My tumblr friend Marissa (misguidedghostmarissaa) and I did not like the finale of AHS Season 1, so we decided to rewrite it. This is Part 1 of 2. It follows the episode but adds more details. Part 2 will be different from the episode. We hope that you enjoy! :)

Ben went next door to Constance's house to pick up the baby, who still remained nameless. He ignored Constance calling him Michael, the baby wasn't hers to name. He had called Vivien's sister to come and get the baby. Though he knew it wasn't the right thing to do, Ben was planning on taking his own life. He wanted so badly to be with his beautiful wife, to hug his daughter again. That baby wasn't his, he could tell just by looking at him. He belonged to whoever raped his wife. Why should he continue to stick around and raise a baby that wasn't even his?

Constance was running around the kitchen, trying to make sure the baby was fed in time for his nap. Ben knocked on the kitchen door before entering. "Oh, hello Dr. Harmon. I was just about to feed little Michael," she cooed. Ben fought the urge to snap at her.

"I came to get my baby," he insisted. Constance ran to the fridge and grabbed some formula. When she didn't answer his request, he persisted. "Vivien's sister is coming to get him and take him with her. I want my baby, Constance."

She stopped dead in her tracks. "Dr. Harmon, now you are a very intelligent man, but you are a very dumb one at that. You can not take this baby into that house. There are forces stronger than you and me, evil forces. They want to cause this baby harm. Do you understand, Dr. Harmon? The child is safest with me." Ben rolled his eyes and reached for the baby. "Those forces, they took your lovely wife away from you. And what about your sweet Violet? Did you buy a casket for her, too, Dr. Harmon? After all you have lived through, everything thing you have seen, how can you still be so blind?"

"I just want my baby, Constance!" he shouted back.

She stepped back. "I can't stop you, but mark my words, you will regret it."

Ben ignored her warning and grabbed the baby's carrier. He stopped when he noticed the picture of Tate and his sister Addie, smiling. All the memories came flooding back like a tidal wave, he now understood that Constance was Tate's mom.

"Where is he?" he growled.

"In a grave, where he's been for longer than he was alive."

Ben stepped closer to her. "When I leave this house, you better shut and lock the door behind me, and pray I never come back here." When he returned home, he laid the baby down for a nap and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Maybe the alcohol would give him enough strength to pull the trigger. He placed the gun barrel in his mouth and shed a tear.

Just as he began to put some pressure on the trigger, the baby started crying. He remembered that Vivien's sister wouldn't be home until the following day. It wasn't fair to the baby to leave him for an entire day. He placed the gun down on the table and decided to wait until the next day to do it. He picked the baby up and began rocking back and forth. The baby wasn't responding well so Ben laid the baby back down and headed to the kitchen for some formula.

Sitting on the barstool was Vivien and Moira. Vivien ducked down when she saw Ben enter the room. "He can't see you, dear." Vivien popped back up and added an "Oh, right." Moira took a sip of her tea. "Unless you want him to see you. Do you?"

"No! No, I want him to move on. I made Violet promise me she wouldn't let him see her, either. If he knew we were still here, he'd want to be with us. I'm afraid of what he might do in a moment of despair and that baby needs a father." She watched Ben grab the formula out of the fridge and head towards the microwave.

"No, Ben, not the microwave. Run it under warm water," she whispered. He stopped dead in his tracks, almost like he could hear her, and headed to the sink.

"Why do you always defend him?" Moira asked, not worried about being proper and crossing some invisible line now that Vivien was in everyway an equal now.

"Because, even despite his many flaws, he is a really good dad." She watched in awe as he fed the baby, burped him, and hummed him to sleep. She wanted so badly to hold that baby, to nurse him when he got hungry, wake up with him during the wee hours of the morning. Even though the baby wasn't Ben's, he was still a part of her and she wanted that part to live on with Ben's help. She could see Ben with the baby on his shoulders walking down the road. The image made her smile.

