"Good evening, Valerie!" The younger woman wore a coy, reassuring smile across her lips as she greeted politely the red-haired woman, her shoulder propping on the door frame. In the interim, the Russian-American lady just gaped in awe the brunette as it was oblivious to her she knew her name from somewhere.

"Good evening...eh...May I know your name?" Ms.Volkova stuttered as she felt somewhat embarrassed in Sally's presence as the both women didn't know one another and it was far from usual somebody to bother her in the middle of the night.

"I am Sally Whigham. It's nice to meet you, Valerie." Sally extended her hand as they handshaked, subsequently giving one another genuine smiles, locked up eyes together.

"Valerie Volkova or on shorter Val."

"What a beautiful name!"

"Thank you, Sally! Might I ask you from where do you know...my name?" The housekeeper placed a hand on her chest, pointing at herself when she emphasized with vaguely louder voice tone.

"Oh, it's simple. I am friends with Judy and Timothy even the twins." Meanwhile, Sally earned Valerie's bemused as she arched an eyebrow. Conflicting emotions and feelings predominated in the Russian-American. First and foremost, she was blissful that Sally was friends with the Howards. At last but not least, it was eerily questionable, in fact, the younger lady knew a bit about Valerie via Jude and Timothy as she has heard diversity of nice things, spoken about the housekeeper.

***

After the single mother let the oracle enter in her house as she introduced herself to the former cop, Valerie seated next to Frank as Sally sat on the left armchair.

"Would you like a drink, a cigarette...or with something to treat ya?" The hostess inquired hospitably as she sipped her beer from her beer can as the both older adults eyes were darted to the bizarre woman, clothed in Boho style garments.

"Just a cigarette, please." The brunette accepted one of the offers that Valerie suggested to welcome warmly her unknown guest.

In the meantime, Valerie left the beer can as she picked up the cigarette pack, taking an unaltered cigarette, extending her hand as she handed it to Ms.Whigham, liting it up for her and thanking her cordially, consequently taking a puff off its nicotine's length.

A sheepish smile crawled on Frank's face as he glimpsed at Valerie, thus, shifting his winter blue eyes up to the odd lady as he has already finished with drinking his beer. As a piece of evidence, an emptied to the edge can sat on the coffee table.

"So, for what do you want urgently to talk about, Sally?" Valerie questioned enthusiastically.

"I came here to inform you about our "favorite" priest where's gone, if you are thinking he just vanished," Sally paused as she took a drag off her cigarette, omitting razor-thin dim from her vaguely trembling lips and tender nostrils. "in the thin air." She furthered as she scoffed the former head of Briarcliff though Valerie and Frank's ineluctable, inward chuckles escaping their mouths.

"Oh really? From where do you know?" Frank posed the question self-consciously as he earned Sally's goofy facial expression.

"Oh come on, Frank and Val! I know everything. I am an oracle. It's obvious." A vigorous snicker rambled out of her plump, fine-drawn lips. "Well, It seems I am going to spill the tea since I am the only person in the room where's his current residence."

"Do you think he's somewhere in Massachusetts?" The maid stammered in velvety voice.

"Of course, he's. But no where except his birth city." Once the oracle spelled the last words, Frank instantly recalled the introduction of the new monsignor in the nuthouse when he used to be a patient. "Salem!" The both older adults couldn't oppress a fixed look with widened eyes on the younger woman especially the maid herself.

"What...is that the reason why he left Boston?" Valerie asked cheekily.

"He did." A smirk curled up in the corner of the strange woman. "To defy the authorities but guess what will happen to this man of the cloth sooner or later."

"He will be arrested?" Frank opted to guess, reclined on the sofa.

"Exactly! Moreover, the worst awaits him since his downfall is a fact when Lana exposed Briarcliff, the horrors inside and most of all, his grim past and secrets he has stored inside him."

***

Flashback

31st of October, 1964

"You are a murderer, Judy. You're a murderer! Murderer! Murderer!" The nun gaped with widened eyes down at the possessed young man, calling her out loud after some graphic, explicit flashbacks of her gloomy past framed her as a the woman she used to be back fifteen years ago. Her mouth was agape, panickingly dumbfound after hearing Jed's honed words, stabbing her throbbing heart in her chest.

Fortunately, there was no one especially Timothy nearby to hear the word "murderer" which Jed addressed to the former promiscuous nightclub singer.

"Shut up! You shut up! Shut up! Liar!" Jude cried out desperately, smacking a handful of slaps across the boy's face once she was on the bed's right side, clutching firmly her teeth, ferociously boiling blood in a vicious cauldron filled with venom, ashing her face with unusual anger as she was undeniably quick-tempered.

"Hit me harder, you old whore." The teenager carried on to taunt the middle aged sister of the church.

