Hello lovelies,

Just a quick little note to say I hope you are having a good day. Here is my first little American Horror Story fic idea because I think we all can agree that we needed to know what happened to Violet and Tate after the series. Did they get back together? I'd like to hope they did though I'm sure Violet would have made Tate sweat it for a while, hence the twenty years later. He deserves that afterall!

Enjoy and if you'd like to leave a review then I'd love to hear what you have to say.
Back soon with the next installments.

S x

Moira had been cleaning the attic when she came across it. Pushed into the darkest corner of the room, she had never fully noticed it before on her occasional treks up there, however today she had fully clocked it standing there in the corner under a fine layer of dust and debris. An old stereo and a stack of cds from the 40s to the 70s, left behind by an old couple who had briefly lived in the house before the queers, Chad and Patrick. Smiling, she had run her fingers over the discs and reading over the tracks listed on the back, overcome with nostalgia she had not got so far as to play any of the music. Instead she had simply shuffled the player nearer to the front of the attic so that it would be easier to reach by anyone who may later use it. Although Moira knew she would not be able to carry it down herself she hoped to later get one of the younger ones to grab it for her.

The Murder House had remained uninhabited by any living being in an extremely long time. It had been near twenty years since the couple with the teenage boy had ran from the house in the early hours of the morning, awaking neighbours with screams of terror as they nearly crashed their car in eagerness to depart. It was this night that all of the ghosts had come together; agreeing that although they may not get on they would unite in their need to protect themselves, their bodies and the house. Even though Marcy had continued to try to close a sell her efforts had been futile and so the Murder House had stood seemingly empty to outside eyes.

Vivien and Ben Harmon had settled well into their afterlife. Moira and Vivien became fast friends in a short space of time whilst Ben and Hayden had, to all intents and purposes, put their pasts behind them. Although Hayden knew there would never be a time that she did not want Ben, she had accepted that he was the one thing in life she could never have. Over the years she had come to see Travis as a better match for her personality and both would spend years in the garden arguing over stupid things before kissing and making up later. Nora watched Vivien with Jeffery, the eternal newborn, with a sense of longing but knew that she did not crave a child so much as she craved the son she had lost. Motherhood only suited her when it was with a child that was entirely her own. Having given up Jeffery, she had also lost any real relationship with Tate who had never forgiven her. Although he blamed himself for losing Violet, he felt that his promise to Nora to give her a baby had been the first domino in a long line. She had pushed it over and set the events into motion and for that he struggled to spend time around her as she was reminder of what he had lost. Tate watched Violet everyday, saw how miserable she was, and loathed himself for causing her such pain. He saw himself as a poison. He had tainted Violet, fallen for her and then lost her by his unforgivable actions. The only thing that kept him going was the slither of hope within him when he saw she missed him just as much as he missed her. Maybe one day she could find it in her to forgive him. Tate did not know how close Violet was to forgiving him. Every time she caught sight of him she longed more for him. Violet wanted him back, and although Vivien and Ben had both told her she needed to speak to him, she could not bring herself to do it. She loved him. It hurt but that was the reality of it. She could not help loving her monster despite all of the years.

Moira knew that in order to allow the two teenagers of the household a chance to come together once more she needed to a plan. It would be a bonus if at the same time all of the occupants could have a good time, but her aim was to bring a smile back to the faces of two young adults. She could not stand the angst much longer and knew that they just needed a little guidance in the right direction.

With the help of an old, wise lady, and a stereo maybe, just maybe, she could start to right the wrongs of the past.