The late night hours approached as the abundance of twinkling stars adorned the lucid nocturnal sky.

Lana couldn't be more proud with herself and the success she achieved in the last days especially after filming with her crew the documentary that peaked with millions of viewers in less than 24 hours and now...the article about the ill-famed priest Father McKenzie who fled in attempt to evade the authorities' questions and investigation just a day after the documentary aired on the television. She wanted to open the viewer's eyes. To behold the reality. To figure out the sole truth that predominated. Not only about the abominations behind the demolishing Boston's shame walls, moreover about the infamous juvenile man of the cloth.

She has just put to sleep her own son Johnny, wrapping him up warmly in a cotton blanket. The ambitious, persistent journalist had just took a fresh, hot shower and changed herself in convenient pyjamas, hugging her slender body.

Once she left the bathroom and had dressed up herself for bedtime, the brunette went up to the kitchen, drinking a last glass of fresh, cool water just before going to bed. The moonlight illuminated partly her spacious, snug kitchen, seating on the chair in the left end of the kitchen table, watching out the window at the other tall facades.

The middle aged lady took a deep breath after sipping some water, relishing the night's tranquility, sending shvers down her spine of pleasure and spiritual peace. She hasn't been in such peace for a long time. Further, she hasn't experienced such an amorous, serene moment especially spending it by herself since Lana left Briarcliff.

Little did she know what awaits her tomorrow. The mere stuff like every day. Paparazzi, fans of her and journalists crowding her compact, howsoever, luxurious apartment in the morning on her way to work. Nevertheless, Ms. Winters opted to eschew from them as much as she could, scarcely delivering them a commentary on their questions and comments. Whether they were controversial or just ordinary ones.

A handful of hours ago after she came back at home and paid the babysitter of her son for looking after him, she received a phone call by one of her old friends Kit, discussing together about her one of the most successful days ever in her journalistic career.

Flashback

A few hours ago

"Sweetheart, aren't you hungry?" Lana enquired her son who seated on the edge of the queen sized bed, reading a children book, his hands occupied with being wrapped around the book's covers. Johnny couldn't take his eyes off the interesting book that grabbed his attention instantly.

"No, Mommy! Nana had already gave me a chocolate bar." The young boy explained plainly, in the interim the single mother leant down as she kissed his forehead, her chestnut eyes shifted to the book pages, peeping what literature he was reading in this moment.

"Oh." Lana gasped as she couldn't oppress the smile that rapidly grew on her fresh, still youthful face. "It looks like nana is spoiling you." She said mockingly.

"Not at all." He answered dryly as Johnny couldn't resist the smile that loomed across his lips, meanwhile Lana sat alongside him, glancing at the book as her warm, reassuring chocolate eyes were darted to her little angel.

"Alright! Do you like the book?" She posed the question affably, drastically changed the topic switching it from Johnny's babysitter to books.

"Yes, I do." He said through a snicker, omitting from his throat.

"Oh my, baby boy!" Her hand managed to stroke his dark hair, running her fingers delicately through the short locks of his hair. "It seems you have found some kind of an activity that entertains you."

A faint smile distort across his thin, infant lips, shifted his eyes to his mother's soothing, affectionate gaze. He didn't know what to say else.

"The reading is very healthy hobby, you know?" He weakly nodded, agreeing with his mother's exclaimation. "Good! Not only you expand your imagination, highlighting it in a way you just frame it and see the things, but also...let's not forget your vocabulary is improving more and more. Just keep reading books and you will become one day an intelligent, well-scholarized young man with a bright future. I assure you." She dangled an arm around his shoulder, pulling him an embrace as he folded the book, leaving it aloof on the bed, relishing Lana's loving, secure arms thrown around his frail skeleton.

The hug didn't last for long as shortly after they broke it off, taking their time to admire one another's eyes and shining smiles.

"All you need is to believe in yourself and never give up, Johnny! Believe me, honey!"

All of a sudden, the phone rang as it came from the hall. In this moment, Lana justified herself as she walked away from the bedroom, walking up to the ringing phone and picking it up as the earpiece was behind her ear, grasping it in her petite, smooth hand. As an addition, she was completely unsure who was currently disturbing her. Whether a fan, a colleague of hers or at last but not least, a friend of hers.

"H-hello? Who's calling?"

"Hi Lana!" The masculine voice was ideally recognizable for the reporter.

"Oh, hi Kit!" Lana stated gleefully through a faint chuckle. A grin nascented across her plump, rosy-coloured lips. "How are you?"

"I am well, thanks. How about you, Lana?"

"Great. I shall tell you something delighting if you don't mind at all."

"I'm listening."

"If you have watched Briarcliff Exposed and have read the newspaper article about Father McKenzie, published by me," The aspiring journalist paused as she pretended to clear her throat as Kit insisted to keep on. "you won't believe how many people are aware of his scorpio stings."

