So, recently I have become obsessed with American Horror Story. My friend saw a part of it online and thought it would be good to watch, so we gave it a go. Little did we know how weird and bizarre it was going to be. Some moments we had our mouths wide open in disgust. The weird thing was that it was so intriguing that we had to keep watching to see what happened next! Well, there was another reason for why we kept watching...Tate. Yes, I know people are going to say that it's sick to like him because he is psychotic and because of what he done, but at some moments I felt like I could relate to him (I'm not referring to the killings). He loved Violet so much and she shoved it back in his face. A lot of people who have been in love can probably relate to this. Now, I'm not saying what Violet done was wrong because I know that they couldn't have had a happy ever after, no matter how much I wished for that, so this was the only conclusion, and it was beautiful in a heart wrenching kind of way.

So, I decided to write this story as an extra part of the series because I fell in love with the characters and the dark and twisted genre of the show. Where the series ends, this story begins. And before we start I would like to say that, yes, this is a Tate and Violet story so all you Violate fans will hopefully enjoy this as much as I am enjoying writing it!:)

I hoped that in writing this I will be able to get AHS out of head for it is all I have managed to think about for the past few weeks. I have serious exams coming up in school which I really need to focus on instead, so getting this out of my system will hopefully do the trick in quieting it down in my mind just while I need to study, and then it can come back full force, I don't mind.

Anyway, saying all that, I hope you enjoy this story and I will more than appreciate any reviews. :)

I do not own any of the characters in this story in any way.

P.S I am not sure how long this story is going to be and I have to warn you in advance I am not someone who writes every single day for hours on end so it may take me a long time to update, but I will try and get this complete because I know how annoying it is to read a story and then the writer doesn't update for years.

Without You: This Is Me Without You~

Tate didn't know how long it had been since he had last seen Violet. Hell, he didn't even know how long it had been since anything these days. He had lost track of time ages ago. All he knew was that with every passing second the pain that retched against his unbeating heart only increased. Some days it would almost seem impossible to bear and no matter how hard he tried to block out his feelings, somehow they always weaved their way into his mind, the way Violet never failed to. He couldn't get her out of his head, goddammit! No matter how much he screamed, cried, or threw objects around, nothing would patch up the gaping hole that Violet had caused. How horrible it was to be already dead and no matter what you done you couldn't escape. No matter how many times Tate tried to kill himself there was always a way for him to come back, much to his displeasure. After all, how do you kill yourself when you are already dead?

The days seemed endless, each second more intolerable than the next. This was the greatest pain he had ever come across in his life. He felt no remorse for all the killings he had done, only the chocking hold of Violet's words which to this day echoed in his head. "You are the darkness." He sobbed through a laugh. How ironic was it that now he was becoming exactly what she had described him as. Living down in the basement. Alone. In the darkness. Another laugh choked by a cry escaped him. A sound which echoed eerily around the basement for no one but his own ears to hear. A crazy sound which fitted him perfectly.

Violet's mind battled with her heart. How was it possible to love someone so entirely, yet at the same time hate them with an undying passion? It wasn't normal. Nothing was normal anymore. Some days Violet wished that her family had never moved to the Murder House and she hadn't been the one to encourage them to move in, in the first place. She wished she could go back in time, back to that one specific moment and change her mind and tell them to keep looking for another house. A normal one. One without Tate in. Even though she had banished him she could still feel his presence. She wanted to let him back in so badly, but the constant reminders of the pain and sorrow he had caused her were too great for her to overcome. This was the right thing to do.

Constance marched through the door, her eyes bloodshot and wet. The door slammed against the wall from the force. "How dare you!" She screeched as she came to stand at the foot of the bed, the way Tate had once before.

Violet's body was positioned at the base of the scruffy, unmade bed, her knees tucked up to her chin which rested heavily upon them. Violet's vacant eyes flicked up to meet Constance's for a second before they returned to the same spot she had been staring at before she had been so rudely disturbed. The anger was clear in the old woman's eyes and frankly Violet didn't want to see what was about to happen. She didn't have the energy to watch the emotion that was about to explode from out of Constance.

"You evil little girl." Constance spat, her body shaking from the force of her seething emotions. "You've ruined him. Completely shattered him in two!" Her mouth was curled up into a vicious snarl as the words left her. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

When the question was left hanging Constance added. "I demand you go and speak to him now!"

Violet snorted and ignored the command.

