Violet laid on her bed, while listening to some of her music she'd been able to stash before they came and took everything away. She was soothed by the normalness of it all. Her locked away in her room on another sunny California day, while her parents fussed about something or other down stairs. The other ghosts buzzed around the house somewhere. Violet couldn't leave her room without bumping into someone. So she'd decided that here would be her sanctuary, a quiet place to be hers alone.

The only downside to her perfect little corner of the earth was the memories of him. Violet hadn't seen Tate since she'd told him to go away but she knew he lurked in the basement somewhere waiting for her to forgive him. Violet reminisced the days she had pasted in this room with him. His blonde hair tousled as he grinned, she'd sit across from him and feel lighter than air because he knew her, he was different like her and he cared for her, he made her feel as though she matter, that she was important and the only good thing in the world. Violet wished that she could forget it all. Tate was never going to change Violet knew this but still somewhere she thought that one day he'd be the boy she always thought he was.

Not much had changed since the last family had moved out. It had only been a couple of weeks, Marcy had tried to push the house onto another unsuspecting victim, but she'd had no luck, a body count of five in the last three years didn't exactly say prime real estate. Violet missed living even though she never attended she missed the novelty of going to school, or at least being able to go to school, to have the choice to leave whenever she wanted, the fact that she'd have options, but now she was stuck in this house, forever unable to leave except on Halloween. She didn't like the idea of person after person would move into her room.

But such is life or rather death. Violets rolled over and place her hand on her stomach, it was surprisingly hard, her skin felt as though it was moved out from her body, she got to her feet and walked to the mirror, just to lift her shirt up. There it was a small but distinct little bump. She poked it just to make sure she hadn't dreamt it, but her skin stayed hard and didn't disappear as she expected. Where had it come from, Violet hadn't ever noticed it before, but as she ran her hand over the smooth skin, she knew it was real. Tears started to streak down Violets face as she thought of what this would mean, she was pregnant and dead.

How could this of happened, she was dead for Christ sakes, how could she have something growing inside her. If it was possible Nora would have found a way by now, but here she stood in front of a mirror looking at the small bump. What had he done, was this some weird ghost thing where he'd put someone else's baby inside of her, it was ridiculous but Violet didn't find it unbelievable, nobody knew exactly what lengths Tate would go to in order to secure a future with her, maybe he thought this way they could play happy little family for the rest of eternity.

Violets tears subside as her anger flared at the thought of him using her like that forcing her to be with him. She shattered the mirror with her fist; she looked down at her bleeding hand as it healed itself. Violet stormed down the hallway looking for him.

"Tate!" She screamed as she made her way to the basement. "Tate," She yelled again as she opened the door, and stomped down the stairs. She was met by Thaddeus, Violet screamed as she batted away the savage reptile baby thing, her arms instinctively wrapping around her middle. "Go away!" She shouted as she turned to flee back up the stairs.

She didn't make it out of the basement; she was seized by a strong pair of arms, Violet looked up through her blonde hair that was covering her eyes, she spied him, he looked exactly the same as in her memories.

"Is that just him or does it include me as well?" Tate asked as he smirked at her. Violet buried her head deeper into his chest, before remembering why she had come to the basement in the first place.

"What did you do?" Violet asked her face hidden.

"I didn't do anything Vi, what are you talking about."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." she accused as she jumped back from him.

"No I don't."

Violet burst into hysterics. "What did you do? What did you do?" She cried as she slapped Tate between every word. Tate moved quickly, grabbing both of Violets hand and securing them above her head. "What did you do?" Violet cried as she banged herself against the wall trying to break free.

"Violet stop it, what's wrong come on Vi, you're scaring me." He said as tears started to fall down his face. Tate had imagined Violet forgiving him since she'd sent him away, but this was never how he saw it in his head. The Violet that stood before him was going crazy, her tears brought him pain and he'd do anything to make them go away.

"Tate, let go." She barely whispered, Tate could see it in her tear stained face that she was hurting, he didn't hesitate as he let her hands fall. "This is what, I'm talking about." She said as she pulled her shirt up revealing a little bump. Tate placed his hand on it in wonder.

"How" he mouthed to her.

Violet made no attempt to remove his hand from her stomach. She didn't it expect it when he fell to his knees and kissed her skin.

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