The Murder House was pretty quiet for having as many occupants as it did. Ben had cried himself to sleep after fighting with the fact that both Vivien and Violet were now dead and doomed to walk the house for eternity. Tate stood in the doorway and stared at Ben's sleeping, limp body. His arms crossed in front of his chest, leaning against the frame. IwantViolettobehappy.Shedeservestobehappyevenifit'snotwithme. Tate thought to himself. Violetworriesaboutherdad.Ifshedidn'thavetoworryabouthim,she'dbehappy.She'dsmileagain.

"Just do it already, Lurch," a voice spoke from behind him. Tate turned around to see Hayden. "Grow a pair and go kill your baby's granddaddy. Or I will. One way or another, he isn't leaving this house, ever." she added the threat. Tate looked back at Ben and let out a deep sigh.

Before he knew it, he was holding a pillow over Ben's face. "I'm sorry, Ben. I really don't want to hurt you, but I have to try and make things right with Violet. As long as she's happy. And you'll be with your wife, again," Tate whispered, trying to rationalize what he was doing. Ben's arms swung around, knocking the lamp and alarm clock off the nightstand. Tate began adding pressure to Ben's flailing body, waiting for him to take his last breath. Once Ben's body quit fighting, Tate fled the scene.

Tate glared at Hayden as he ran out the room. Hayden was standing in the shadows, watching Ben's lifeless body laying on the bed. She grew a large, smile on her face. "Now we have all the time in the world, Ben," she whispered and walked backwards until she blended into the dark. She walked down the hallway and into the baby's room. She stared at his little chubby cheeks and how peacefully he was sleeping. He really was perfect and she wanted that baby.

She placed both hands underneath him, trying not to wake the sleeping angel. She supported his little head and cuddled him close to her. Her left hand held her stomach. "I would've been a good mother," she mumbled to herself. "And I will be a good mother to you, little boy." She let an smirk play across her lips. "Better than that wife of his could ever do." She took the baby down into the basement and sat down in the rocking chair. She watched as he quietly drifted back to sleep.

The next morning Constance walked in the house to find it empty. She began looking for Ben and the baby when she stumbled across the bedroom. She stood at the foot of the bed. "You stupid son of a bitch," she repeated, over and over again, taking a huff from her lit cigarette.

Ben appeared behind her and stared at his dead body. "I can't believe someone killed me," his tone wasn't really anger, just shock.

She placed the cigarette between her lips, took a long, deep inhale and said, "Serves you right," as she exhaled the smoke in his face. Constance pushed past the shocked ghost and headed off to find the baby. Constance walked around the house, looking into every room to find the baby "Travis? Travis?" she called out into the corridor. From the kitchen entered her extremely attractive, yet deceased boy toy. He leaned on the doorframe, propped on his right arm above his head, his left hand in his pocket. "There you are, my wonderful Travis."

"What do you want, Constance?" he asked, a little annoyed with her lack of visits since he died. When she did walk over to The Murder House, she spent her time with one of her monster children, not him. Obviously she wanted something.

Constance smiled and stepped closer to him, extending her hand to touch his arm. He pulled away. "What's wrong with you, Travis?" She cocked her head to the side, ever so slightly.

He ignored her question. "What do you want?" he asked again.
She pulled her hand back and composed herself. "My grandson is missing. I believe one of these annoying ghosts has taken hold of him and I want to take him back home and raise him myself. " She began straightening her skirt that had a wrinkle on it. "This house is no place to raise that baby. He'll be eaten alive."

Travis stood up. "I agree. I believe I saw Hayden with a baby earlier. She was in the basement, rocking him to sleep. I don't know if she's still down there. But since Nora has her own, Hayden is the next best bet." He started down the hall. "I'll help you find him, for the baby's sake."

Constance stared at his back. "Thank you, Travis." He ignored her as they walked into the basement. Sitting in the empty room was Hayden, mindlessly rocking back and forth. Travis walked around the wall so he could get behind the rocker.

"Hayden, give me the baby."

Hayden never looked up, just stared at the baby. "Over my dead body, Grandma," she snapped.

Constance laughed slightly. "Oh, Hayden, we're so past that. The house of dead is no place to raise a baby."

