had this idea and wrote it all tonight in a mad dash! I’m thinking I will probably write more of this at some point soon, because I am pretty happy with how it turned out. I’d love any constructive criticism, Hope you enjoy! Also this is a AHS Coven AU, but I play a little fast and loose with the rules of the universe.

Summary: Trixie is a clairvoyant witch, sent to study at Mrs. Charles’s Academy for Gifted Girls, where she meets another young witch named Katya, and sparks fly (no pun intended).

The train wasn’t like it was in the movies Trixie had seen. In them the train had always been a place for quiet, often solemn, contemplation. Lonely attractive people would watch as the countryside zipped past, and think about their broken hearts, or the difficult choices they had to make, or whatever else they had to think about that could fill up a two minute montage before the resolution of the film.

But unfortunately, the train wasn’t a quiet place for Trixie. It was boomingly loud. Buzzing with the “quiet” contemplation of the other passengers, and though she wished she didn’t Trixie heard every word. According to her mother Trixie was cursed with clairvoyance. That’s what she had said before sending her off to god knows where with nothing but a jam packed duffle bag, and her guitar. She had been taken from her home to the train by the woman who was sitting next to her, Ms. Monsoon. Ms. Monsoon said that Trixie’s abilities were a “gift” which was why she was taking her to Mrs. Charles’s Academy for Gifted Girls. Trixie didn’t buy that for a second.

Should I tell her I’ve been cheating? No Chuck, it’s not cheating if you only kissed. You know Nancy wouldn’t think of it that way.

The thoughts of the pudgy middle aged man sitting on the other side of the train car played through Trixie’s mind, and she shook her head trying to get them to stop. No sooner however after his had stopped did another voice start, this time female and coming from right behind her.

I’ll walk right up to her and say “No Mother, you can’t talk to me that way, I’m an adult now” yes that’s what I’ll do.

Trixie focused all of her energy into stopping the voices, and to her surprise, she succeeded. All was quiet. For about thirty seconds. Then she heard Ms. Monsoon’s voice. For a moment she didn’t realize what was happening, and she looked over to see what the woman was saying to her. That’s when she realized the red haired woman was not talking to her, merely looking at her.

Poor girl… They’re going to eat her alive.

Trixie snapped her head forward and rummaged through her bag. She took out the huge noise cancelling headphones, and plugged them into her phone. An hour later she was asleep, snoring fitfully to the sounds of Dolly Parton’s greatest hits.

“The academy was founded many many years ago, by then Supreme Ms. Rupaul Charles.” Ms. Monsoon smiled and looked at Trixie as they stepped up to the front gate. The school was huge, and white, with big white pillars and a wrap around porch. It was beautiful, but it made Trixie uneasy, like a angel statue at a cemetery.

“Supreme?” Trixie asked, tearing her eyes away from the building.

“The leader of the coven. The most powerful witch alive at any given time. The current supreme lives here at the academy, but I’m afraid she’s in Paris on business at the moment so you won’t get to meet her right away. But you have plenty of people to meet in the meantime!” Ms. Monsoon leaned forward and opened the wrought iron gate, and began to lead Trixie up the brick path that cut through the front yard. After opening the front door she turned, smiling warmly at her, and ushered her through the entryway to a grand curving staircase that appeared to be set at the heart of the building. “Up the stairs now darling, let’s get you settled in”

At the top of the stairs they were met with two long hallways that forked off, leading away from each other. Ms. Monsoon led them to the left. As Trixie walked past the rows of closed doors, she could hear little snippets of thoughts from within the rooms.

If we have lasagna for dinner again tonight I’m going to fucking scream.

You shouldn’t look at her like that, she’s almost twice your age, what’s wrong with you?

It’s not your fault, It’s not your fault, It’s not your fault.

“Earth to Trixie!”

Trixie was startled out of her, or rather someone else’s, thoughts, by Ms. Monsoon waving her hand in front of her face.

“Sorry, I must have zoned out a little.” Trixie said, forcing a little smile onto her face. They were standing in front of the last door at the end of the hallway.

“That’s quite alright, it happens to the best of us.” Ms. Monsoon replied, and then opened the door, “Most of the girls room in pairs, but due to your unique condition we all agreed it best you room alone. We wouldn’t want to add to any sleeping issues I’m sure you’re already having. There was a young girl with the same gift as you during my time at the Academy. Never slept a wink poor thing.” She smiled, and opened the door for Trixie to walk into the room. “I’ll leave you to get settled in. Dinner is at 7, we’re having lasagna, you won’t want to miss it.” The chipper woman smiled one last time, yanked Trixie into a hug, and then left, clicking the door softly behind her.