Whilst Jude was struggling to deal with the disobediant, possessed young man who still mocked her with his deep, fiendish voice, Dr. Azarova and Timothy re-entered the ward as the middle aged doctor went up to the left side of the bed, coping with the boy and the demon, dwelled in his frail skeleton, whereas the young priest grabbed his right hand by the shoulders, dragging her hastily off the room as quickly as possible, in spite of her bland prattling. Timothy, himself, peculiarly cared about his rara avis and loved her to bones as it was unconditionally evident when he was struggling to get her out of the ward as soon as possible before it was too late. Well, Jed Potter was important issue right now. But not as much as Jude's safety and mental condition after her belching flares, escaped her lips.

Dr. Azarova was newly hired doctor in Briarcliff as she was considered as a veteran in her own profession, factly, she has contended with opulent patients, whether unhinged or unable to prevail a physical disease.

"That's right, Father, protect your whore." Timothy ignored the smitten adolescent's scoff as the diabolic laughter swam in the room.

"Don't listen to it!" The monsignor clarified Jude, pulling her away from Jed as her wimple fell off her head, fortunately Timothy caught it. A mane of silky golden curly waterfall cascaded down her upper back, framing perfectly her angelic face, vaporized in ruddy tingle. Timothy was focused on rescuing the former nightclub jazz singer though the rosy aroma of her hair reached his nose as it wasn't left unnoticed as well.

"That's right, Father, protect your whore. It's you she thinks of when she touches herself at night."

"You're a liar!" The woman of the clergy retorted, whilst the both pious faces of the church verged to flee off the room, exiting the eerie scenery, whereas she wriggled in Timothy's grip as his arms snaked circa her waist, grasping it.

"Oh,yes. Protect your whore." Jed carried on with his daredevil game though Jude and Timothy were already out of the ward like if the young man has never spoken such flabbergasted things.

"Cover yourself!" The priest encouraged his favorite sister as she bowed her head, pushing her dangling curly locks out of her face, closing her eyes as she felt vulnerable.

"I was weak." Jude sobbed reluctantly.

"I'll purge the demon myself. Go, be with the parents. Go." Timothy emboldened her as he wrapped an arm around her back, opting to comfort her as much as he could, despite a task clamantly awaited him the next door.

The nun listened to him as she did docily what he told her lastly, while Timothy was more than decisive to purge the demon himself, who resided his body. He re-entered in the room with Velika.

Jude was all alone in the lurking somber hallway of the madhouse. Left with her own thoughts and prejudices. She murderously craved for somebody to comfort her and feel a warm, strong hand on her shoulder, telling her the things will be sorted. Most of all, she craved it from Timothy. To feel the warmth of his body, clinged to hers. Or to be, rather in his arms, sensing the safety, affection and warmness which brightly contrasted her eyes' sparks of fear, anxiety, cold-blooded unsafety and fatigue glistened in her two hazel pairs, inflicting her identity as she was infected with them all over again.

"Little piggies, come out to play." The possessed boy kept on to tease when the priest held the rosary beads up, earning Jed's gaze.

"Oh Lord, Jesus Christ."

After Timothy's prayer, the lights started flicking in the institution, as Jude continued to pray, holding her rosary beads.

"Do you want to know what your whore says when she touches herself, Father?" Jed asked as the monsignor was rather focused on the exorcism, trying to rescue the possessed young soul though he ignored the young man's question.

It was obvious how Jed knew that Timothy loved deeply so much Jude though he hadn't revealed to her directly, besides he was curious about her feelings towards him.

Dr. Azarova was busy, checking the teenager's heart pulse as she was on other side of the bed, while Timothy carried on with the prayers as Mr. Potter's words were particularly ignored as his voice was desert.

"Oh, Timothy. Please, don't stop!" Jed imitated Jude's moans with his abysmal, diabolic voice. "Oh yeah! It feels so good, Timothy!"

Little did he know was it true what the young man said as he was more than horridly embarrassed after hearing the demon speaking to him such impure things. What the Monsignor wanted is actually his secret crush on Jude not being spread as a word all over Briarcliff or otherwise he and Jude were endangered to leave the church. As an addition, Timothy preferred to hear those moans from Jude as he can already imagine the impure scenery between them, her lips trembling as passionate cries escape the top of her lungs, shouting out loudly embarrassed his name with blushed cheeks and tightly shut eyes.

"I am coming, Timothy!" Jed continued to mock the young priest as he moaned in Jude's voice, chuckling vilely as he observed his reaction.

Meanwhile, Timothy allowed himself to glimpse at the brunette who was focused on the young patient, hopefully relieving himself as she didn't note his reaction to Jed's words at all.

"There's no more time for prayers, Monsignor."

"His heart can't handle it!" She kept on.

"Help him! Help him now!"

"Help me sedate him!"

Timothy intervened as he held Jed down whilst Velika injected the syringe into his arm. The priest looked up at the crucifix above the small bed, seeking strength as soon as the teenager growled and yelled. The light smashed in the room as it panicked the both adults as they ducked to protect themselves from the shattered lightbulb.