Hayden looked up and smiled. "It is for this baby."

Constance looked at Travis and he pulled out a knife, held it to Hayden's neck, and cut. Blood began pouring out as she mumbled "Oh shit." He grabbed the baby, handed him over to Constance, and disappeared into the shadows.
She carried the baby out the front door, never to return again.

One Month Later—

Violet watched Marcy as she went around the house, making sure that everything was neat and in the right place. Violet smirked when she saw that Marcy was holding her mother's dog, Halley. Violet knew that she should not be hovering around Marcy, but she was so bored and curious to see who might move into the house next.

Marcy was showing the house today to a couple that was considering buying it. Marcy put on her big smile when she heard the doorbell ring. "Mr. and Mrs. Ramos! So nice to finally met you in person. Please come in." The couple that stepped through the threshold was young and vibrant. They seemed happy and in love, not faking everything like the Harmon family had went they came to look at the house. The woman's name was Stacey and her husband's name was Miguel. Marcy was quickly closing the front door when it collided with a solid object. A teenage boy, around the age of 18, popped his head out from around the door. His name was Gabriel.

"Please excuse my son. He is attached to that skateboard." Miguel smiled at Marcy and she smiled back. "Oh that is quite alright, just please do not get any marks on the hard wood."

Marcy continued to tour with the couple as Violet watched the son walk around. She followed him up the stairs and around the main hallway. The boy went back down the stairs when he heard Marcy telling the story about how Violet's family had died. "I don't believe in ghosts." The boy stated. Violet laughed quietly to herself. She was just as naïve and stupid when she first moved into this house, but this house will make you a believer.

When the parents continued the tour with Marcy, the boy stayed behind and began to skateboard around the house. Violet shook her head, knowing that he was going to upset the ghosts by doing that. She watched the twins walk in and push the boy off the skateboard. His head slammed against the hard wood, making Violet wince. The boy seemed scared for a moment before his father came into the room. Violet sat down on the staircase and watched the father and son interact. The father seemed so interested in his son's life. Violet wished that her father had been that way when she was alive. Maybe she would still be alive…

The family was sold on the house and decided to buy it right away. They moved in within the next week. All of the ghosts watched them as they got settled and changed the house to their liking. Violet was intrigued by the new guy and spent most of her time observing him. He had picked her old room to be his. How convenient.

Violet peeked around her old bedroom to see if Gabe was anywhere to be seen. He still had a lot of boxes to unpack. Sitting on the desk was his stereo and a box of CDs, she decided to snoop through his collection. She was sorely disgusted by his collection, how could anyone listen to that crap? Hadn't he heard of Nirvana? The Smiths? Morrissey? "What are you doing in my room?" a voice called from the doorway.

Violet turned to look at him, his CDs still in hand. "How do you listen to this shit? Haven't you heard of The Ramones?"

"Who are you?" Gabe asked, ignoring her insulting his musical taste.

Violet smiled. "A ghost of my former self." She swung his CDs around and he reached for them, commenting on how cold her hands were. "You know what they say: cold hands, warm heart." She threw his CDs into the box and the box tipped over. She hopped up on his bed and smiled.

"Could you leave? I kind of want to be alone." He motioned towards the door.

Violet looked over at the door and saw Tate watching them, "Are you sure you want to be alone? They say this house is… haunted," she said with a wink. She decided not to look back at Tate and see his reaction. She focused all of her attention on Gabe.

Stacey and Miguel were unpacking their kitchen when they suddenly became overwhelmed with lust for one another. "Are we going to Christen the house tonight?" she asked with a yearning tone and a wink. Miguel didn't even answer, just picked up his wife and sat her on the counter. He began stripping her of all her clothes and kissing her neck.

Vivien was watching the happy couple, remembering when that was her and Ben. She had a very happy smile across her face when Ben appeared next to her.

"Remember when that was us? When we couldn't keep our hands off each other? Before all the tragedy struck," she sighed longingly. Sure they could still be together intimately, but it was different. They were different.