Trixie sighed and looked around her at the room. It was fairly sized, but stark and cold, and nothing like the warmth of the familiar cotton candy pink she had back home. Where she was used to clutter and posters, and pictures and stuffed animals, she was met with white, sterile, blank surfaces. The walls were white, the bed clothes were white, the drapes were white, even the floors were stained with a white wash. It reminded Trixie of the padded cells she saw in the shitty B horror movies she used to watch with her friends back home.

She decided however, instead of crying about her lot, she may as well make the best of it. After putting her headphones back on, setting ‘Islands in the Stream’ to repeat, and putting her guitar in a safe corner of the room, she set to work.

An hour later she sat on her bed and surveyed her work. It wasn’t perfect but it would have to do. A pink scarf covered her bedside lamp, basking the room in a warmer glow than before. The few pictures she had brought with her, polaroids of her friends and mom hung above her bed, and a few other scarfs were placed strategically around her room as if they were throw blankets or wall hangings.

For the first time all day she felt herself actually smile. A small smile, but at least this time it was genuine.

Not a second later Trixie was startled out of her thoughts when a girl suddenly appeared right in front of her.

The girl was tall and slender with big lips, sharp eyebrows, and blond hair piled on top of her head in a sort of half beehive. Trixie didn’t notice any of that though, she was too busy screaming. The girl looked on, unimpressed, as Trixie wheezed panicked breaths and looked between the intruder, and the unopened door.

“I was sent to bring you down for dinner… when you’re done screaming…” The girl said in a low droning voice and rolled her eyes slightly.

“I- uh- I, sorry.” Trixie stuttered, managing to calm down ever so slightly “You startled me.”

“It’s alright, I forgot you’re new. you aren’t really used to us yet huh?” She smiled, then turned and walked to the door, pulling it open and standing in the doorway. “We really should get to dinner. We don’t want to be late or there won’t be anything left.” And with that she turned and started walking.

Trixie stared after her for a second, before getting a hold of herself and rushing after her. “What you did back there, what was it? You just sort of appeared?”

“Transmutation. The ability to jump from place to place in the blink of an eye.”

“Is that something… all of us can do?” Trixie asked, excited at the prospect of learning to teleport.

“No.” Alaska said, then at Trixie’s disappointed look added “A few of the other girls have it too, so who knows about you. But I’m the only one with the power of Divination.” She smiled proudly and started walking down the stairs.

“Like in Harry Potter?”

The girl stopped and looked at Trixie as if she had just slapped a baby, “No. Not like Harry Potter.” She started walking again, “You’ve got a lot to learn Barbie.”

“Trixie.”

“What?”

“My name is Trixie.”

“Oh, well nice to meet you Trixie, I’m Alaska.”

“That’s an interesting name.”

“Yeah, my parents fucked in a Wendy’s bathroom in Wasilla, and 9 months later I popped out. So my mom thought Alaska was the perfect name. Cause Jenny or whatever would be too easy to explain.”

“I like Alaska, it suits you.”

“Yeah, I like it too.” The girl smiled and then stopped in front of a set of large oak doors. From the other side Trixie could hear the clamor of many different conversations. “You ready?”

Trixie’s eyes darted from the doors to Alaska and then back again. “Yes?”

Alaska nodded her head, “don’t worry you’ve got this.” she said and then pushed the big doors open.

The dining room was beautiful. All reds and browns, lit up by candles and a extravagant chandelier that hung above a large mahogany table at the center of the room. Trixie glanced around the room and counted 8 girls and 4 women sitting at the table, with three empty seats scattered about, two of which Trixie assumed were for her and Alaska.

Alaska pointed at an empty chair between a girl with sleek grey hair and Ms. Monsoon, she then went and sat at her own seat between a gorgeous blond and a girl with ink black hair who was glaring down at her food. Trixie didn’t particularly want to sit next to Ms. Monsoon. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the woman, she was perfectly lovely, and the type of person she would normally love to spend time with, but she kept giving her pitying looks when Trixie thought she couldn’t see them. And there was always something about strong personalities that made their thoughts the loudest. For the moment though it seemed her brain had decided to give her a break. She hadn’t heard a single one of Alaska’s thoughts during their brief trip from Trixie’s room to the dining room, and now that they were here all she could hear was the chatter of the witches sat round the table. She was confused, but as she took her seat she decided to enjoy it rather than think about it too much.

