Note: Hey so I've recently become obsessed with American Horror Story and I'm in love with Tate and Violet! Even though he's kinda crazy there's just something about them that's so tragic and beautiful. However I do wish they'd ended up together annnnd that's why I'm writing this. The story of the show is so complex and confusing with all the characters so hopefully I get everything right! Hope you like it!
Two hundred and thirty eight days. That's how long it had been since she'd spoken to him. Sure, logically Tate knew that he'd gone a lot longer than that without knowing Violet but come on...two hundred and thirty eight days of awkward eye contact and no words. Of watching her with Vivien and Ben and Moira and Jeffrey while he was stuck in with the other monsters in the house- Hayden, his brother, all the other souls that lived there in their malicious haunting ways. Shockingly enough, no one had joined them for some time. Thanks to everyone in the house figuring out the exact science of a performance that kept all potential new owners away, they were left to roam the house in peace most of the time. Well...most of them felt at peace. Tate however, did not. Day two thirty eight was especially difficult for some reason. What he didn't know, was that it felt that way to Violet too.
"I am so, so bored." Hayden announced from where she was lying on a couch in the living room. At night, when the Harmons and Moira had all retired to their rooms, everyone else took advantage of the empty space and lounged around downstairs.
"Why don't you go fuck and kill someone? You like that." Tate replied, annoyed. Since Ben had dusted her, all she did was hang around Tate. And he was sick of it. She grinned and rolled over, looking down at where he was sitting cross legged on the floor staring at a wall.
"You volunteering?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I've told you a million times, no. I'm in love with-" she cut him off and sat up, rolling her eyes.
"Yes I know! In love with Violet! Well guess what...she clearly doesn't love you back, Tate. And since we're gonna be here for the rest of eternity you might as well get laid don't you think?"
"She does love me. She said so herself." he replied, crossing his arms. Hayden let out a short laugh and stood up, walking past him.
"Kid, you're delusional." he frowned and stood up, heading for the attic.
"Where are you going?" Hayden asked, suddenly panicked.
"I'm gonna go play with Beau. He's probably bored. Go harass Travis or something." he said, before walking off, leaving her alone. She frowned and sighed, walking over to the kitchen and pulling out a phonebook. She picked up the phone that Marcy had her company pay for so she could take other calls while selling the house and dialed the number quickly.
"Hello? Yes I'd like to place an order for delivery." she said with a smirk.
"What'll you have?" the man on the line asked.
"Large cheese. Extra sausage. Please hurry...I'm famished."
Violet had always really liked sleep. She loved sleeping in, lying there with her music playing. The louder the music, the more soothing she found it. So the whole ghosts don't sleep thing wasn't exactly her favorite thing in the world. Without sleep there was too much time to think. And at night, her thoughts mostly drifted to Tate.
It was so hard, seeing him around. They lived together for crying out loud. And every time he looked at her with those big sad brown eyes, she found it harder and harder not to just forget everything and go back to him. But she couldn't. Not after the things he'd done. The school, those poor students. Her mother and brother that was his son. The lies. Of course thinking of these things took effort. Because when Tate crossed her mind, her thoughts automatically went to the countless long conversations, the feel of his lips against hers, the peacefulness between them when they were lying in her bed. The bad thoughts took effort. More and more effort every day.
She wasn't sure how long it had been since the last time they spoke but it had been a long time. So long. And as she sat on her computer that night, mindlessly watching movies something in her couldn't take it anymore. Without really thinking about what she was doing she got up and tip toed out of her room, which was now used as a model room when the house was shown, and down the stairs where she bumped right into Hayden.
"Jesus! You scared me!" Violet exclaimed, clasping a hand to her chest. Hayden snickered and rolled her eyes.
"Wow, one of the mighty has come down to socialize with us peasant ghosts?" she asked sarcastically.
"I'm looking for Tate, have you seen him?" Violet asked, ignoring the comment.
"Yeah he ran off cause I said you aren't in love with him." Hayden scoffed. Violet was about to respond when the phone in Hayden's hand rang and she picked up quickly.
"I'll come to the door." she said, before starting to walk off. Violet grabbed her arm.
"Where are you going? Who was that?" she asked.
"I got bored so I ordered a pizza." Hayden replied. Violet frowned in confusion.
"What?"
"I'm sick of the fact that the only eligible men around here are that poor lovesick psycho of yours and a bumbling idiot who thinks he's in love with an old lady. I need a playmate." She said, holding out a hand containing a knife.
"What the hell? You can't do that Hayden!" Violet exclaimed. Hayden just laughed and started towards the door.
"Watch me." But before she even took a step, Violet was out the door, standing in the lawn behind the pizza man.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. He jumped and turned around, she walked over trying to act casual as she took the box from him.
"I came out the side door. Thanks for this." she said, trying to get him out as fast as possible. He was about to answer when the door swung open to reveal Hayden looking angrily at Violet.
"Um...sure thing. That'll be fifteen bucks." he replied. Violet winced, they had money. It was just inside. With Hayden.
"Violet, run and get the nice man his money." Hayden cooed, fake innocently.
"Why don't you get it? I'm out." Violet replied.
"Get the money, Violet." Hayden said through clenched teeth. Violet glared at her but walked back inside and up to her room, grabbing some money before heading back downstairs. Only to find Hayden standing over the pizza man who was in a pool of his own blood.
"Hayden!" Violet screamed, running down the stairs and over to the man who was shuddering for breath.
"What the hell is going on?" Hayden's head whipped upwards to where Ben and Vivien had run out of their room.
"I'm stuck in this house and I'm horny. I improvised." Hayden replied, unapologetically. Ben and Vivien took off down the stairs coming over and trying to assist the man but it was clearly too late. The commotion had drawn everyone else out as well and now it seemed almost everyone in the house was in the foyer, talking and asking and yelling at the same time. Violet looked around and felt her eyes prick with tears. This poor man was here, dying, probably scared out of his mind and everyone was acting like they were watching the Emmy's or something. She turned quickly and took off, running down the hall until she got to the ladder leading to the attic. She quickly climbed the stairs as her vision blurred with tears before she ran smack into Tate.