During the kissing, Miguel mentioned how Gabe would be off at school next year, the two of them would have that big house all to themselves. Stacey caught on to his train of thought, they were going to make a baby, and tonight. "They can't have a baby, not in this house. This house isn't a place to raise a baby," Vivien mumbled to Ben. Ben nodded. "We have to get them out of here. We have to scare them."

Moira walked to the counter and agreed. "Some the souls in this house are miserable, vengeful spirits who want to inflict their fate on anything living. Then there are other souls trapped in here. Innocent, beautiful souls who never knew malice or anger. It's not fair that they're trapped in a place like this. We have to get them out of here."

Tate pulled up a chair to the end of Gabe's bed. He sat down and propped up his feet against the bed. He watched Gabe turn in his sleep. "Having a nice dream?" Gabe shot up in his bed when he heard another guy's voice. "Who the hell are you?" Gabe stared at the blonde teenager sitting at the end of his bed.

"I bet I know what you were dreaming about. I would dream about her too if I could dream. I barely even sleep these days. No rest for the wicked, ya know?" The look in Tate's face was hard and intimidating.

Gabe thought that he must be dreaming. "What? Who? What are you doing in my room?"

Tate ran his hands through his hair. His expression went from scary to sad and hurt within a matter of seconds. "This room. It used to be mine and then it was hers. We spent so much time in here. So many memories…" Tate's voice tapered off as he got lost in his memories of Violet.

"Uh, dude. What the hell are you talking about?" Gabe was convinced that either he was dreaming or someone from the insane asylum had escaped and was currently in his bedroom.

"Violet. I am talking about Violet. She was my girlfriend" Tate wiped away the tears that were beginning to drip down his cheeks.

"That freaky girl from before?"

Tate leaned forward in the chair. "What do you mean by freaky?" He growled at Gabe.

The look on Tate's face scared Gabe and he began to stutter. "Uh… nothing. She..

She seemed nice. She never said that she had a boyfriend."

Tate continued to cry. "We… we sorta broke up."

"Look, dude. Break ups suck, I get it. I won't make a move on her." Gabe could see that Tate was hurting, but he still thought that he was a crazy person.

Tate didn't speak for a minute, but then his face turned hard again. "You know… dude." He spat. "I don't think you do get it."

Gabe eyes grew wide. He was about to throw Tate out of his bedroom, but then he heard is his mother scream. He jumped out of his bed but was stopped from leaving the room by Tate. "Get out of my way!" He tried to push past Tate, but Tate threw him down to the floor. "I can't let you leave."

"Why are you doing this?" Gabe yelled.

Tate began pacing back and forth. "I could see how she looked at you. She liked you. You are a good guy right?" Tate looked down at Gabe. "You have a lot of friends? Play some sports? Make good grades?"

"What?" Gabe scooted backward on the floor whenever Tate walked closer to him.

"You make good grades right? You're smart?" Tate continued to move closer to Gabe until the boy on the floor was pressed against the desk.

"Uh, yea. I make average grades." Gabe was very confused as to what was going on.

"Good." Tate smiled and sighed. "Average is good. Normal is good. Violet deserves someone that is normal."

Gabe tried to stand again, but Tate pushed him back onto the ground. "I don't want to hurt you!" He yelled at Gabe. "But I am going to have to kill you." He grabbed a knife out of this pocket with one hand and placed his other hand around Gabe's throat. Tate raised the knife and moved to stab it into Gabe's chest, but his hand stopped right before he touched skin. Tate tried again and was stopped short. What was wrong with him? Tate looked into Gabe's eyes and could see his fear.

"Could you stop looking at me? Stand up and turn around!" Tate was crying and yelling. He grabbed Gabe and pulled him to his feet before turning him around so that his back was facing Tate. Tate grabbed one of Gabe's shoulders and placed the knife against the boy's neck. "I have to kill you so that she isn't alone for forever. She has to have someone!"

After Miguel got up from his bed, sleep walking just like Ben did before him, Stacey stirred in her bed. The dark Rubber Man figure stood in the doorway, watching her reach for her husband, but only feeling the bed. The figure slowly approached the sleeping woman and positioned himself on top of her. She opened her eyes and began screaming. She threw him off of her and onto the floor. "MIGUEL!" she screeched in terror. But nobody answered.

