Helloooo! I really appreciate if anyone even opened my story, and I'd appreciate even more if someone bothered to read this. There may be some typos, but I've tried to write everything correctly. Just, please, don't kill me if there are some typos! Anyway, yeah, this first chapter is going almost like it went on the actual episode. Enjoy!

Tate's POV

"What do you want?", I yelled to Violet, stil holding the knife against this new guy's throat. Why was she telling me not to kill this boy? I was doing this for her, so that she wouldn't have to be alone. I mean, yes, of course she had her family - but she needed someone. She needed a boyfriend, too. She opened her mouth, and let out those five words that broke my heart - I mean, even more than it already had broke.

"What I wanted was you."

Was. I was what she wanted. I wasn't anymore. I turned to look at her, and saw the tears glossing her eyes. She was crying, again. Again because of me. I kept on hurting her, time after time. I was breathing heavily, before saying anything. She looked at me, waiting for me to say something.

"You told me to go away", I said to her. My voice was shaking, I was always so goddamn vulnerable around her. She just stood there, staring at me, and I could see the pain in her face. I was in pain too. Not physically, but mentally.

"Yeah, but I never said goodbye", she said, and I froze. What? What did she mean? Is she going to take me back?

"Come let me say goodbye", Violet said. I slowly pulled the knife away from that guy's throat, and moved my hands off him. I could hear him catching his breath, but little did I care about him. Violet was the only thing I cared about in this room. I took few steps, until I was in front of her. I just looked at her for a moment, and then gently kissed her.

She tasted so good. Her lips tasted like peppermint, or something like that. She moved his hand to my cheek - God, it felt so good. Everytime she touched me, she sent chills down my back. We kept on kissing, and I felt like everything inside me started to gather together, piece after piece, I almost felt complete. I was complete with her, no one else could ever make me feel the way she did. She changed me. Before her, I was the darkness. You could almost say, that I was the devil himself. Oh yes, I did have that dark side in me, still - but Violet really changed and saved me. I'm not saying this just because I want her to forgive me. No, I'm not talking bullshit. She is the angel from my nightmares.

I heard how the teenager who I had almost killed a moment ago, ran out of the room.

It took about five seconds, when she pulled herself away, and said those two words that tore me apart.

"Goodbye, Tate"

I was standing there alone.

Every piece that was gathered together inside me just a moment ago, started to tear down to pieces again.

How can she do this to me? This is already the second time, she leaves me. Yes, I'm already dead, I've done terrible things, for example raped her mother - but goddamit, as unbelievable as it sounds, I have feelings too. It didn't took long, when tears already started to roll down my cheeks.

I hate love.

Violet's POV

I was playing with Beau in the attic, when I heard something. It was Tate's voice screaming something, and I was pretty sure that it came from my... well, it was now the new guy's, Gabe's, bedroom. I turned to look at Beau again, and he understood that I needed to go. I descended the ladders as quick as possible, and walked quickly to the room.

I saw Tate holding a knife against Gabe's throat. What the hell was he doing?

"Tate, no", I said, and I saw how his body quivered a little when I entered the room.

"Put down the knife, Tate", I said.

"I can't. I'm doing this for you", he said. Well of course he had to use the "i'm-doing-everything-to-make-you-happy" card.

"I couldn't save you", he was crying. Why did he always have to cry? Why did he always have to look so vulnerable? It wasn't making my decision not to forgive him any easier.

"It's my fault you're alone", he sobbed. Oh my god. I wasn't alone.

"But i'm not alone. My family is here now", I told him. I was still looking at him, I was confused - did he actually think I wanted Gabe?

"That's not enough! You need someone", he said with a shaking voice.

"Not him", I said.

"Well what do you want?", he yelled. He was now angry. I can't believe this. Why did he had to act like he didn't knew what I want?

"What I wanted was you", I said with a broken voice. He was everything I wanted. Was. I was attracted to the darkness, and so was Tate. Until I found out he is the darkness.

He turned around slowly, and was taking deep, quickly breaths. His eyes were full of tears. I hated to see him cry, even though it kind of made me happy to see that he still had a heart.

I was just staring at him, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

"You told me to go away", he finally said. I felt like my heart was being stabbed hundreds of times with knives. I did told him to go away. And it was maybe the worst thing I've ever done in my life. You know that feeling when you take your sick pet to the vet, just so that the doctor can end it's life, and just before the needle goes under it's skin, it looks at you with the saddest look in it's eyes? Yep, telling Tate to go away was fifty times even more terrible.

"Yeah, But I never said goodbye", I told him. It was true. I yelled at him to go away - I didn't say goodbye. Because I wasn't ready. If I would've said him goodbye that same day, our goodbyes would've been even more terrible than what they're going to be now. I would've just yelled at him, blamed him for everything and told him how much I hated him. Great way to break up with your boyfriend, huh?

"Come let me say goodbye", I said. Now it was time. Now I was ready.

As ready as possible. Are you ever ready enough to say goodbye to the person you love the most in this world, but at the same time he's the worst thing ever happened to you? No, I don't think so.

He finally let go off Gabe - poor Gabe, he had to listen to two, dead teenagers talk about their love life. He's so going to need therapist after this bullshit. Such a shame my dad isn't alive anymore, either.

It didn't took long, when Tate's lips were already pressed against mine. His lips always made my knees go weak. I'm hopelessly in love with a boy who raped my mom, is a father of my little brother and killed shitloads of people. How fucked up am I?

We kept on kissing, and I opened my eyes - just for two seconds, to look at Gabe. He was looking at us, and I bet he was in shock or something. I mean, I sure would've been if I was him. He understood the look in my eyes - I was trying to tell him to get the fuck out of this house as soon as possible. I knew my mom and dad, Moira and some of the other ghosts were doing their own business to make Gabe's parents shit their pants.

I pulled away of Tate, and looked at him in the eyes. Our foreheads were still touching, when I had to say the words that I really didn't wanna say.

"Goodbye, Tate"

And I was gone.

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