AN: Guess who's back?! I'm sorry I've been gone so long. I lost my inspiration for my previous TVD stories you all enjoy so much. I'm hoping to had more chapters to each in the coming months.

In the mean time, I have something new I want to try for you guys. I have been a fan of American Horror Story since the first season. And yeah, people are talking, saying it all goes downhill after Asylum. I wholeheartedly disagree.

This story is my own interpretation of the events post season 1 and onwards with a bit of crossover action as some of the characters from The Vampire Diaries and The Originals will be making appearances.

I hope you like it, and even if don't let me know anyways. I will be posting updates here and on tumblr.

Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy & Brad Fulchuk own all rights and characters of American Horror Story. All rights, characters, etc, belong to the writers, producers, and directors of The VampireDiaries and The Originals.

Her (Un)Lucky 7

The house, although sprawling and beautiful, felt just as sinister as it was foretold by her ancestors.

The Murder House.

Bianca Hopkins knew she looked strange and out of place. She wore a mint green sundress, white sandals and black elbow length gloves. She wore a wide brown sunhat and her hazel green eyes were hidden away by black ray ban sunglasses. Her friend and single companion in this life, Hermione, a lovely orange Maine Coon sat perched by her feet staring at the house with knowing eyes.

"Well, girl, what do you think?"

Never taking her eyes away from the house, Hermione growled lowly.

"Yeah, me too."

"Uh, miss?" the anxious realtor still perched to climb back inside his car tried one last time. "Why don't you let me show you around to some other houses?" His eyes flickered to the illustrious mansion before them, biting back a shudder. "Some nice houses?"

Bianca turned slightly, her eyebrow arched in surprise. "This is a nice house." She turned back around watching the shadows move behind the curtains and listened to the whispers echoing in the air. "There is no other house."

The sweaty man scoffed. "Whatever you say, lady. I give you a week."

Bianca couldn't be bothered to respond and felt her decision cemented when the realtor sped away from the curb.

She left her brown map designer duffle bag and matching rolling luggage case inside of her forest green BMW for now.

Bianca glanced at her companion once more to ensure her special collar was in place before she took a breath and opened the door.

It was unlocked, naturally, and rolled back with a slow creak.

Bianca let her eyes unfocus. The barrier between what she was allowed to see and what was the reality blurred and then dissolved.

There were over twenty restless spirits scattered around, all watching her, but only one approached. A red haired woman whose features shifted from old and kindly to young and seductive.

"May I help you, miss?"

Bianca removed her sunglasses as Hermione circled the woman, assessing her.

"Hello, my name is Bianca Hopkins. You are the maid, I take it?"

The question was rhetorical, but the red haired woman said, "yes, I am. Moira. Moira O'Hara. I must apologize Miss Hopkins, but this house is not opened to the public."

Bianca smiled. "I am not the public, Mrs. O'Hara. Your last employers, the Perez family, they were very eager to sell this beautiful mansion and at a very affordable price. $0.50 on the dollar." The severe look never left Moira O'Hara's face, but thankfully, her form stopped shifting and settled into the kind elderly maid. "So, I am the new owner. It is of course your decision whether you would like to remain working here or collect your severance, Mrs. O'Hara."

"It's just Moira, Miss Hopkins. I am afraid the realtor failed to inform you that in accordance with the house's trust, no owner has the power to fire or ask me to leave."

Bianca's smile grew. "I have no intention of doing either, Moira. I only offer these options in the event you have grown tired of...the monotony," she said carefully.

Hermione meowed before Moira could respond. Bianca followed her companions line of sight and saw a dark haired man standing amongst the others. He was dressed casually. Dark slacks, a sweater with the sleeves rolled up. He had the same piercing eyes and impeccable eyebrows of his Asylum double. Bianca glanced away from the Dr. Thresden doppelganger before they noticed she was looking.

"You must be hungry. Pick us out a room and I'll get dinner started."

Moira looked at Bianca weirdly for having a conversation with her cat and then worriedly when the cat climbed the stairs.