Constance's nostrils flared and she carried on. "He is going crazy down there. He won't speak anymore. He won't even speak to me, his own mother!" A cry escaped her throat and her hand came up to cover her mouth as tears began to leak from the outsides of her eyes. "After everything I've done. After everything...you are the one to ruin him." She shook her head. "You. A mere girl." She chuckled slightly, crazed at the thought. "I thought it would be the leash the house has on him that would drive him into insanity, or maybe knowing that he is bound to this place, only able to leave one night a year, or even the thought of being dead, but no. A girl. You." She threw her hands up. "I told him to leave you alone. To forget about you and your family and let the other ghosts interfere with your lives, but he is such a stubborn boy. I should have known he wouldn't have listened to me. He never had when he was alive so why did I think he would now that he is dead?" The question was rhetorical, spoken more to herself than Violet. "And just when I thought he was starting to get better...when I thought those sessions with your father had healed him." Suddenly an angry shout left her mouth. "Do you not even have the decency to look at me while I talk to you?"

Violet didn't look up at Constance. After everything, why should she follow instructions from the woman who had created the one thing she hated most at this moment? Not that it was entirely Constance's fault for the outcome of Tate. Maybe he had always been crazy. Maybe there was nothing she could have done to prevent his insanity and either way he would have turned out the same way he was to this day, but a part of Violet couldn't help but blame Tate's actions on Constance. Right now it seemed like a very plausible idea and that was why she refused to follow the imperative commands Constance threw at her. Maybe, if she asked rather than demanded she would listen, but with the kind of attitude Constance was giving off, Violet was certainly not going to listen.

The silence only grew and it seemed along with it so did Constance's rage. She moved a step closer to the bed and grasped the edge leaning forward as if to advance her height and intimidate Violet. "This is your fault."

That caught Violet's attention. Her eyes moved from the spot she was staring at and looked up into the eyes of the woman trying to blame all of Tate's wrong doings on her.

"Tate did this to himself." She replied coolly, her mouth pronouncing the name she had sworn she wouldn't say again.

Constance didn't know how to respond to that. Her mouth opened but then closed again, rethinking her words. Her nostrils flared and her mouth flattened into a straight line before she spoke. "My son is a boy of many talents," She started, her tone one which implied she wasn't willing to accept any arguments. "And yes, I admit he is one of many imperfections too which may be his own responsibility, but you haven't exactly helped him overcome those errors have you?"

Violet raised her eyebrows, insulted and shocked. "That's not my job. As his mother don't you think you should be the one helping him with his problems?"

"As his girlfriend don't you think it is your responsibility too?"

"I am not his girlfriend." Violet bit out evenly.

"But you are the one he loves and if I am right in saying so, you love him too."

Violet shoulders raised in a quick dismissive shrug, ignoring the last part of Constance's sentence. "I never asked him to fall in love with me."

"And I'm sure Tate never asked for it either, but the heart wants what the heart wants regardless whether it will do the person any good or not."

Violet thought this over for a moment, a frown covering her face. She stayed quiet for she knew it was true. Neither she nor Tate had ever asked to fall in love with each other yet it had just happened.

Constance's stare was unsettling and Violet fidgeted on the spot, adjusting her legs into a more comfortable cross legged position. Her back rested against the hard metal of the bed and her head laid back against the wall, openly looking at Constance after she had decided to make eye contact.

Normally, Violet admitted the woman didn't look too bad in her old age. Her eyes were still quite youthful, despite approaching dark marks that came with older age, and considering Constance's past and current dilemmas, Violet thought she was aging fairly well. She was usually quite surprised that a woman who had gone through some many things in her life was still quite as radiant as Constance appeared to be.

Today though, something in Constance's face looked different, tighter and more withdrawn as if she had frequently skipped out on a couple of meals over the last couple of weeks. Violet didn't know whether it was because of the stress of emotions which affected her in this way, but her generally glowing skin looked paler and gaunt around her cheeks. Her eyes appeared flat and dead, no spark to lighten up her already dark browny orbs. Not only was it her face that had lost its youthful exterior it was the hair that framed her face that had also fallen flat against her skull. Her once fluffy, snowy white, delicately styled strands was messy and hung around her face in a way Violet had never seen before. Constance took interest in her appearance so it was unusual for Violet to see her so bare and scruffy.