“Hi Ms. Monsoon.” Trixie said with a smile turning to the older woman, receiving a bright toothy grin in response.

“Hello Trixie! Get settled in alright?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“I know how hard it can be being the new girl.” She frowned and looked at Trixie with pity in her eyes, but then brightened up and looked past her to the grey haired girl, “Max was actually the most recent addition to the academy before you showed up. Been here, what two months?”

“Three months tomorrow.” The girl said with a smile and an accent that Trixie thought might be british. She was very pretty. Incredibly pale, with a perfectly circular beauty mark on her cheek. Trixie wondered if it was real. The girl was suddenly sticking her hand out for Trixie to shake. “Max Malanaphy, pleased to meet you darling.” When Trixie took the girl’s hand she stiffened a little, and her eyes widened. Trixie thought her hands must have been very cold, or sweaty, but then Max’s eyes darted to the only empty chair left at the table, and she let out a little giggle. A second later she seemed to realize what she’d done and said sheepishly, “Sorry about that, long day.”

“Of course, I understand” Trixie said, not understanding in the slightest.

Suddenly one of the women sitting at the head of the table stood up and began to address the room. “Ladies, Ladies, settle down. We have a new sister with us today.” The woman was beautiful. She wore a boat neck dress and her hair was in an impeccably curled updo on top of her head. “I’d like us all to go around the table and- Where the fuck is Zamolodchikova?”

“She wasn’t in our room earlier.” Alaska drawled.

The woman grit her teeth, “Goddamn it. Well, I guess we’ll have to deal with that when she gets back. We aren’t going to wait for her to eat. If the food is gone when she’s back then the food is gone she knows the rules.” The woman sighed “In any case. This is our newest sister Trixie. I want us all to go around the room and introduce ourselves to her. Alright? Can we do that without getting distracted” the girls all laughed and nodded. “Alright. I will start. I am Ms. Del Rio. But all the girls call me Bianca, because Ms. Del Rio makes me feel old. You’ve already met Ms. Monsoon, these two lovely ladies next to me are Mrs. Edwards, and Mrs. Royale.” She gestured to a grinning woman with curly brown hair, and a larger woman with one of the kindest faces Trixie had ever had the pleasure of seeing. They both smiled at her. “We are all teachers here, and we’ll make sure you leave this academy a competent and confident witch. Alright, Miss Delano?”

At the sound of her name a pretty round faced girl, probably a few years younger than Trixie perked up. Bright white teeth emerged from behind her charcoal lips. “I’m Adore.” She said smiling

“And what are you in for?” Bianca said her voice a friendly bark, causing the girls around the table giggle again.

“Telekinesis, that’s it so far. Most of the girls here can move stuff too though.” She smiled, but it wasn’t as bright as before.

“Don’t worry doll, you’ll get there.” Bianca said, and patted the girl’s hand. Adore smiled and blushed turning back to Trixie and smiling once more.

After Adore came a girl named Fame, who, just like Adore, had telekinesis, but could also resist the magic of any other witches, which sounded to Trixie like something that could come in handy. After Fame was Naomi who could control people with her mind, and do the same teleport thing Alaska could do. After Naomi came an oddly familiar face.

“Kim?” Trixie gasped

“I was wondering when you’d recognize me!” The round faced girl laughed.

“I barely did under all that make up! The last time I saw you you weren’t even allowed to wear tinted chapstick!” Trixie laughed and got up to run around the table and give the girl a hug, “I haven’t seen you since 5th grade! What are you doing here?”

“Well remember that pomeranian my grandma had when we were little? Gadget?”

“He peed on me three times, how could I forget?” Trixie laughed.

“Well this one night, my grandma was watching me at her house, and I accidentally fed him a snickers bar, because I didn’t know dogs weren’t supposed to eat chocolate. He died, and my grandma was so upset. I didn’t want her to be upset and I was so sad, and I was petting Gadget’s body while my grandma called the vet, and I guess I just brought him back to life? Turns my great great grandmother was a witch. Grandma thought that the stories were just stories, but then I happened. So the next day she convinced my mom to ship me here. And I’ve been here ever since.”

“Wow.” Trixie breathed, not quite sure what to say. When Kim had up and moved away out of the blue just days before the last day of fifth grade, it’s safe to say that ‘witch who can resurrect the dead’ was not one of the explanations Trixie had thought of. “That’s incredible. It’s so good to see a familiar face.” She smiled and hugged the girl one more time.