"Oh. You achieved such an immense success, Lana. Of course, I watched it. I couldn't be kore disgusted by the conditions they live in."

"I couldn't be either too. It's all his fault and that's why I exposed this place and wrote the article about him. The police will look for him and guess what?"

"What's it?"

"He will be enquired and enquired. And thanks to the documentary, and the article," The brunette paused as she inhaled leisurely, sensing the glee has overtook her and her being. "the police will begin to look up for him." Consequently Lana cackled.

"Congratulations for your success! I hope this priest get whatever he deserves. The fate will be his retribution."

***

In the direction where Father McKenzie aimed to drive for Salem, was enveloped in the envelope of the mystic death and shadows lurking and hiding opulent secrets.

Furthermore, it didn't take him a long time to drive from Boston to Salem since these small cities were approximately close. He still listened the music via the radio station as he restlessly drove through the asphalt, surrounded by gothic and common houses in one of the Salem's neighbourhood. It brought him nostalgia once Alexander arrived in his birth town.

The last time when he was in Salem was actually when he was an young adult and before to leave for Boston, factly, he preferred the recognition which he gained as apriest, besides to depart from his family and live independently.

He had partly wonderful and partly aghast memories in the same time. The man of the cloth had spectacular childhood and youth memories, whereas, on other hand, some of his memories were blurring his happiness, shrouding them to resurface in his mind and not conceal his smile.

While he was driving and driving effortlessly, restlessly, the juvenile priest relished the music's rhythm and lyrics altogether.

"How many times...Have you gone before And how many times...Have I forgiven you once more...Never had to wait..." Elton John sang inside the car's background, filling the atmosphere with ataraxis and relief.

As soon as he parked somewhere in Salem's fields past the cemetery's tall obsidian fence, he stopped his car as he didn't have galore alternatives.

First and foremost, Father McKenzie knew right away his family were already asleep after ten o'clock in the night. He didn't want to bother them in the middle of the mystic night. Second of all, the single opportunity he had for now until the next morning was to sleep in his car like a tramp. And lastly, he felt much safer in the small city of Massachusetts where no one almost know him except his family.

"Like I waited for you...And here's to the next time...Here's to the next time..."

Alexander turned the car radio off as he enjoyed the nocturnal hush, jingling sacred hymns in his ears. He plainly blinked.

He has determined himself to join Salem's church more than the persecution that crucially bothered him in Boston.

***

It was passing 1 o'clock in the wee hours of the morning. The children were already deeply asleep in their room whilst Jude struggled to fall asleep. On the contrary it was obnoxious for her to wait for Timothy to dismantle the piano as he verged to finish it in a matter of minutes.

Timothy was listening music in lower decibels via the radio in the living room, while he was occupied with the piano. The background music composed him though he missed Jude's soft and warm skin, mouth-watering lips and the romantic and sultry touches they mutually shared.

The former nun just rolled her eyes as the oblivious thought of Timothy's absenting presence crossed her mind. She looked out the window at the beauteous night sky with the glistening stars, arrayed variously. She laid as she wore nothing but her black satin nightgown under the heating cotton blanket. 

***

Once Timothy finished with disassembling the piano in the living room and drank a fresh, lukewarm glass of water, he towered upstairs as he opened the bedroom's door as it creaked, inflicting irritating sound as Jude's hazel eyes drifted up to the opened door as the former monsignor stepped in the room, an inspiriting smile stretching across his lips, closing the door behind as Jude couldn't stifle an alluring smirk across her lips, her unkempt wavy golden hair ruffled on her pillow. In her hazel eyes glistened dew of lust, love and desire. 

"I am sorry for my delay, sweetheart. But I have just finished with the piano." Timothy apologised like a schoolboy as he commenced releasing himself from his daily garments, negligently tossing them on the floor as Jude was watching him like a ferocious beast, her smirk glowing in the dim light bedroom as the night lamp by her side was only the source of light. 

Instead of contending with him as he expected her grousing, she spoke softly, temptingly: 

"No need to apologise, Timothy!"

When he was about to unzip his slacks as Jude scrutinized him carefully every action of his, she commanded:

"Take them off but not the boxers!" 

A mischievous grin bloomed on his face as once he was finished, he walked up to the king-sized bed, unwrapping Jude's covers. She dangled her arms around his neck as he pinned up her, his knees rubbing against her creamy ones, pulling him as their faces didn't part a single inch from each other, their lips crashed vigorously, his stronger arm wrapped around her shoulder as his other hand was stroking, playing with her soft honey hair. As soon as they deepened the kiss, relishing in it, Timothy's wet tongue maneuvered Jude to open her mouth, giving an access to her, their kisses growing more aggressive like savage animals, his fingers tangling in her curly strands, whilst his other hand pushed up her negligee's hem up to her chest as she ran her delicate, adroit fingers through his dark chestnut hair. In the meantime, her abdomen, legs and breasts were fully exposed and stark. 

