So. That new Asylum behind-the-scenes video got me all excited. Then I saw that there was a scene with Kit and Grace that looked sexually charged and I died a little inside. To solve my inner death problem, I am writing this story.

This is a present day AU, set in Boston.

I'm guessing Kit is around 26 or 27. He's crazy and was in an asylum for a year for killing his wife before he got let out.

Violet is in character (suicidal, loner), but her family never moved to LA. Her mother miscarried, but there was no Hayden. And she's 18. Legal for Kit to have his way with.

Kit Walker pulled into the driveway of his new house. It was small, smaller than the last one. But he didn't have anyone to share the bills with, and he was living off his savings until he could get a job. It's hard to get a job when everyone thinks you're a psychopath, but it was better to live poorly as a free man than be in jail. Thank god for the insanity defense. One year ago, he'd been committed to Briarcliff Hospital in the rural part of Massachusetts. It was the best mental facility on the east coast, but Kit hadn't wanted to be there. He didn't need to be there. He didn't kill his wife. But when Alma disappeared, he was the only suspect, and the evidence against him had been weak, but it was all the cops had, so he'd been found guilty. Years of therapy when he was young and numerous misdemeanor charges had made it easy for Kit to plead insane, so he'd gotten off with a year at Braircliff and when that was completed, a year of parole. His year in hell had finally ended, and now he was moving to Boston for good. Nobody knew him here, he could try to start fresh. Get a job, turn his life around. And lay low until his year of parole ended.

Kit walked into his new bedroom and stared at his single bed. He missed the king bed he'd shared with Alma. He missed Alma. But she was dead and he was alone. He had to deal with it. He'd done it for years, dealt with life alone. Until he met her. She'd been his soulmate. Until one day, she went missing, and her body turned up a mile away from the Walker house, rotting in the woods. Kit shook his head. No. He wouldn't think about her, not today. This was his fresh start. He was a new man. He turned to face out the bay window (one nice thing about his new house) and stared out into the yard next to his. His neighbors had a nice fucking house, big, modern. The yard was well kept. He wondered what they did for a living. As he watched, a girl wandered out of the back door into the yard. She was small, blonde, beautiful. Just the kind of girl to take his mind of his dead wife. She pulled a cigarette out from behind her ear and lit up, pulling smoke in eagerly. Kit's fingers itched for a cig. He hadn't had one for over a year. He wondered if maybe the gorgeous girl next door would give him one. As if sensing his thoughts, she locked eyes with him, eyes bright and curious. His insides felt like they were vibrating. He hadn't felt that way... Well ever. Not even with, what was that woman's name again? The girl next door looked away, yelled something he couldn't hear and jogged inside. He watched her shamelessly, watching the way her ass looked when she moved and wondering what it would look like with his handprint on it.

The doorbell rang as he was sitting down in the living room to watch tv, anything to distract himself from his thoughts. He groaned. Who the fuck could it even be? His family hates him, Alma's family hate him. He has no friends. He pulled open the door and his eyes widened. The girl from next door was standing on his doorstep, holding something in a casserole dish and smirking up at him. She had to be at least 5 inches shorter than he was, and skinny.

"Hi. I'm your neighbor, the one you were watching earlier. My name's Violet." She sounded amused, and he knew whe had to say something, and fast.

"Uhh. I'm Kit. I just moved in." He wanted to smack himself. Obviously he just moved in.

"I know. My mom made this for you, to welcome you to the neighborhood and shit." She thrust the dish at him and he took it from her, her hands lingering on his a moment longer than they should her.

"Thanks. It smells great." He smiled awkwardly at her. She lived with her parents. She was probably under 18, which made her untouchable. Shit.

"Are you gonna invite me in?" She smiled up at him, all sugary sweetness. Was she.. Flirting? He couldn't tell. But whatever she was doing was making his jeans uncomfortably tight.

"Uhh, yeah. Okay." She grinned and ducked under his arm.

"So why'd you move here?"

"Ummm, the cops thought I killed my wife so I got committed to Briarcliff for a year. And now I live here." He thought his honesty would scare her off, but it didn't. She just grinned wider. His pants got even tighter. Maybe she too liked the idea of sex and violence, pleasure and pain.

"Oh fuck. Did you do it?"

"No. I don't know who did."

She looked sympathetic. "That sucks. I'm so sorry." She touched his arm. Tingles spread through his body from the point of contact.

"It's okay. I'm getting over it, slowly."

She smiled again. "That's good."

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and her face drooped. "I have to go home, but maybe, tomorrow, if you're feeling lonely, we could do something? Call me." She scrawled her phone number on the back of his hand with a pen she produced from the back pocket of her skinny jeans.

"Yeah, I'd like that." He smiled at her. So what if she was underage? That didn't mean they couldn't be friends.

Violet smiled, soft and genuine. "It was nice meeting you, Kit."

"You too, Violet", he replied, grinning back at her.

Well?! What do you think?! I know that we don't know Kit that well, but hey. I tried. And I'm proud of this. I'll update over the weekend, or Monday.

Revieeeeew? ^-^