The war between Tate and Violet is just beginning. The Murder House has no idea just what is in store when these two lovers go at one another. Blood, tears, screams, and so much more lie ahead in this dark Violate story. Please remember though, darkness can only exist if there is light. A clue to a happy ending? Possibly. Who knows where this war will take us. All I can say it that Tate and Violet are ready for a good fight.

A lot can change over a year, even for those that are not concerned with time. For the souls trapped in the Murder House, time was nonexistent. There were no hours, days, or months. There was only the counting of every year on Halloween. Some souls would spend their time wasting away, waiting for their one chance at freedom every year. Some souls tried to continue acting as if they were still living. The Harmon family seemed to be the most "alive" group of souls. Ben and Vivien took control over the house. Moira, who was considered a part of the family, stayed by Vivien's side most of the time, helping with the baby and keeping the large house tidy.

Violet Harmon was the only member of the family to lose her way. It had taken her a while, but she finally broke. The silence and loneliness began to play with her mind. She went through stages: happiness turned to sadness, sadness turned to depression, depression turned to resentment and pity, and resentment and pity turned into anger.

Violet was angry. She could feel the emotion boiling inside of her, threatening to spill. She had been on edge for a while now. Her mother and father tended to avoid her because of her temper. They did not want her to upset the baby. Violet was either alone or in the basement beating up on some poor soul. She would take her anger out on Patrick most of the time because he was just bored enough to let her. She tried to harass Travis once, but he ended up crying, which instantly turned the fun into nothingness.

Violet was not the only one that changed in the Murder House. Tate had gone through the same stages that Violet did, and he was angry too. He took his anger out in a different way, though. Instead of fighting, Tate turned to finding comfort in someone else. The person whose arms he fell into was Hayden. She just happened to be there right when he needed someone. Tate didn't mind Hayden. She was smart and knew how to keep his mind clear of things that upset him. He was even beginning to convince himself that she was making him happy. He felt happy whenever he was lying next to her, breathing heavily and running his hands up and down her back. He felt happy when she was resting against him and listening to him read poetry to her. He felt happy when they would laugh while chasing each other through the house and backyard. He always felt happy until he would run into Violet. As soon as he caught even the slightest glimpse of her, his heart would sink to the tip of his black converse.

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It was a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles. Tate was sitting outside in the gazebo, reading poetry to himself. He had left Hayden upstairs sleeping. The sun felt warm and welcoming on his cold skin. He leaned his head back so that the rays of light could reach every shadow on his pale face. He leaned forward when he heard a noise coming from behind him. He turned around and felt his heart sink.

There she was, glowing in the sunlight. Her blonde hair was brighter and longer than before. She had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. Tate knew that she was restless all of the time. He could hear her constantly shuffling around in her room whenever she wasn't fighting in the basement. She had a wild look in her eyes as she stared at him.

"Violet…" Tate whispered mostly to himself. She just continued to stare at him as she moved closer to him. She hadn't spoken to him in so long that he almost couldn't remember what her voice sounded like. Almost.

Violet stopped when she was standing directly in front of Tate. She looked down at him from his spot of the bench of the gazebo. She slowly picked up her hand and ran it along his defined chin and cheekbone. Her fingers were as cold as ice, and she could feel the warmth of the sun in his cheek.

"What are you doing?" Tate asked her as she continued to run her fingers against his face. She didn't reply but moved to stand to his side. She pushed his shoulder so that he moved and turned his back to her. He felt her sit on the bench behind him. Her hands were suddenly on his shoulders, massaging the tense knots that seemed to be permanent fixtures on his body.

Tate tried to hold in the moan that was threatening to escape from his lips. "Vi…" He rolled his head to the side as her soft lips met the skin of his neck. Her hands followed her lips and were soon wrapped around the back of his neck. Her fingers dug into his skin. Tate smiled at her ministrations for a moment until he felt her nails dig into him.

"Ow! Violet, stop!" Tate tried to move out of her grasp, but Violet was too quick. She tightened her grip on him and twisted her hands to the side, snapping his neck and turning his world black.

…

Tate woke up and took a deep breath, but the only thing he inhaled was the gritty dirt. He tried to open his eyes, but the dirt flooded into them as well. He began to move his arms frantically, digging himself out of the ground. Violet had buried him in the yard. It didn't take him long to breakthrough the dirt above him. He stood up and spit the dirt out of his mouth. He shook his head, trying to get the dirt out of his eyes and hair. He stopped when he heard a faint giggle. He looked up and saw Violet sitting on the ledge of the grave the he was standing in. He realized that the hole was about six feet deep but fairly narrow.

Tate tilted his head to the side. He coughed before speaking roughly. "You planned this didn't you? You would have had to plan because this hole would take you a long time to dig. Is this why you haven't been sleeping?"

