Hey Guys!
This is a teaser of a new story I'm working on, one to get rid of all my Third Person Feels. (TPF)

It's an AHS story, Tate/OC. This is a story about a girl, her brother and sister in law who buy the house the morning before Violet and company, thus never giving them the chance to live in the murder house. So, basically Season One Rewrite. It Definitively won't be an OC insert, trust me.

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Emery Reed sat in the back seat of her brother's crisp new Prius, a purchase that was the result of Emery's sister in law, Charlotte. Charlotte was pristine, gorgeous, and quite frankly piss tired of Emery.

Of course, that wasn't something Charlotte would ever admit to either of them, Although Emery already had a good grip on her sister in law's feelings for her. Emery couldn't even really blame Charlotte for it. She was a train wreck, and with a shitless personality that nearly caused Charlotte to not marry Ryan. And if Charlotte had known she would be on a permanent road trip down the coast for dear Emery, she may have opted out of dating Ryan completely. But, now that the knot it tied, nothing would cause Charlotte's christian upbringing to divorce.

Except for maybe, 'The Murder House'. Charlotte could see why it appealed to the deranged teen so much, Emery had nearly murdered her father months before, thus springing this much needed move.

Emery claimed that it was a good enough of a reason to stab her father, the fact that he had let her mother die. But to Charlotte, Emery was as good as damned. And yet, Ryan loved her out of the bottom of his heart. Charlotte couldn't see why, but maybe some time during those therapy sessions, He learned more about his sister's mental status more then what Emery ever showed Charlotte.

When they arrived at the so called 'Murder House', Emery jumped out of the forsaken Prius as if it was on fire. She stretched her whole body, doing a few yoga posses she had learned in the psychiatric ward. Charlotte scoffed at this as she got out of the passenger seat, looking at Emery in disgust. Emery had shed her sweaters on the ride, and now all scars were visible on her wrists, making Charlotte cringe.

"Put a sweater on, Ems." Ryan said politely to Emery as he got out of the car and came around to the passenger side. Emery groaned at this, hating the idea that her brother felt the need to hide her past from everyone. She however did as she was told, but when they approached the house she quickly rolled up the sleeves.

Ryan knocked on the door, his other hand wrapped around his gorgeous wife, Charlotte. Emery was behind the sickeningly cute couple, wishing she could gag. The door opened and the ginger realty agent.

"Welcome!" She said politely, showing a stiff and forced smile. Ryan and Charlotte smiled back, which Emery simply nodded to her acknowledgment. "My name is Marcy, and I can not wait to show you around the house." Marcy opened the door, letting Charlotte, Ryan and Emery into the old house. "It's a classic L.A. Victorian house, built around 1920 by the doctor to the stars at the time." Marcy began, as she led the trio down the hall. "It's just fabulous. These are real Tiffany fixtures. As you can see, the previous owners really loved this place like a child. They restored everything." At this Charlotte cringed.

"We are considering living in a house owned by gays?" Charlotte hissed quietly yet viciously to Ryan, who gave her an apathetic look while Emery scoffed.

"Homophobe." Emery muttered under her breath as she pushed past Ryan and Charlotte, to hear more about the house.

To be frank, Emery was already sold on the house. The moment they got into sight Emery just knew this was the house to live in.

"Do any of you cook?" Marcy asked as she led them into the kitchen. Emery smiled, making sure her brother was in view of this iconic smile- a smile he hadn't seen in months.

"Yes, I like to bake." She Emery said as she looked around the refurbished kitchen lovingly.

Ryan saw this smile, a smile that no doubt be used later as a bargaining chip to get this house, and smiled at his sister, patting her on the back. A smile was a smile regardless of the motives behind it, and after these long months he was just happy to see some expression of emotion that wasn't anger.

"You said there was an office too?" Ryan asked, diverging his attention to Marcy. She smiled and nodded.

"You're a psychologist, right?" Marcy asked, causing Ryan to nod.

"I was hoping to work closer to home, to be with my wife and sister." Ryan explained, reaching his hand out behind and grabbing Charlotte's who shared a loving smile with him at the gesture. His other hand, which was still resting on Emery's shoulder was shrugged off by her.

"Can I look around?" Emery asked, looking from Ryan to Marcy. They both nodded, Marcy giving a more hopeful nod, desperately hoping they'd take the house.

Emery took no delay in looking around after she was nodded out. She slowly walked up the stairs, enjoying the sound of hardwood floors underneath her converse. The house felt alive to her, and something about that concept made Emery feel more alive than she had in a long time. She slowly walked down the corridor, looking into the opened rooms but not fully investigating them yet. No, she'd do that later, when the house was officially theirs.

And she was going to do everything in her power to make sure it would be.

Emery finally made it to the final room on the second floor, the bathroom. She smiled when she found it, an actual genuine smile. It was white, reminding her vaguely of her time at the psychiatric ward. But it also had a gorgeous large white footed bathtub. Emery carefully got into it, laying herself down inside of it.

She closed her eyes and sighed, totally content.

"Emery!" Ryan yelled, startling Emery awake. She glared at the bathtub faucets at the sound of her brother yelling, but made no delay in getting out of the tub and running to the stairs to reply. After all, she'd need to be on her best behavior if she was going to get the house.

"Yeah?" Emery replied loudly as she made her way down the stairs. Once in view of Ryan she was sure to smile.

"What do you think?" Ryan asked just as Emery approached the final step.

"I love it so much." Emery replied, quickly looking behind Ryan to see Charlotte still talking to Marcy in what appeared to be the living room.

"Doesn't it give you this weird sort of vibe?" Ryan asked, only to get the response of Emery's glare. "Yeah, Charlotte is a little concerned." Ryan explained further.

"This house makes me happy, Ryan." Emery explained, expression growing darker. "Do you not want me to be happy, Ryan?" Emery continued. "Do you want to drag me to some lifeless house so I can live a lifeless existence while you're around, and slit my throat on the lifeless rug while you're away?"

Emery knew she struck a cord in Ryan with that. He quickly shook his head no, and turned his body half way to look over at Marcy. "We will take it." Ryan said, causing Emery to smile and Charlotte to frown.