Authors Note: Hey reader! So my friends finally managed to convince me to watch American Horror story and I fell in love. Not just with the show, but with the oh-so-charming-and-psychopathic Tate Langdon. Although I managed to get through all of the series (in two days) series one remained my favourite. And of course Tate remained my favourite character. So here is my story. It features my OC because I like to live out my relationships with fictional characters through her! I really hope that you enjoy this and reviews are much appreciated.

p.s. sadly, I don't own American Horror Story or any of the characters except my OC and her family.

Character bio:

Name: Alice Effie Lovelock

Age: 15

Hair: dark brown with blonde dip-dye, full front bangs

Eyes: grey-blue

Other: freckles and glasses, always wears black winged eyeliner, always wears a silver nose ring in her right nostril. Very short and curvy.

Tate's POV

I stand at the window of my old room, overlooking the driveway. Pulled up were the new tenants of the house. Not for long. Ben and Vivienne have devoted their not-so-alive lives to keeping the tenants away from the "evil" of the murder house. The only evil is Hayden, I mean what a bitch. Violet thinks I'm evil though. I would do anything to have her back. Anyway, I turn to look ot of the window again. A short girl steps out of the car. She is dressed in a huge, grey sweater that she is wearing as a dress. It comes down just above the mid-thigh (when you're bored and lonely, you notice these things). She clutched a tie dye pillow and a blanket tightly to her chest. Following was a stony faced woman who was practically dragging a small young boy behind her. That brought back memories. That's when I hear the door open.

Alice's POV

We have nothing. Not anymore. Our boxes have already been delivered, the few that we have. This is the first time I have seen the house in person. We viewed it online. And now, all of a sudden I am standing in the dark hallway and watching the staircase loom over me. The price was too good to be true. The house had a dark past, many murders and deaths. I didn't mind that. I like a place with a bit of… character. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that I had to live here with my mother. Daddy dear dragged us out to America for his job and then he did fucked off with hiss assistant. Now I am stranded with my overly-emotional mother who tries to convince us all that our good for nothing father is coming back. Bullshit. He's not coming back and it's probably a good thing. However it leaves us with severely limited funding and therefore the inability to go back to England. That sucks because all I want to do is go back. I grew up in England, it's where I belong.

Without saying a word, I make my way up the stairs. I don't have the energy to talk to anyone right now. I chose my room online and my boxes are waiting for me. The walls were a deep teal. My mattress is on the floor, in the corner. I don't have a bedframe anymore. We didn't have the money to pay for another moving van so I gave up my bedframe and my favourite red velvet armchair and my brother gave up a box of his toys. My mother didn't give up anything. She was like that.

I unlace my old, purple Doc Martens and kick them off. I slide over in my fluffy socks to one of the boxes. It was labelled "Alice Music". I prise it open and pull out my laptop, headphones, microphone and my speakers. I set them down on my mattress along with my pillow and my blanket. Then I plug my iphone into the speakers. I scroll through my playlists nonchalantly until I find the old faithful Nirvana. I blast it loud so that I can drown everything out.

So did you like it? Tell me in the reviews please. I know this chapter is short, the first three will be as they are just introductions but I promise it'll get better and longer after that. This was just a bit of backstory for Alice. Also you will find out more about the whole music thing in the next cahpters. Anyway thanks for reading.