“It’s good to see you too, now go sit down and eat, you have more people to meet, we can catch up later.”

Trixie did what she was told, and looked to the next girl, still a little dumbstruck from Kim’s story. Next was the blond that Alaska had sat down next to. When she spoke it was with a heavy Australian accent, “I’m Courtney, I got sent here when my parents caught me making my teachers let me cut class with my mind.”

Trixie nodded and smiled, turning to Alaska who was discreetly putting something in her pocket, after a moment, Trixie realized it was a ziplock baggie filled with lasagna. “We’ve already met.” Alaska smiled.

Next was the black haired girl with the stern looking face. She looked up from where she was eating, and stared at Trixie. “I’m Violet.”

“What do you do?” Trixie asked with a smile, it was interesting to hear what tricks all the other girls had up their sleeves.

Violets eyes darkened “Don’t worry about it.”

The room went quiet for a moment, everyone clearly uncomfortable. Then, for the first time during the entire meal Trixie heard someone’s voice inside her head. She couldn’t be sure who thought it, but she could make out the words as clear as day.

Black Widow.

Trixie struggled to keep a neutral expression, “That’s fine,” she smiled, “I didn’t mean to pry.”

Violet offered a tight lipped smile, and then went back to stabbing at her food with her fork.

The next girl was Pearl, a blond who, when she slapped her own face somehow made Trixie feel the blow, “It’s called injury transference, but I like to say i’m a Voodoo Doll. Sounds more punk.”

“It’s not punk if you say it’s punk girl” Adore laughed from her spot next to Fame.

After Pearl was the empty chair that Trixie assumed must belong to whoever Zamolodchikova was, and then Max.

“And we’ve already met Darling.” Max said, and paused, “But I’ve got the sight.”

“Like, seeing into the future?”

“The future, the past, whatever the universe wants me to see.” She said with a flourish of her hands. A few girls around the table rolled their eyes, but it made Trixie laugh.

At that moment the phone rang, and Bianca stood up to go get it.

The girls ate and chattered quietly, until suddenly there was a clamoring at the front door. A whirlwind of plaid and leather stumbled into the house. Sprinting, yet still somehow tip toeing, until coming to rest in the seat next to Max.

The whirlwind was a girl. And boy was she something.

Trixie couldn’t take her eyes off of her. Sharp cheekbones and a sharper jaw line, full cherry red lips, and heaps of platinum blond hair that fell around her shoulders like drapery and rested against her chest. She was wrapped in a hideous combination of clashing plaids and seemed to be wearing leather pants, boots, and gloves, yet somehow it all suited her. When she smiled at the table, two sets of perfect white teeth revealed themselves, and when she began to talk, it was quick and in between heavy gasps for air.

“Sorry I’m late” a breath, “I ran all the way here, “a breath, ”I got caught up,” a breath, “at the pawn shop,” a breath, “Whats up?” She smiled.

“We have a new member of the coven” Naomi said, and gestured to Trixie, “This is Trixie.”

When the newcomer’s eyes suddenly met hers, Trixie realized she was still staring, and quickly averted her gaze.

“Hello Tracy.” The hello was long and drawn out, and it made trixie blush, “I’m-”

“Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova” Bianca’s angry voice came from the doorway.

“I was going to say Katya. Everyone calls me Katya.” The blond, -Katya- said with a wink in Trixie’s direction. “Yes Bianca?”

“Don’t ‘Yes Bianca’ me. You know what time dinner is. This is the third time this week you’ve been late. What’s your excuse this time?”

“I was at the pawn shop!”

“Doing what exactly.”

“I dunno, looking for stuff! I lost track of time. You know how I am.’

“Yes I do, but that can’t be an excuse any more.” The girls around the table all made ‘oooh’ noises. “Not helping ladies.”

“I really am sorry. It was an accident.” Katya said, and she did look genuinely sorry.

“I know it was, that’s why I’m giving you one last chance before the consequences start.”

Katya looked like she wanted to argue, but then cast her eyes down. “Yes mam.”

The rest of dinner passed very quickly, since the food was already gone by that point, and much to Trixie’s immense disappointment, she did not get another opportunity to talk to Katya.

Trixie went to bed before the rest of the girls. She had had a long day and she was tired. She had been lying in her darkened room for about an hour, unable to sleep, when she heard voices outside her door. She got up and crept to the other side of her room, and pressed her ear to the wall and listened.

