Hey guys! Long-time no see! What's been happening with you because bloody hell school is a bust. Anyway I decided to write a new fan fiction with a Tate/OC. I don't think this is not a story for Violate shippers; but I'm one myself so you might like it. This takes place before the Harmon fambam moves in. Let me know what you guys think. I haven't wrote in a while (excuse you lildoll get it together) so forgive the rustiness of the writing.

Description:

Name: Elle Romanoff

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Description: Curly light brown hair; reaches lower back, creamy pale skin and grey eyes. Elle was also born blind.

Relationships: Elle does not have a close relationship with her father due to the death of her mother two years ago from a car accident. Her father; Peter was driving under the influence that night after picking up Kaitlyn; Elle's mother from her work office. Peter recently re-married to Annette and is also a qualified psychologist.

Something didn't feel right about this house.

It harvested something.

Something dark.

Something evil.

I felt the side of the car door open and my dad's hand grasping my own. I shook him off and placed my feet on the dirt covered pavement; feeling around for my cane.

"Here, Elle." Dad placed my cane in my hands and I silently nodded in thanks. You can probably already tell that my so called 'father' and I don't have a close relationship. Some call it 'rocky' but I call it bullshit; there basically isn't one anymore.

"Well isn't this amazing!" I cringed at the sound of Annette's shrill voice. "I'm so glad we moved here; aren't you Elle?" I could practically hear the smug smirk plastered on her Botox enforced face.

"Oh yeah, it's great." If I could see I would definitely be glaring at her right now. "I'm going inside to look around."

I heard my dad's footsteps shuffle towards me. "Honey are you sure? Maybe I should-,"

"I'm fine dad." I hissed. "It's not like being blind is something new to me. I've fucking lived with it for sixteen years; I think I can handle a new house." I stomped towards the mansion; cane in front of me as guide before I could listen to his incompetent lecture.

I felt my cane hit the base of the door so I grabbed for the brass doorknob that should be somewhere in front of me. Naturally; the giant door creaked ever so slightly as I pushed it open; letting the noise echo through the house.

"Creepy, fantastic." I muttered to myself as Annette and dad hauled their suitcases through the doorframe.

"According to the real estate agent; we have a house keeper. She apparently comes with the house." I bloody bet you Annette is celebrating within that tiny space which she calls her head. She hates cleaning. I turned my head towards the new set of footsteps that were coming from a new direction.

"Oh, you must be the house keeper." Annette shoved in front of me. "I'm Annette and this is my husband Peter."

"I am Moira O'Hara." The unknown woman's voice was rather proper; her age at a guess would probably over fifty years. "It is a pleasure to meet you both." There was an awkward pause for a few seconds until Moira spoke again. "Who is this?"

I felt a hand on my shoulder; which I had to refrain from shaking off. "This is my daughter Elle."

"It's nice to meet you." I whispered with a small smile.

"And you as well sweet child." I stepped forward towards the maid; careful not to hit her with my cane. Leaning it against my thigh; I used my two hands to find Moira's shoulders.

"May I touch your face?" I asked. "I know it must sound strange; but it's how I see."

"Elle; leave the woman alone and go upstairs." I heard Annette grit through her tobacco covered teeth.

"No, no. It is absolutely fine." Moira answered; and instead took my hands and placed them on her cheeks. I used my fingertips and grazed every crevice on her skin; noticing how her wrinkles crinkled as her lips and eyebrows moved. Her nose is pointed slightly at the bottom and her cheekbones are defined.

I removed my hands from her face. "Thank you Moira." I felt her grasp my hand.

"Come sweet child; I will show you to your room, if your parents allow it of course." I turned my head in my dads' direction, waiting for his approval.

"It's fine; I'll grab the rest of the bags." He replied and I heard it footsteps fade with the obnoxious clinking of Annette's heels. I swear I hear her mutter something about Moira dressing like a whore but I ignore it.

Moira led me through the hurdle of stairs and she was rather patient with my struggle; which I am thankful for.

"This is your room; it is a rather good size for your age."

"Thank you again; Moira. It's nice to make a new friend; I never really had any back in California." I mumbled the last part; embarrassed. Who would want to be friends with a loser; let alone a blind loser? I felt my way to the bed using the walls as a guide. I could feel the tickle of the loose wallpaper from under my fingertips. Must be old.

"You are a lovely girl Elle. You deserve more than to be stuck here." Moira spoke; subtly speaking with loathe. "I will leave you to rest; the drive must have been tiring."

I gave her a small smile and nodded; lying back on the soft bed. My grey irises began to grow tired and my body automatically curled under the covers of the thick blankets.

Sleep away your problems Elle.

Sleep is an escape.

Your only escape.

-0-

Tate brushed the stray curls that were scattered across the sleeping girl's face. He smirked as she wrinkled her nose; her sense's betraying his incognito stature. She resembled a kitten to the blond haired boy as she slept; innocent and hidden from the big bad world.

Hidden from him.

He knew she couldn't see; he could sense it as soon as she entered the hell bound mansion. There was something different about her; how her grey eyes pierced the walls without her even realising where she was looking.

"I'll keep you safe Elle."

So what did you guys think? Let me know in a review if I should continue with this story or not. Love you all!- Lildoll98