"Oh, dear! Um, should you not follow your pet, miss? It is a rather large house."

"Hermione is my companion, not my pet," she answered absently, watching her disappear at the top of the stairs. "Besides, she can take care of herself for a little while." Bianca moved carefully through the throng of spirits. Her powers maintained a steady barrier close to her skin in time with her heartbeat to prevent sending someone over prematurely. "How long have you been here, Moira?"

Moira exchanged not subtle glances with the others, not completely understanding why they had not dispersed by this point. She answered, "since the second family moved in. The Langdons." Bianca hummed thoughtfully, striding into the foyer. "If I may ask, will there be others joining you during your stay?"

"Why Moira, you make it sound as though I've simply checked into a hotel."

"Not at all, Miss. But perhaps relatives or even a young man?"

"Or a young woman?" Bianca countered, her lips curling at the corners. "No, Moira. My parents are gone and there hasn't been a significant other in my life for quite some time." She spoke softly, wistfully as her fingers encircled the crucifix engraved rose gold heart locket around her neck. "No one to come calling if I were to disappear into the night..."

Moira's expression dropped and Bianca chuckled softly.

"Sorry, my mama always said I inherited my daddy's dark humor." Hermione meowed from the top of the stairs. "You've found something? Excellent."

Moira watched the young girl climb the stairs with a pang of pity. She had no idea what was in store for her.

"She saw me." It was Chad. He watched her with calculating eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous," Patrick rolled his eyes thinking his sometimes boyfriend was just trying to get his attention again.

"Why would a girl like that even look at you twice with me standing beside you?" Travis chimes in. Since the discovery of the first ever Boy Dahlia, Travis had gotten quite full of himself.

Chad was not amused. His lips thinned, his nostrils flared, and had he still been alive, his cheeks would have bloomed a cherry red suffused with his blood. "This coming from the guy pathetic enough to fuck his killer and my leftovers?"

"Chad, why are you so sure the girl saw you?" Vivien interrupted before yet another argument could start. "Did you purposely reveal yourself to her?"

Chad's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he bit out, "no, of course not, Vivien. I am not an idiot."

"That's debatable," Hayden, who after having become besties with Patrick snorted from her place on the couch. "You can't take a hint when your supposed 'one and only' treats you like you're sporting a vag between your legs. Sounds pretty idiotic from where I'm sitting."

Chad's hurt and angry eyes darted from Hayden to Patrick and back to Hayden again. "Sound advice coming from the little twat who took a shovel to the face because she hoped spreading her legs would be enough to make Ben fall in love when even death couldn't break his marriage apart."

Vivien shifted uncomfortably being once again forced to acknowledge that the most intimate parts of their lives had been witnessed by the other ghosts.

Hayden's lip lifted in a silent snarl. "Like I give a shit."

"Do you think she has ever had a baby?" Nora Montgomery's sweet voice called softly to no one in particular.

The question put everyone on edge. Her husband rolled his eyes and retreated back to the basement mumbling about his experiments.

"Chad?" Vivien tried again to steer the conversation back to its original point. "If you didn't reveal yourself to her-"

"I didn't," he bit out sharply, ignoring the warning look from Ben.

"Then tell us what happened."

Chad took a deep breath turning fully towards Vivien so he wouldn't have to watch his Patrick, who had joined Hayden on the couch, massage her feet.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but something has felt off from the moment she stood outside." He paced a little. "I can't really explain it. We always have new owners sniffing about from time to time. This one, it was as if..." He paused trying to find the right words. "I wanted...I needed to touch her." Internally, he winced waiting for someone likely Hayden to make a conversion joke.

But no one laughed.

And no one denied feeling the same things.

"She would make a lovely baby," Nora breaking the silence was like a brick thrown through the window.

"Nora, no," Vivien whispered, sickened by the mere thought of what she was implying.

"Not this shit again," Patrick groaned.

