Disclaimer: None of the characters portrayed are of my own creation. American Horror Story is the creative property of Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk. Rated T.

Chapter 1:

The wood of the window-frame beneath her fingers was warm from the memory of the afternoon sun. She could just stand there. Perhaps sit on the window-ledge. Hell, she might as well just jump out. It wasn't like it made a difference anymore, she realised letting out a bitter huff at the thought of being dead anyway.

Some might think it was tragic to pass away at such a young age. She just felt bullshitted by fate for being stuck in that house with a host of crazy ghosts. Of course she still had her family with her, but she figured her parents were too wrapped up in their joy over their creepy, never-aging baby to remember she was also still there.

It wasn't all bad though. She had enough to occupy herself with as there were quite a few books, also boxes of stuff left there years ago that she found in the attic and basement and there was always Bo, who she played with for hours on end, the only trace of his existence being the red ball he would roll in her direction. But time passes slowly when it loses all meaning and stretches out into the daunting prospect of eternity.

And what frightened her the most was the question, when their Internet connection would be cut. After all, her laptop was her only link to the outside world, of which she still considered herself a part.

Her fear was probably founded in the observations she made of some of the other inhabitants of the house. And wow were they bat-shit. One of her greatest questions was whether she would walk around planning dinner parties for people who had died decades ago, like she had seen Nora do.

But for the moment, she guessed, with her head out the window, looking up at the clear night sky, she would have to wait. What for, stayed an unanswered question.

With one leg swung out already, she dragged the rest of her body behind her, supporting her weight with her hands that were steadied on the wood, which was faded by many days of exposure to the elements. Perhaps it had once been dark brown, perhaps not. For a second she contemplated letting herself drop down to feel the sensation of her stomach pushing up against her lungs, squeezing what little air was left in them out in a silent cry. But Violet was hardly masochistic, and she figured she could do without the pain of crashing onto the paved pathway beneath her feet and feeling her bones crush from the impact, for the time being.

So she decided to just look out at the world she was actually allowed to walk out into once a year. Wow. Props to whoever had thought of that deal.

Pulling a half-smoked cigarette out of the pocket of her trousers she prayed she would be able to light it again. Lately, she had had to ration them, as her pack was almost empty and Constance objected to buying her more, as it was bad for her. Apparently even for a ghost-girl. However, she must be a little lax with her rules, as Violet would occasionally find a fresh pack on the kitchen counter. Maybe it was Constance's way of repaying her for her mother's sacrifice of dying so she could have that devil-child of Tate's. Tate.

She quickly shook the thought of him out of her head and blew a cloud of smoke into the air, it being the only thing to taint the sky. The wind blew it away in a heartbeat, and she wished it would take her as well. When she realised it wouldn't, she flicked the cigarette down and watched the glowing butt drop below her. Letting her eyes scan the garden for one last time, she might have caught a figure scurrying off behind a corner, the moonlight reflecting off its blond hair.

It wasn't like he was watching her. At first. He was in the garden anyway. After all, he had decided to go out, because he found himself forgetting what the sky looked like and losing track of the seasons, which was undeniably a sign of him slipping into insanity. It's not like he was born a little mixed up.

He was constantly avoiding Violet, yet yearning for and somehow always crossing paths with her- though he always found a nook to disappear into before she could see him. That was how she wanted things, after all.

Lately, he had decided the best way to do what she wanted and "go away", was to stay in the basement. He had Nora there, who would wail all the time, but at least she was some sort of company. And he felt like she was the only one who actually liked him. Surprise, surprise.

Whatever span of time was defined by lately, could only be guessed at. He often felt suspended in a dream-like state, barely realising what was going on around him.

The pictures from the past would come to him at times like that. Walking into school heavily armed. He was a fighter, a knight. Ridding the world of dirt. Or at least that's what it used to be like.

Something had changed in him. Instead of the euphoria, the satisfaction that he used to feel when thinking back to that day, there was an underlying sense of, not exactly remorse, but an uncomfortable feeling that gnawed at his subconscious. For the first time he saw the faces of the students, saw their eyes, all wide open, pleading him not to shoot. Like that changed anything.

And there she was, the subject of most of his thoughts. He couldn't understand. Well, he could, but he didn't want to. Sometimes Tate asked himself, if she also lay awake at night, wishing he was next to her.

He just wanted her to talk to him. Perhaps they could figure things out; be like before. The thought made him snort. Bullshit. Like that was possible.

She looked like what he imagined an angel would look like. His mum had told him about them back when he was younger and when she actually had time for him, because she wasn't busy sucking off their neighbour. He had quickly learned to hate her.

Then it suddenly hit Tate that he was standing out in the open, for anyone to see. For Violet to see. Hoping she hadn't caught a glimpse of him, he tried to disappear round the corner. He hated having to hide like this. It tore him up inside.

It fucking hurt.

A/N: This is my first chapter of a new fanfiction I have been thinking about for a while. Sorry about how short it is, I just want to test the waters a little (But don't worry I have the next chapter almost finished!). Please R&R, I would greatly appreciate it!