"Look, I haven't come up here to expect you to forgive him, Violet. I just want you to talk to him." Violet waited for more. She still hadn't been told a proper reason to why she should do what Constance was asking of her. As if answering her mind Constance said "Make him see sense. Try to save him from the despair he is going through this very second."

"No."

Constance's head jolted back by Violet's harsh answer. She knew Violet wasn't a soft, weak, or overly compassionate sort of girl, but she didn't realize she would be so harsh. That angered Constance.

"Why not?" She bit back, her tone ringing with authority.

"After everything he has done do you really expect me to help him just like that?" A smirk made its way onto Violets face as if she couldn't believe just how stupid Constance's was being. "You cannot be serious."

"I am very serious. If you don't have the heart to go down there and help him then I thought very wrong of you."

"I don't care." Violet reached forward and grasped an object which lay between her bed sheets. She pulled it up onto her lap and fiddled with a pair of headphones before placing them in her ears. "Now if you don't mind I have things I need to do." Her thumb pressed play and she settled her head back against the wall, not that it was one of the most comfortable positions, but it would make do for now. The music started to play for a couple of seconds, vibrating nicely into her eardrums, before it was suddenly cut off and she felt her earphones be tugged violently out of her ears. Violet's eyes flew open just in time to see her beloved iPod smash into the wall and drop with a "thud" to the, thankfully, carpeted floor.

"What the hell are you doing?" Violet screeched up to Constance who was staring down at her with wide, seething eyes.

"You vile girl." Her long nail pointed accusingly at her. "How can you be so blind? Tate needs help and he needs it from you!"

"It is not my job to be a therapist for your own son. My dad tried that himself and look how that didn't help."

"It did help! Don't you see? You are the one who made Tate go crazy again. He was fine before you went and broke his heart."

"Bullshit." Violet laughed out. "You really think those sessions helped him? You really think I was the one who turned him back to being crazy?" Another laugh escaped her. "The sessions never helped him, Tate never got better, and I wasn't the one who turned him that way. He has always been crazy," Violet paused "And deep down inside you know that, so you go around trying to make up excuses or reasons for his insanity just so you don't have to take the blame yourself, but I will not be blamed for something that isn't my fault. I may have broken his heart, which on the contrary can turn you slightly crazy, but not crazy to the extent that Tate is. This is his own problem that neither I, nor you, nor any bloody therapist, can fix!"

Constance stared at Violet, her nostrils flaring at times when she disliked the words that Violet spoke.

"If you really wanted to help Tate then you would just accept him for how he is and move on; there is nothing you can do." Violet pushed herself up off of the bed and went to move around Constance, but a hand shot out and grabbed Violet's arm jolting her back roughly.

"Get your claws off me!" Violet growled angrily at Constance whose grip only tightened in response. Her nails dug painfully into Violets skin bound to leave behind raw indents when she let go.

"I'm not finished with you yet. You go down there and talk to him now!"

Violet pulled roughly out of Constance's grip. "Crazy bitch!" She screeched as she moved quickly from Constance and over to the other side of the room where she picked up her ever so slightly more battered iPod. She rubbed her arm while she went, trying to soothe the skin where Constance's nails had dug into, and was relieved when she saw her iPod still in full contact. The shiny back had a small chip, but it was barely anything considering there were already numerous scratches adorning it. "You're lucky you didn't break my iPod otherwise you'd be paying to get me a new one." She clicked on the screen just to test whether it still worked before giving Constance a glare.

Violet moved back to the bed, this time making sure to get in the side opposite to where Constance was standing. She perched herself on the edge of her bed and grabbed a book off her bedside table before flicking through, making sure to ignore the only other presence in the room. The book was the same one she had been reading the night Tate had declared his love for her and the thoughts made her mood drop even lower. Pictures of birds filled the pages as she turned them over attentively. When she turned back to the front to pull out the piece of card with the people names on that had checked out the book, her eyes sought out the only name she was interested in seeing. The card slid out easily and there scrawled in his familiar, original hand writing was Tate's name. She stared at the name in awe and slowly ran her fingertips across the writing relishing in the fact that he too had once held this book in his own hands. His skin had touched the corners of the pages just in the same way hers were doing now. It was hard to imagine. A small sigh left her.