Chad looked disgusted even thinking of reliving what he dubbed the Baby Nightmare of 2011 all over again with the girl upstairs.

Ben was shaking with anger. "If you even think of orchestrating another rape in this house-"

"I WANT A BABY!" she screamed, tears pouring from her eyes as she gripped Ben's shirt.

"Stop it!" Moira grabbed Nora by the shoulders and slapped her as hard as she could. Nora stopped crying and screaming. "I don't know how this ends. I don't know whether that child will leave this house on her own or if she will join us forever, but you WILL NOT harm her, do you understand me?"

Nora nodded miserably. "I just want a baby."

"You can babysit for Ben and me tonight," Vivien suggested, taking Nora by the shoulders and talking quietly with her.

"And that goes for the rest of you. That girl is to be left alone," Moira said strongly. "Anyone hurts her and they will answer to me."

"The hell died and made you ruler over the manor?" Hayden sneered, but otherwise didn't argue.

"Come on, honey," Patrick sighed. It was almost embarrassing to see the involuntary step Chad took towards him. "Let's go sit by your monument and imagine how wonderful it would have been if ole Benji actually built a hot tub to cover up your murder instead of a fucking gazebo."

Hayden allowed Patrick to lead her away with a hand pressed delicately against the small of her back. She left one parting shot to both Moira and the Harmons as she caught Travis's wrist to drag him along as well.

"While we're down here, did you conveniently forget that Rubber Man himself is all alone with the new ass upstairs? And now that his keeper is abjuring him, he just might dot, dot, dot."

The looks of horror on Moira's and the Harmons face left Hayden feeling triumphant.

Upstairs, Bianca could hear the shouting from Nora. She 'heard' most of the poor woman's story when she crossed the threshhold. Helping her cross will be a top priority.

Bianca picked up the pace as Hermione's furry tail kept disappearing around corners.

She finally stopped, to Bianca's relief, in front of a closed door. Bianca lowered herself to kneel before Hermione, listening to her purrs. She rubbed herself along the length of the closed door, her purrs growing loud.

"This one?" she murmured to herself. "The door's closed, baby. Not exactly a welcoming gesture."

But Hermione's gestures grew more insistent as she hopped up on her bent knees and jumped back down in front of the door again.

Bianca pressed her palms flat against the door. She gasped aloud as the vision overtook her.

A blonde boy dressed in all black sat on his bed with his head down. Six S.W.A.T. Team members entered the room carefully, each had their red lasers focused on his chest.

"Please! He'll go peacefully, he's just a child!" The distraught voice sounded eerily similar to Sister Jude's. It must have been his mother.

The boy held his hands up and slowly lifted his head

"Miss Hopkins!" Moira's sharp voice forcefully wrenched Bianca out of the vision. "While you are the current owner of this house, I must insist that you find yourself another room as this one is unfit for you to inhabit."

Bianca blinked several times to get her eyes to readjust to the maid standing before her.

Hermione's purrs became yowls as she started clawing at the door and pushing her paws underneath.

"Baby, stop that," Bianca admonished Hermione, picking her up and scratching behind her ears to calm her down. "You're right, Moira. Not this room."

Moira looked equally relieved and unnerved as she led Bianca down another hall.

"I think this should be suitable for you and your companion." Hermione stopped looking so morose and glanced around the room.

The colors were exactly what she would have picked out for her own bedroom. Black, silver, and turquoise. The bed was a cute little olive green tufted upholstered daybed with trundle, decorated with a shaggy black comforter. The walls were turquoise and the curtains to the window were black and white spirals. The blank space above the bed would have been perfect for the black and white portrait of her parent's wedding day.

But Bianca immediately shook the thought away. While the house was solely hers in name, she didn't believe she had any legitimate claim of it over the lost souls roaming the halls.

Bianca released Hermione to let her explore her new surroundings.

There was a desk and bookshelf built into the wall. The closet was to its left and there were olive green doubledoors across from the bed. Bianca pushed the doors opened and laughed aloud, already ready to strip.

