Disclaimer. I do not own any AHS. This is simply for fun. I don't write much but I have the second chapter already lined up. I just want to see if this first chapter gets any views. I've worked hard on this one, please let me know your thoughts.

Chapter 1 Unforgiving

It had been 3 years since the last tragedy at the "Murder House." Ben, Vivian, and the other ghosts were still playing their part in keeping suspected buyers away. Anyone who did move in didn't last more than two weeks before being scared to the point of running out of the house and never returning. That is, all of the ghosts except Violet. She keeps to herself. in her room, only talking to a select few: her mom and dad, sometimes Moira, and on rare occasion, Beau.

Beau was a kind, pure soul. She spent the most time with him They rarely talked, which is why she enjoyed his company so much. She didn't have to talk. She just had to roll a ball back and forth and it made him happy, which in turn made her happy.

One day, mid- October while Violet paid her usual visit to Beau, he actually spoke up.

"W-where's... Tate?" He slowly formed his words as he forced his mouth to move in such an alien way. His usual vocabulary was only a few words which consisted of "play with me," "yes,"" "no,"" "please,"" and ""thank you." Besides that, She had never heard him speak. This day though, was different.

"What was that?" Violet stared at him, wide-eyed in shock, not only because he was actually able to say something other than his usual speech, but because she hadn't heard that name in almost three years.

"Where's Tate ?" He repeated with more ease this time, giggling to himself proud for saying something new. "I don't know Beau..." she admitted solemnly as she reminisced on her last conversation with Tate. "Do you miss him?" She figured that since she spent so much time up here, she didn't give Tate much time to spend with his brother. He couldn't be around when she was ever since she told him to go away, he had kept that promise.

Beau nodded, looking almost sad. "I'm sorry" she apologized. "I should go, it's getting late." Violet got up to leave, but he grabbed her hand. When Violet stopped, he put his arms out. It was his way of asking for his usual goodnight hug. Her eyes softened as she smiled. She took his hands and lead him to his bed, giving him a hug, she turned around and walked out of the attic.

Back in her room, Violet laid down in her bed, thinking about her short but meaningful conversation with Beau. He missed his brother, and she missed him too. She was still mad at him, what he had done was unforgivable. But that still did not fill the emptiness she'd held inside for the past three years. Tears started to form in her eyes, and she blinked them away as she turned over. "This is stupid" she mumbled to herself.

She stood up and walked outside to the brick wall where she normally sat to smoke. Even dead, she still enjoyed the nicotine. She felt that it was what kept her sane in this hell hole. It was dark outside and unusually quiet for the LA streets she lived on. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she thought about Tate, something she hadn't allowed her mind to think in a long time.

She thought about the time he had given her a painted black rose, the first flower a guy had ever given her. She reminisced on the times that they would just sit up in her room playing Go Fish, and the time he saved her from the psychopaths that tried re-enacting the deaths of the two nurses. Those, and so many more memories rushed back to her, when he had kissed her scars, held her while she cried. And then, the hardest memory of them all, the night she had killed herself. She made out a point to never forget that.

"He did everything he could to save me" she thought to herself. "Why? Why would he do that?"

She took one last drag of her cigarette and flicked it away. Walking back into the house, she went into the basement, remembering that there were some left over books from the first owner of the house abandoned there.. She was only able to glance at them when grabbing something for Moira one day, but she thought she'd take another look at them..Having read all the other books in the house, she was bored and needed something new to get her mind off of this place.

Making her way through the depths of the basement, Violet wasn't as scared anymore. Now that she was already dead, what else did she have to lose? Finally in the back of a dark stone room, she found the bookshelf that she was looking for. Pointing her flashlight at the titles of the decrepit books on the shelves, she stumbled upon one that caught her eye:

AFTER LIFE. She scoffed at the old dusty book."How fitting a title for this situation." Violet spoke to herself. Opening the book, she started to skim the pages until suddenly she heard a noise coming from behind her. She spun around with her flashlight.

"Hello?"She spoke loudly. But no one answered.

Hands reached out from behind her, covering her mouth and throwing her up against the wall. Dropping her flashlight, she could vividly see a silhouette of the twins holding her arms down and the man from the group who tried killing her and her mom covering her mouth.

Violet tried to scream but it was muffled by the hand that was covering her mouth.

"Shut up." one of the twins said.

"Yeah, ever since your parents started this trend of scaring people away before the rest of us can play, we can't have fun anymore," the other twin added.

"So, we're going to take out our fun on you!" said the man with the devilish smile.

Violet squirmed and tried to tell them to go away. She attempted to scream for help but with a hand over her mouth, her words were muffled.

"Poor Thaddeus is the most deprived from his fun." the man whispered into Violet's ear.

Her heart racing, she was able to free her arm from one of the twin's tight hold. With her now free arm she pushed the man's hand from her mouth and spit in his face. She then pushed him back making him stumble.

"You stupid bitch!' the man was enraged.

Bringing his fist up to swing at her head, he was suddenly stopped by a hand appearing out of the darkness while another swung full force into his stomach. The man was brought to the floor as Tate seemed to appeared out of the shadows. Thaddeus tried to attack him

Tate turned to Thaddeus and growled a warning at him to go away. By this time, the twins had disappeared. Thaddeus snarled at Tate as he dissolved into the emptiness of the cold room.

Tate grabbed the book and then along with Violet's hand, walked out of the dark room, leaving the man lying on the floor doubled over in pain, whimpering to himself.