Ok, so here's attempt number 2 for an American Horror Story fic. As much as it pains me to tell you all this, but I do not, in fact, own AHS. If I did then there would be more Tate/Violet-y goodness, and copious amounts of time would be spent torturing Hayden within an inch of her afterlife. So! without further delay here we go!

"You shouldn't keep sneaking in here, Addie."

The girl in question jumped slightly, "Oh, hi Tate."

Tate slowly walked out of the shadows towards the living girl. He stepped in the light cast through the open basement door and smiled. "Doctor and Mrs. Harmon won't like it if they catch you in here again."

"Then I won't let them see me."

Still smiling, Tate shook his head at Addie's simple answer. "Why are you here anyway?"

"I need to talk to Violet."

"Really? Is that so?" he asked with an arched eyebrow. "What do you need Violet for?"

"I need her to help me with my Halloween costume."

"And what are you going to be this year? Mom isn't going to make you be Snoopy again?"

"I don't wanna be Snoopy again. I'm Snoopy every year."

"Then what are you going to be?"

"I'm gonna be a pretty girl, like Violet," stated Addie as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Tate's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before he grinned at his sister, "That sounds like a good idea."

"You think she's pretty too, don't you?"

"What?" said Tate in surprise.

"Violet; you think she's pretty."

Tate could only stare, speechless, at Addie.

"You don't have to say anything. You do; I can tell."

The stunned silence lasted a second more before Tate burst into joyous laughter. He reached out to give Addie a very brief hug. "You always were my favorite sibling."

"Of course I am, but that doesn't mean that you can get all mushy on me."

"Of course not." He backed away a step. "Let me know if you find anything that scares her. I've been trying but nothing seems to work." As he spoke, Tate began walking slowly back into the shadows.

Addie laughed. "Like I would tell you."

Again, Tate found himself laughing happily, something that he seemed to be doing more of since the Harmons, or at least Violet, moved in. "Fine, don't tell me, but don't let yourself get caught either."

*********Tate POV********

I watched quietly from the corner of the room as Violet helped Addie do her hair and makeup for her Halloween costume. I'm not particularly worried about being seen. No one ever sees me when I don't want them to; it's a trick that I mastered a long time ago. I can't believe that some of the people here think that making yourself invisible is so fucking amazing…I leaned casually against the dresser, careful not to move anything or make noise. She's good with her….most people just write Addie off or get mad at her…

Curiously, I watched for several more minutes while violet and Addie had their "girl time." It made me smile when Violet told Addie that she was a virgin without batting an eye, but I frowned a moment later when Addie proudly claimed that she wasn't. When the hell did that happen? What can I say? She may not be a kid anymore, but she is still my sister, and I do have a bit of a protective streak (excluding my mother, of course).

After several more minutes of idle chit-chat Addie declared that it was time to go home and show mom, and her newest boy toy her new look. Violet just smiled and followed her out the door. Just to be safe, I remained motionless next to the dresser for another minute or so after they left. Violet didn't need to know I was here just yet. When she didn't return I allowed myself to slide back into the visible spectrum, and sit down on her bed. I should tell her…She's so much different then everyone else. I flopped backwards onto the bed. It's just three words. It can't possibly be that hard to tell her that I love her…Fuck, who am I kidding? Of course it's going to be hard. It's not like I've ever had a reason to, or even wanted to say it to anyone except Addie, or Beau. Then there's the whole being dead thing…Yeah; that would go over well. "Hey Violet. I love you. Oh and guess what; I'm dead. I hope that doesn't freak you out too much."

I leaned up to look around the room in hopes of finding something that would spark some kind of epiphany. My eyes landed on the chalk board that dominated a large portion of the wall across from her bed. I could write it there….. I stood up and walked over to stand in front of the blank chalkboard. For several long moments I glared at the chalk, willing it to write the words without my assistance. However, the chalk remained stubbornly motionless.

Slowly, I reached for the chalk, but my hand hesitated above the small white stick. No. I withdrew my hand. Not tonight. There are some things that she should know first, and if I tell her now then she might leave. I have to be sure that she won't leave me.

A small part of me knew that there was one way to make sure that she never could leave me. I shook my head violently to rid myself of that thought. No. I love her. I WON'T do that to her. I wouldn't wish this fate on anyone, least of all her. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that she isn't stuck here like I am.

With that final thought I allowed myself to rejoin the shadows that reigned over this corner of hell.

And there you have it peoplels. Like? Yes? No? If no one hates it then I think that I may have to continue this little experiment with AHS. Sometimes Glee just isn't enough to satisfy the little horror loving demon that sits on my shoulder and stuffs my ears with plot bunnies. Until next time! DLF