Constance knew Violet wanted her to leave, but she wasn't going to give in. Her head rose slightly with the new determination that flooded through her and she quickly tried to abolish the anger which had taken over her body. It was clear Violet was not going to be so easily persuaded into talking to Tate and Constance nearly gave up right there and then, but something held her back. Some small voice that nagged at the back of her brain telling her to stay in place and plead Violet one last time because it knew otherwise she would regret it later. Her hands hung loosely at her sides as she watched Violet look through the book her son had always loved picking out from the library before he had died.

He had always been interested in birds ever since he was a little boy and she remembered the times when he had run squealing with happiness around the garden at the birds flying above his head and into the trees not far off from the house. The memories were ones Constance truly treasured. Those times had been happier, when things had been simple and more enjoyable. She remembered his usually pale cheeks used to be rosy and flushed with the new excitement of these new creatures with furry wings that he was discovering. The love he had held for these creatures were evident in the sparkles of his warm, chocolate, baby eyes as his tiny outstretched hands pointed up to the birds above.

Tears warmed Constance's eyes some way through her reminiscing and before she knew it one had leaked over the edge and was falling smoothly down the curves of her cheeks, dropping slowly like a fallen leaf gliding to the ground. She didn't know exactly what had brought it on, either the memories of Tate as a child or maybe it was the sense of emotions that hit her because she suddenly realized just how drastically her life had changed over the years. Her husband had cheated on her resulting her to killing him, her children were dead, and one of them was a psychotic ghost, trapped in the house for all eternity, suffering in the darkness of the basement for the love he longed for from the girl sat right in front of her. Tears duplicated in her eyes before following the path of the previous droplet. A sob broke from Constance's mouth as she stared at Violet and the book, the memories serving to be too much for her to handle.

"I don't know where everything went wrong." She admitted out loud. "All of his beauty to be wasted by the cruelness that fills him inside." Her words were about Tate. "Why, does he have to be a monster? Why can't he make use of the potential he has been granted with?" Her head shook as she spoke. "What did I do to deserve this? I never did anything wrong... Never committed any sin before I got pregnant so why have I given birth to such children?"

Violet heard the words, but her eyes stayed trained on the pages of the book.

"I need him Violet." Constance whispered. "I need my Tate. I know sometimes..." Her voice waved and she took a deep breath to steady herself. "Sometimes I don't show concern like other mothers do, but I do love him. I really do." Her voice broke on the last words.

Violet was not moved by her words, neither was she affected by the amount of emotion that laced Constance's tone. Her eyes lifted to stare neutrally at Constance's face, watching while the woman tried to get herself together.

"If you have any decency left in you then you will at least talk to him. Please Violet I beg of you...and I never beg anyone!" A droplet fell from Constance's eyes as she laughed, an unhappy sound, at the stupidity she felt by having to resort to begging. She had never begged in her entire life. "I know he hasn't been the best person in the world and I know that I never really showed affection towards him, but he is my son and I love him. I don't want him to suffer for eternity."

The room was quiet, still, as Constance stared at Violet, yet she didn't move. Sobs racked Constance's chest at the answering silence of Violet. "Please...He is one of the only things I have left." She whispered "I've already lost my beautiful Addie...Don't let me loose him." A heart breaking noise left her throat and she dropped to the floor like a pile of bones, crashing onto her knees which were unable to support her now frail body. The waves of emotion flooded her, the feeling of hopelessness. Desperation. Despair.

Violet watched as the woman's body sunk and then clasped the edge of the bed as if in search of something to hold onto for some kind of support. Her fingernails, Violet noticed, were dented, the paint starting to etch away in need of a redo. A sense of sympathy did manage to seep into Violet at the sight that presented itself before her. After all, Violet wasn't totally uncaring and the display of grief and suffering did pull slightly on the strings of Violets heart. It was clear to see that Constance was telling the truth and this wasn't some kind of selfish act or a favour she was accomplishing for Tate. This truly was what Constance was like when she showed her true emotions.

"Okay, okay." Violet sighed softly trying to quiet Constance's cries. She got off the bed after closing the book with a quick snap and walked around the edge to view the crumpled mess that was Constance. She bent down until her head was at Constance's height and stared into her eyes. "I will try," She started. "I can't promise anything or say that I will be able to forgive him... but I will try."

That was all Constance needed. The answering smile that Constance managed to give did little to make Violet feel any better though. She now had to face Tate and that was truly going to be a big test on its own.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Hopefully Chapter 2 will be on its way regarding there is anyone who wants to keep reading...let me know:)