Behind the double doors was a turquoise claw foot tub, a toilet and long black marble topped sink.

Bianca hadn't been in anything so extravagant since her summer at Uncle Nik's.

"It is to your liking then?" Moira, not quite smiling, looked pleased seeing the wonder and excitement in Bianca's hazel eyes.

"It's amazing," she breathed happily. "Thank you, Moira."

"Of course, Miss. Would you like me to go down and bring your bags inside?" She had already turned away, not waiting for the affirmation.

"Actually, Moira, my bags are already here."

The Maid turned back around and her eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of Bianca's luggage already sitting on her new bed.

"Are there any fresh meats and vegetables in the house for a quick meal or should I run to the market?"

"There is fresh food in the kitchen, Miss. I'll prepare something for you tonight."

Moira left the bedroom immediately, not giving Bianca time to argue.

Bianca exchanged a glance with Hermione. "Too much too soon?"

Hermione's meow was somber as she put her paw over her face.

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Cherry blossoms.

Cherry blossoms and the air after it rains.

That's what she smelled like.

The new owner.

Oh, he had listened to the others worry over how badly she would disrupt their imperfect purgatory. How she would probably be one of those kooks who hoped to connect with a spirit to become popular on social media.

But then she arrived outside and Tate felt compelled to see her.

From his window Tate had a pretty good view of her. She was young. Not a teenager like he and Violet would forever be, but not nearly as old as Nora or Vivien. She seemed to be around Hayden's age, give or take a couple years.

She could have been considered casually dressed if not for the black elbow length gloves. Tate didn't feel temperatures like humans did, but even he knew this time of day in October was nowhere near cold enough for glove weather. She was a black girl with pretty brown skin and long black hair that fell in luscious curls down her back. He listened to her talk to the ginger cat at her feet as if she could understand it.

Tate shook his head and sat on his bed again. So maybe the new owner was a bit of a kook. It might give him something to look forward to now that his mother had run off with his kid and abandoned him in a house filled with spirits who either hated him or thought he was too pathetic to even acknowledge. He wished Addie had died in the house. He wanted to spare her the torment of his twisted version of the afterlife, but now that he had no one on his side he wished he had given in to his instinct to slit her throat as she slept.

Violet made good on her vow of not wanting to have anything to do with him. The pain from her rejection and hatred was debilitating. He stayed locked in his room so that she wouldn't have to see him. So that he wouldn't have to see the eyes that once held love and devotion for him fill with contempt and disgust.

The other ghosts, mainly Chad, Patrick, and Hayden got a big kick out of his self-imposed isolation.

They would stand outside of his door sometimes and tell him how happy Violet looked with her mom and dad and new baby brother. That he should come downstairs and join the family.

His saving grace was Moira. She would make them leave and promise to be there for him if he wanted to talk.

Even Nora attempted to apologize for roping him into her baby making scheme.

None of it mattered though. Nothing compared to the wrenching agony of losing Violet. Of having her so close and yet beyond his reach.

They were discussing her again.

The new owner.

Bianca Hopkins and her companion, not pet, Hermione.

"I WANT A BABY!" Nora's screams echoed throughout the house. Her pain and insanity was on display for all to feel and Tate felt it deep in his bones as he shuddered.

The anger and fear of the other ghosts was palpable to him. They were angered that she would even consider trying to bring another innocent life in the house just so she could kill it and keep it with her forever.

They were afraid because they believed that Tate would do it again if Nora only asked him. He could sense this especially strong from Violet and Vivien.

He blocked out the rest of the discussions in favor of hearing the purrs from outside of his door. It was as if he had no control of his body when he crossed the short distance to kneel before the door.

He smelled her long before he heard her quiet murmurs.

Cherry blossoms and the air after it rains.

Tate pressed his palms flat against the door, gasping, somehow feeling the new owner's soft warmth emanating through the wood.