Violet just looked at Tate and smirked. Tate growled at her before pulling himself out of the grave. He moved towards Violet and roughly pulled her up by her arms. She laughed at the look of pure anger on his face. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Violet?" He growled at her as he shook her small frame.

No answer. He shook her again. "Why won't you answer me?" He was far past the point of anger and rational. Before he could think, he thrust his arms forward, pushing Violet backward and throwing her into the grave. He watched as she roughly hit the ground.

Violet jumped up quickly. "Fuck you, Tate!" She screamed at him.

Tate got down on his knees and leaned close to her. "You just made one enemy that you are going to regret." He whispered roughly at her. Violet's eyes grew wide.

"Is that a threat?" She asked in bewilderment.

"You bet." Tate stood up and moved to walk away.

"Don't you dare leave me in here!" Violet tried to jump out of the hole, but it was too deep. She could see Tate moving farther away from her. "Tate!" He didn't even turn around.

…

Violet had lost track of how long she had been stuck in the grave that she had dug, how ironic. She dug her own grave. She looked up at the sky and noticed that it was turning a light shade of pink. It would be dark soon. She sat down on the cold earth and sighed. She figured she would be stuck here until one of the ghosts decided to venture to the edge of the back yard.

Her ears perked up when she hear a voice.

"Hey man. Why is there a huge hole over there?" Violet smiled at the voice. It was Travis.

"Travis!" She raised her arms above her head and jumped up, trying to get his attention. Travis ran over to her and knelt down.

"Vi, what are you doing in that hole?"

"Knitting a fucking sweater, what does it look like?" She angrily answered him. Travis got a hurt look in his eyes and moved to get up. "Wait! Travis, I'm sorry. I've been stuck in here so long that my temper got the best of me. Can you please help me out?" Violet gave Travis the damsel in distress look. He smiled at her and reached down to wrap his arms around her. He pulled her up with ease.

He placed her on the ground beside him, and Violet wrapped her arms around him. She could see Tate sitting in the gazebo out of the corner of her eye. She ran her hand up and down Travis' arm. "You're so strong, Travis. Thank you so much." She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Travis' cheek.

"Yo….You're welcome, Violet." Travis stuttered. Violet made Travis nervous and excited at the same time because the only interaction he had with any females lately was with the two little girls in the basement.

Violet glance over at Tate once again. If he wanted a war, then she was going to give it all she had. "You know… I've never really noticed how… Hot you are, Travis." Violet stared intently into Travis' eyes. His cheeks flushed pink with color. "Maybe we can hang out some more?" Travis nodded his head in agreement. "Good." Violet leaned forward and pressed her lips against Travis. He responded by moaning and wrapping his arms around her waist.

Kissing Travis did not ignite the fire inside of Violet that burned whenever Tate's lips touched her, but his kisses were nice. Travis was gentle and kind when he kissed her. Violet smiled into the kiss before pulling away. "Come find me later, okay?" She asked and he nodded before walking back to the house.

Violet smiled and touched her fingers to her lips. She was putting on the perfect show in front of Tate. She could see the anger burning in his eyes. She sauntered over to him.

"Game on." She spat at him as she passed by him.

Tate bawled his hands into fists and almost leapt up from his seated position, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Trouble in paradise?" The sing song voice belonged to Hayden. Tate looked up at her and roughly pulled her to his side. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned into him. "Are you really going to start a war with her?"

"She started it."

"And you're going to finish it?"

Tate paused for a moment before asking. "Who do you think will win?"

Hayden sighed. "I think you're going to win… But only because you can fully detach yourself from your emotions and humanity. She can't. I think she can be cruel if she wants to be, but in the end, she'll feel guilty."

"Good."

"Momma bear isn't going to be happy about this."

Tate looked up at Hayden and laughed. "Do you really think I care what Vivien thinks? I think I proved that she is no match for me."

Hayden made a disgusted face. "Okay first, ew. Second, cocky much?"

Tate growled before pulling her lips to his. His teeth pulled at her bottom lip, making her moan. "You have no idea how cocky." He winked at her and moved to attack her neck. Hayden pulled back and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Okay evil twin, can I have my sweet Tate right now? I want the gentle and loving one."

Tate smiled up at her. "I'm sorry, beautiful. I will try not to let this war come into our time." Hayden smiled and nodded before kissing him softly.

Tate was trying to suppress the anger and demons inside of him. It was becoming harder for him to hide his "evil twin" as Hayden called his dark side. If this war got as dirty and bloody as he was planning, his evil twin might just become his entire being.

Scared? Nervous? Angry? Confused? Intrigued? Yea, me too. This story came to me while I was listening to music today. I normally do not do the "heavy and dark" Violate stories, but I wanted to try my hand at it and see where it goes. Stick with me please because this is a Violate story. I think we all know that Tate and Violet only really love each other no matter how much shit they do to one another. I'm letting them work out their pent up anger in this story.