She nibbled his bottom lip as they emitted soft, sensual moans, his lips transmitted from her lips, gliding slowly through her milky skin of her jawline until it peaked to her neck, peppering it with feather, gradually fierce kisses and nipping the sensitive skin of her neck as Jude's moans and groans of pleasure diffused in their love nest like radioactive waves and his hand pushed up the spaghetti straps of her silky slip, depriving it off her shoulders as it pooled her wrists. She clutched shut her eyes, groaning in pleasure. 

Then he moved his lips from her neck to her erected nipple as his other hand pawed her other breast, whilst his other hand snaked around the pooling slip around her shoulders, stripping it off utterly from her head and flinging it on the head board as they sunk in the mist seas of their passion and erotica. His moist tongue circled around her areola, his lips parted her hard nipple as he nibbled it with teeth as his other hand rubbed and squeezed her other breast.

"Oh my fucking God!" She couldn't handle anymore since her folds were already soaked and she yearned for already aroused manhood to fill her core. Meanwhile she moved her hands from his head to his shoulders, pulling him off as she craved for his luscious lips on her as he snaked his arms around her tiny waist. "C'mere!" She ordered possessively as he did what she said. 

He pressed his lips on hers as her hands moved up to his boxers, her legs wrapped around his waist as she dragged down them as his hard manhood sprung up, poking her hip as she giggled in his lips, during their lustful kiss, shut their eyes and initially she ran a forefinger, indicating his cock as he swallowed hard, afterwards starting to caress his length and squeezing it as groans omitted from the top of their lungs, breathlessly. Jude was tremendously impatient to feel his length inside her. Not just in a matter of minutes. She hankered for it promptly. 

"I can make you feel real so good, baby boy!" She muffled a whisper as her warm breath brushed his face as her other hand moved up to her core, her middle finger rubbing on circles her hard clit. 

It wasn't necessary his response at all. His toned chest rubbed against her stark, round breasts as he sensed underneath his torso her erected nipples as it aroused the both former faces of the church. His crouch tightened even more once her passionate cries and dirty talking prevailed. In the meantime, their tongues began dueling against one another as they deepened the kiss, whereas she positioned his cock inside her core after fingering her clit and she sensed his length inside her, filling it as they withdrawn their faces, in case, to look at one another's face, admiring each other's facial features.

"You are incredibly handsome..." She paused as she grunted sultrily under her breath. "...Urgh! Hot!" Jude winked gamely at him as their eyes darkened as he commenced thrusting inside her reluctantly.

Their groans and moans in unison paddled in the room as the bed sheets wrinkled, their hips grinding along, whilst Timothy positioned his both hands on her hips and Jude's smooth, petite hands were snaked around his upper back, digging her nails in his skin, raking it as his thrusts behooved more frequency and potent.

"Oh fuck! You're feeling so good inside me. Please don't stop!" The blonde begged as her breasts bounced up and she tightly closed her eyes, enjoying the prominent moment. She couldn't refrain herself from using strong language.

"You are so tight, Judy!" He yelped huskily. "Oh, God!" Timothy couldn't oppress the words that snuck away from his mouth.

Their sweaty bodies were pressed against each other as Jude removed one of her hands from his back as she cupped her breast, kneading it as her palm jammed her erected nipple. She adored when he was using such a language while making love to one another. It triggered her horniness and her folds soaking, longing for his manhood and pleasure. Further, their climaxed approached as the final passionate cries fulfilled the room with erotical, romantic atmosphere. Their silhouettes reflexing on the opened up velvety curtains as their love making was a masterpiece. 

"Ohhh! Ohh, yeah. Fuck me more, darling!" She pleaded importunately.

"Oooh, honey!" Then he planted his seed inside her core as they achieved their climaxes at last, his darkened chocolate eyes darted to her impassioned look on her face with firmly shut eyes like windows. "Oooh, my sexy beast!" He grunted as his head collapsed on the nape of her neck, his chin resting on her shoulder, the rosy aroma of her hair reaching his nose. 

"My love!" Jude panted merely, her hands cupping his face, tilting his head as she pursued for his lips and eyes, kissing lightly, seconds before falling asleep due to their hectic love making. She genuinely appreciated whenever Timothy complimented her and vice versa.

"I love you, my rara avis!" 

"I love you!" They stared at one another's eyes with abysmal passion and desire in the same time, his toned chest pressed on her breasts and small belly. His hands transported from her hips to her shoulders, gently massaging them as his fingertips worked on her flesh. 

To be continued...