It was as if he could see into her soul in that moment. What she told Moira downstairs about her family and loved ones was bullshit. She was loved by many. She was sought by forces that lived in the Light and preyed in the Dark. Coming to this house was not a random decision. She wanted to help every creature from the most innocent like Violet to the most despicable like himself because that was just the kind of person she was. She was in love, deeply in love, and even though this man should have passed over decades ago, she was still searching relentlessly for him.

And there was something else. Something about her family that

"Miss Hopkins!"

Moira's sharp reprimand broke the connection. Tate remained on his knees afterwards struggling for breaths he didn't actually need to take.

His mind raced with the knowledge he gleaned from her. From Bianca Bennett.

He stood, fully recovered and went to stand before his window. He looked out without actually seeing the world continuing to move without him. Moira was showing Bianca her room. Her girlish laughter was enough to make the entire house sigh.

"Now that's a terrifying sight. Seeing you smiling like that."

Tate's smile fell. He faced Violet who stood in his doorway, her eyes locked in his without even a hint of benevolence.

"Violet." Even saying her name was like releasing a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. "You're actually here." She didn't say anything. "You can come in if you want."

"I don't."

Tate tried not to allow his disappointment to color his features. "That's alright. How, how are you?" He asked, painfully awkward.

Aside from the single raised eyebrow, she remained expressionless as she said, "betrayed, cheated, deceived, disgusted, enraged, shall I continue?" she rolled her eyes not giving him the chance to answer. "This isn't a social call and it sure as hell isn't a reconciliation, Tate."

"Of course it's not. You've already made your loathing of me abundantly clear, Violet. Why are you here?"

"You heard Nora."

The accusation set his teeth on edge. "Yes, I heard Nora. The whole fucking neighborhood probably heard Nora. That doesn't answer why you're here, Violet."

But he did know why. And he knew exactly how this was going to go. Something inside of him, the part that thrived on pain wanted to hear her say it.

"Don't do it. Do you hear me, Tate? Don't you dare touch that girl."

It hurt Tate more than he was willing to acknowledge that she thought he was capable.

"Do you really think I could do something like that again, Violet?" What should have been a harsh rebuttal, came out as a soft whisper.

"Is that really a serious question?" she scoffed, only slightly affected by her ex-boyfriend's despair.

"I'm sorry, Violet. How many ways do you need me to say it until you believe me? I'm sorry for what I did. But that doesn't give you the right to come here and treat me like I'm this monster you don't know!"

"You raped my mom, Tate! A monster is exactly what that makes you!"

Tate looked over Violet's shoulder feeling paranoid that Bianca had heard her. "Keep your goddamn voice down."

Violet's snort made his eye twitched. "Oh, now you're suddenly ashamed. God, if Chad hadn't told me would you have ever confessed?" Tate's answer was a blank stare that made her eyes water in spite of herself. "Yeah, that's what I thought," she said more to herself.

"Vi."

Tate reached for her as she stepped back. "Don't fucking touch me!" she snarled. "I'm only here because we all know the moment Nora bats her eyelashes and sobs on your shoulder, you'll be her Rubber Man again. Don't. Moira's already declared the girl under her protection. If you don't want to lose her too you'll leave the new owner alone."

Without another word, Violet vanished from his doorway. He stood in place staring at the place she had once been. In her wake, he could still smell the cinnamon and vanilla. Those damn scents he spent the better part of two years trying to forget suddenly struck him like a fist to his gut making his knees buckle.

Tate felt the tears roll down his cheeks and scrubbed them off his face feeling more than a little angry. His door slammed shut and locked on the accord of his own raging anger.

He was fed up with everyone in the house thinking that he was Nora's perverted little sycophant who would drop his fly at her will. He made a mistake! No one in the house was a fucking saint at this point, but he was the only one still being vilified for his actions.

Well, fuck it.

"If it's a goddamn monster they want," the Rubber Man suit hung in his closet with faint traces of Vivien's Dior perfume clinging to the material. He smiled to himself imagining the suit smelling of cherry blossoms and the air after it rains. "I'll give them a monster to curse."