Hello Everybody! This is my first AHS fic. Tate and Violet are my favourite ship ever. They are the meaning of OTP for me. I also loved Zoe and Kyle, so this was just a cool way to merge them. In this fic Myrtle didn't burn at the stake. She's still around being fabulous! Enjoy!

Hexed:

Prologue:

Zoe Benson had not expected to spend her weekend like this.

She had not expected to end up in L.A. She had not expected to find herself staring up at some old, creepy, and apparently über haunted house contemplating whether or not to go in. She had not expected that the best, most important thing in her life would be at risk. But it was.

The air around her was cold. It targeted the few parts of exposed skin on her body and gnawed at it. She shifted some dead leaves around the pavement with her feet. Amongst their rustling she thought she heard a whisper.

You're gonna regret it.

Okay... creepy. But it was probably just the wind or her imagination or something that conjured the sound. No, that was stupid. With houses like these nothing was ever simple.

She thought about what had gotten her here and couldn't help, but shake her head at herself. It all felt too silly and terrifying. However it had happened. She had certainly not dreamed it. And now the fate of her relationship lay on her shoulders.

It had all started the previous morning. She was in the green house. Only Queenie, Cordelia, Myrtle, and herself were allowed in there now. Zoe spent a lot of time in there while Kyle was waiting over the girls. Since they had all come the green house was the only real quiet and peaceful place left in the academy.

...Which made it all the more startling when Myrtle came bursting through the door screaming out her name.

Zoe looked up with wide eyes to a frantic Myrtle rushing toward her. Zoe gulped anticipating what news she might be about to receive.

"What is it? Myrtle, are you okay?" she exclaimed.

"Oh Zoe! Oh dearest Zoe!" Myrtle cried, coming to a stop in front of Zoe. "How will you ever forgive me? I just placed it."

Myrtle took of her glasses and wiped tears from her eyes. Zoe knew she had probably ought to try and comfort Myrtle, but her curiosity and slight worry trumped her compassion.

"What is it?" she asked, trying to sound at least a little sympathetic.

"Many years ago I was in Los Angles visiting my sister-" Myrtle began.

"I didn't know you had a sister" Zoe said, cutting her off.

"Well, she's dead, you see" Myrtle explains. "Her ghost resides in Los Angles, in a large house where she used to work as a maid. This is a very nice house, my dear. But it is also a house of horrors!"

Myrtle huffed and shook her mane in disgust. Zoe waited for her to finish with the dramatics and continue.

"She was not the only ghost in this house." She told Zoe. "In fact, there were very many. The house is infested with them! There were two young souls there, just a little younger than you, by the names of Tate Langdon and Violet Harmon. They had been lovers once, but they were staying a part for foolish reasons that were beyond me."

Despite the guilty expression on Myrtle's face, a hint of pride was added to her exterior as she said this. Zoe was instantly worried.

"It upset me. Seeing two people who were so obviously in love with each other deny it with such determination. It was plain stupidity! I tried and tried to convince them to just be together, but they were absurdly stubborn. After a while I had to give up, but I was so furious with them for being so very unromantic and I was wound up after a falling out with my sister... so I may have put a hex on them." Myrtle said.

Zoe blinked.

"You what?" Zoe asked.

"I hexed them" Myrtle admitted. "The hex sent out a wave into the world. Now every few years doppelgangers are born and they are attracted to each other like magnets, but they all have as grim fates as Tate and Violet."

Violet sat and stared for a moment not knowing exactly what to say. Yes, it was quite the story, but what did it have to do with her? When she asked Myrtle this, Myrtle shook her head as if Zoe had said something stupid.

"Oh dearest Zoe, don't you see? You and Kyle are doppelgangers." Myrtle said. "It was no wonder you looked so familiar when I first came to collect you."

Zoe didn't know how to react. She just sat there unmoving, unblinking. Myrtle began to panic at her silence.

"Oh my dear, I am so very sorry. You must know that I never intended you and lover any harm. Zoe, I-" Myrtle babbled.

"Can you undo it?" Zoe interrupted her, not meeting her gaze.

Myrtle seemed to shrink and waited a moment before saying: "No."

Zoe's eyes filled with tears and she got up to storm out, but Myrtle grabbed her arm.

"Wait Zoe!" Myrtle begged. "I think there may be a way out of this."

They looked at each other for a moment before Zoe sat down in a way that said "I'm listening."Myrtle didn't need any other signs.

"The hex entailed that the lovers would have the same fate as Tate and Violets. If theirs were to change then so would yours." Myrtle said. "Do you understand my meaning?"

"You want me to go get them back together?" Zoe asked and Myrtle nodded, trying not to cry.

Zoe took a deep breath. She knew there was something about this Myrtle wasn't telling her. This was probably a lot more sinister than she was letting on, but somehow Zoe couldn't seem to care. Whatever Myrtle was sending her to was a chance and if that's all there was then she would take it.

"Okay" She said.

. . .

Standing outside the house, looking up at it was hard to feel that optimistic.

The house towered over her in a way that was somehow more intimidating than Ms. Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. Perhaps its creepiness came from the fact that it was infested with ghosts. Zoe had only had one experience with ghosts; Fiona's saxophone player. And that experience had not been a particularly good one.

But then Zoe wasn't going to let that get in her way. Not when she had Kyle in the back, front, and sides of head at all times. She would do this if it killed her. But that didn't mean she would find it particularly enjoyable.

Here we go she thought, before taking a deep breath and starting toward the house.

There you go! I hope you enjoyed that. Please do review! Reviews make my day!