A small amount of froth formed in the young man's mouth, subsequently he began to shake violently as it resembled a seizure.

The exhausted nun watched through the small iron door's window the exorcism process when Sister Mary Eunice snapped her out of her thoughts as she warned her urgently about one of the inmates' is in the cordiac arrest.

Instead of responding to the younger nun, she opened the cell's door as she noted, being convinced that Jed won't survive as he was experiencing a heart attack.

The both nuns witnessed the final seconds of the young man's life, while the Monsignor prayed. "May the lord who frees you from sin save you and grace you."

Meanwhile the middle aged doctor gave the teenager's motionless body CRP.

As Jude and Mary Eunice watched gloomily, Jed let out a sudden gasp, sitting down. He collapsed back on the pillow as Velika gave him CRP again, counting every beat as Timothy's prayers.

"He's dead."

Jude looked at as Timothy looked up at her. An abrupt creaking sound of falling crucifix from the wall, sourced a click on the stone floor. Meantime, the monsignor whose stare was focused on Jude, fell backward on the floor as his brittle skeleton landed on the cold stone floor as the 3 adults' fright awoken in them, due to the flump.

"Father?" Jude murmured whilst Velika rushed to the younger man's helpless, immobile body.

***

When all patients were already in their wards, getting extra night sleep after thr occured aware, Jude paid a visit in the infirmary to see the vulnerable monsignor, who was still recovering though he wasn't the same again. Furthermore, the middle aged nun spoke with Jed's parents, delivering them the piece of information about the woe that yielded as they couldn't be more desperate over their son's loss.

Jude stood on the right side of the bed, supervising the priest who experienced an accident a few hours ago. Moreover, she wasn't alone as Mary Eunice accompanied her tutor as their eyes were filled with grief sparkles, reflexing what they exactly felt for the man of the cloth who unexpectedly accepted the evil to dwell up in his body.

Judy and Mary Eunice couldn't be more lucky than if either of them fainted after the young boy passed away as his heart didn't handle anymore everything. They were endangered victims to faint, the demon settle down in their bodies.

They have been in the infirmary for a quarter an hour, praying for Timothy and his soul and talking about him.

His motionless body was blanketed in a white cotton blanket, his eyelids shielding his eyes against the artifical light that dimly illuminated the hospital room. The both women's eyes were fixed on the unconscious holy man, mutually whispering to each other.

"I hope he's alright." Jude said softly, throwing back her head.

"I hope either too, Sister." The young, innocent nun replied in return as she lowered her head forward. "I am praying for his soul."

The older holy woman nodded her head as she gasped idly.

All of a sudden, they noted he was stirring up, rubbing his eyelids with his fists as he gasped blandly which startled the both sisters as they renounced to emit a high-pitched scream, sailing in the infirmary.

"F-Father?" Jude and Mary Eunice stammered at once as they casted a wide-eyed look, airbrushing their faces.

"Oh." He scratched uneasily his head after coming to his senses.

"You are awake. I am so relieved." The older blonde evoked sternly and concerned in the same time. Inweaved  feelings and emotions were colliding. Mix of compassion, affection, concern and distress predominate generally.

"W-what's going on, Sister?" Timothy inquired timidly, his cold lips ticked aversingly.

"You had an accident!" The unsullied sister responded.

"I fainted during the exorcism?"

"Yes, you did. You should rest now, Monsignor."

"No, no! I am obligated to run this institution with you, Sister." Timothy protested as his words were aimed directly to Jude.

"You mustn't move! Your rest is important as I can take the responsiblity whilst you have a tight sleep, Father!" 

"No, you cannot leave me there! Mother Claudia..." The restless, juvenile priest persisted mulishly until Jude cut him off.

"Don't worry about Mother Claudia, Father! You'd be better be resting now and wake up fresh and recovered." Mary Eunice offered the slightly older man a guiltless smile, creeping on her fresh, youthful face as the other nun forewarned, walking up to the infirmary's door with her protege. "See you on the morning!"

Timothy just released a dissatisfied sigh as the both sisters of the church left him to rest for the night without hesitancy. Jude was beyond concerned especially if it refered her to Timothy, Mary Eunice, Frank or anyone with whom she gets along, regardless the circumstances. She didn't want to bother the priest who has chosen her as his right hand anymore for tonight as shortly after leaving the infirmary, she wished good night to her favorite nun and some of the staff, eventually returning in her office, getting rid off her rigid wool conservative gown of the church as she bluntly tossed it and crawled into the bed with her bloody red negligee which she wore it rarely especially during the special dinners with Timothy, swanking herself, factly, she was a nun and the truth was the ecclesiastical faces of the church were forbidden to use cosmetics. Nonetheless, Jude was amidst the fewest holy members who were exceptional and she wanted be actually and feel beautiful, disregarding the hallowed rules and laws. 

To be continued...