“I can’t keep saving away food for you Katya.” Alaska’s voice came, slightly muffled, and sounding tired.

“I know, I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again. I won’t even go out tomorrow. I promise. Thank you though I- hold on. Did you- never mind thank you for the food. I’m gonna eat it out here, I know you hate food in the room.”

A sigh.

“Alright. Goodnight Katya.”

“Gnight.”

Trixie waited a few more seconds, but couldn’t hear anything else. She shrugged to herself and turned around, almost letting out a shriek when she found Katya sitting on her bed eating lasagna out of a little plastic bag.

“I knew I heard you listening in on us. Hear anything juicy?” The girl smiled, her bright red lips stretching to show her upper and lower teeth, in a smile that would have been unflattering on most people, but for some reason, not on her.

“Fuck. Can everyone here do that? And if so can they please stop doing it in my room?”

“Nope, just Alaska, Naomi and me.” She smiled, “And I can’t make any promises.”

“Can’t make any promises to what?”

“To stop using it to pop in on you. Not when you turn that cute shade of pink when you’re scared.”

Trixie blushed. “I wasn’t scared, just startled bitch!”

Katya laughed, a loud blast of noise, and put the last bite of lasagna into her mouth. “Alright Tracy, alright! I think you and I might just get along.”

“It’s Trixie. And please don’t put your shoes on the bed.”

“I know it is, Tracy.” She replied, and instead of taking her shoes off, or moving to sit with her legs off the side of the bed, she lifted her feet into the air and left them there, her body bent in half as if there were a wall to support her legs.

Trixie blushed again. She couldn’t seem to stop doing that. “Flexible.” She said, eloquently.

“So you noticed?” Katya smiled and winked. “Mom wanted me to be a gymnast before I went all Carrie. She thought I was the first woman in our family not to have the gift, but turns out I was just a late bloomer.” She took a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and stuck one in her mouth. It lit without her so much as looking at a book of matches.

Trixie gasped and went to sit down next to her on the bed, forgetting momentarily how much she disliked the smell of cigarettes, “How did you do that?”

“A little slow on the uptake aren’t we Barbie” Katya laughed, and then whispered “It’s magic.” and did jazz hands.

Trixie rolled her eyes and shoved the girl in the shoulder, “Yeah I assumed that cunt. It’s just, no one else talked about being able to make fire.”

“Well, that’s me, the little fire bug. Pyrokinesis. What about you? What do you do?” She asked taking a long drag from her cigarette and smiling up at trixie.

“I can hear people’s thoughts.”

Katya shot upright, her legs slamming down on the bed to the side of Trixie. “You’re clairvoyant? No fucking way. We haven’t got one of you yet. Okay mama, what am I thinking?” She stared deep into Trixie’s eyes, and moved so that her face was inches from the other girls.

Trixie was uncomfortable for a second, she was tense. Beautiful icy blue eyes stared into hers, and the mind reader had to fight not to get lost in them. That is until Katya’s thought rang through her mind.

Send nudes.

Trixie shrieked a laugh and pushed the other girl away from her. “You whore, oh my god.”

Katya was laughing too hard to respond, rolling around on the bed and flapping her hands about like some type of seal. Finally she caught her breath and sat up, still giggling a little. “You’re fun Tracy. After classes tomorrow we should hang out.”

“I could be talked into that.” Trixie said quietly with a little smile. And then neither of them were talking, and there was that tension again. Katya looked like she was going to say something, when her eyes darted up to behind Trixie’s shoulder. Trixie looked behind her, and sucked in a breath and grasped at her chest. Alaska had appeared behind her again.

“I really wish you guys would stop doing that. Just use the door like a normal person.”

“A)…” Alaska said “I’m not a normal person. And B) I did use the door. You two were just too wrapped up in whatever it was you were doing to notice.”

Trixie blushed, that wasn’t like her.

“Anyway…” the slim girl turned to Katya, “It’s almost midnight. You should really be getting sleep, because you know that Bianca is going to be hard on you tomorrow in class.”

Katya looked back to Trixie and sighed, “Yeah you’re probably right.” She winked at Trixie and said “Until tomorrow Tracy.” She then disappeared.

Alaska sighed and shook her head, then walked to the door and left through it like a civilized person.

Trixie laid back in her bed and looked at her ceiling thinking about what Ms. Monsoon had thought.

She was right, these girls are going to eat me alive.

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