Violet Harmon had just moved. She went from living in the Murder House in L.A to a 2 story house in Atlanta. When their car pulled up in front of their new home, Violet felt a sudden rush of relief. She was finally away from the sex-crazed, masochistic, and yet, some caring spirits that roamed the dark halls of 1120 WesterChester Place. The only one that Violet was fond of, was Tate Langdon. A tall, blonde, boy about her age. The two of them were in love and when Violet moved away, Tate was left behind. These spirits were trapped in this house and could never leave. The only day the spirits could go out was on Halloween. The shorter girl missed connecting with her lovers deep brown eyes. Snapping out of her glassy daze, Violet took her brown, tasseled bag from the floor of the car and swung it over her shoulder.
She stepped out of the car and into the humid Atlanta air. Walking to the trunk, she pulled out a black suitcase and dragged it up the concrete stairs. This house was very light, unlike WesterChester. The vibe in this house was safer. Violet never felt safe. As she began to search the house for a new room (Since she was granted first pick), Violet came across a decent sized room. Violet had dibs on this one. The room had a cream shade on its walls and the floor was a light brown wood. To the left of the room there was a large window. Across from her, was another window belonging to her neighbor. I wonder who lives next to us. There was a loud bang as she let her suitcase drop to the floor. There was already a lot of furniture in the house from the previous owners. The sales woman had said that the owners had just wanted to start new, leaving all their previous furniture behind, except for some personal belongings.
The furniture left in Violet's room consisted of a black canopy bed, a deep black closet and a black mirror. Luckily, they had brought their old furniture so Violet could add her old stuff. She sighed and picked up her suitcase, throwing it onto the bed. Unpacking around 3 suitcases took up most of her day and it was around 6:30pm by the time she had finished. She was just so happy to finally be there since she had been in the car for approximately 32 hours and 17 minutes.
She had heard footsteps as her mother, Vivian, came in through the door. "Honey, open the window it's very hot in here." Violet disagreed mentally but rolled her eyes and opened the window anyway. "Beautiful choice, Vi." Her mother commented as her eyes wandered around the room. "Thanks" She replied without any emotion. She wasn't happy about leaving her old house. She wanted to be back home with Tate. She felt her mother's eyes burning into her back for a good 5 minutes before she heard her leave. Violet exhaled deeply before shutting her door and walking to her open window.
Violet looked down at her phone to see a picture of her and Tate, she sighed and looked back up, only to be greeted by a pair of eyes. She gasped at the suddenness of the appearance. There was a girl, around maybe 15 or 16, standing at the other window. She had dark brown hair that only reached her shoulders and blue-gray eyes that pierced through Violet. She looked so innocent but in her eyes there was hurt and pain. She looked as if she was longing to be set free from something. She was bony and had almost paper white skin, Violet thought that if someone touched her, she would break into small pieces. She reminds me of a porcelain doll.
"Hey" Violet started awkwardly. "Hello" the smaller girl replied. "I'm Violet, your new neighbor. What's your name?" She said shifting her weight to her left leg. "Brooklyn. Nice to meet you, Violet" The porcelain girl answered quietly yet loud enough for her voice to carry to the other house. "So where are you from?" "Well I left L.A and came here. I used to live in the uh….Murder House." "Oh so YOU were the family that lived there and survived." "Well I was barely alive going in." Violet joked. Brooklyn laughed. Her laugh was soft and sweet like a song. Her voice was angelic. This girl is way too perfect.
When the two of them stopped laughing, Violet and Brooklyn locked eyes for what seemed like eternity. When their eyes broke contact, Violet spoke up. "You look so familiar. Do I know you?" As soon as she ended her question, her cell phone vibrated. It was a text from Tate! She excitedly replied to his message, looking down at her phone. "Only if you've associated with the dead." Brooklyn said, voice quiet yet stern, Violet's heart stopped for a second. She looked up from her phone quickly, only to see that Brooklyn was gone. Violet thought that she had gotten away from this. She was wrong.
Okay so this was my first AHS fanfic! Should I keep going with it?