The figure started to get back up to its feet and lunge towards her. "MIGUEL!" she screamed as she ran down the hallway. No matter where she went, the figure followed her. She ran down the stairs, into the dining room only to come across a gruesome sight of a woman's body cut into two pieces. The body began talking to her. She ran terrified into the spare bathroom. The tub was full of water and a woman began to rise from the water, "Do you see what she did to me?" the ghost asked.

Stacey ran back out the bathroom, still calling for her husband to help her. She ran towards a wall that had the word run written on it in blood. She ran into the basement, but the Rubber Man figure trapped her. She was sobbing for her husband when he finally woke up and heeded her call. He followed her frantic voice into the basement where he saw the Rubber Man and began punching him.

Vivien walked into the light. "Ben! How could you? The new family isn't even here a week and you're trying to seduce her!" she shouted as she took the Rubber Man mask off him.

Stacey hid her face into Miguel's chest. "Who the hell are you people?" Miguel asked.

Vivien smiled. "He used to be my husband." She took a knife and stabbed him in the heart, ripping southward until he was like a zipper and his guts began spilling out. Miguel and Stacey stood in pure shock. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that!"

Ben groaned in pain before he took a pistol and shot Vivien in the middle of her head. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that," he said before the two of them fell to the floor.

After a few minutes, the stood back up. "This is what this house does to you. It messes with your brain. Get out of this house before it's too late," Vivien told Miguel and Stacey. The scared couple ran up the stairs and out the door. Vivien high-fived Ben. "Good shot," she noted.

He bowed. "Good slice. I don't think we have to worry about anybody using this suit again," he said as he wrapped his arm around Vivien's shoulder and they walked proudly up the stairs.

Tate had the knife pressed against Gabe's throat. He was about to slide it across Gabe's skin when he heard her voice. "Tate, stop. Put the knife down." Her voice had no emotion. It was strong and commanding.

Tate shook his head and let his tears fall freely from his eyes. "I can't. I am doing this for you. Everything I have done has been for you!" He was screaming and shaking Gabe back and forth. Gabe was making small crying noises. "I won't let you be alone, Violet. This is my fault, and I am trying to fix it." Tate steadied his hand again, trying to finish what he started.

"Not him, Tate." Violet's voice was a little bit more urgent when she spoke. She was worried that Tate would hurt Gabe. She did not feel anything toward Gabe, but the poor guy did not deserve to die in this prison.

"Then what do you want?" Tate screamed at her again.

Violet could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. No one had every asked her what she wanted. "I wanted you, Tate. I wanted to be with you for always."

Tate loosened his grip on Gabe and turned his head to the side so that he could see Violet. "You told me to go away, Violet."

Violet took a step toward Tate slowly. "I know… But I never got to say goodbye. I reacted without thinking. I'm sorry, Tate. Let me say goodbye to you like I should have the first time." She held her small hand out to him and pleaded with him with her eyes. He stared into her eyes for a moment before turning and placing the knife in her hand. She threw the knife behind her and took his large hand into hers. She tightened her grip on his hand and then motioned with her eyes to Gabe to tell him to leave. Gabe ran out of the room quickly.

"Vi, I am so sorry. I just want to make you happy." Violet brushed her fingers against Tate's cheeks, wiping his tears away. "Shh… Come here." She grabbed onto his neck and pulled his lips to hers. The kiss started off gentle but then Tate pulled her body flush against his and deepened the kiss. One of his hands rested on the small of her back and the other was tangled in her long hair. Violet kept her hands on either side of his face. Tate whined when she pulled away from his lips.

Violet could not bear to look into his eyes. She knew that if she did, she would lose all of her strength to finish what she started. She ran her thumb over his bottom lip. "I will always love you, Tate, but it's just too soon. Goodbye." Tate could hear her words echoing in his mind as he watched her disappear from his arms. He could still feel her lips on his. He could not hold in the sobs that wracked through his body. He felt the same way he did when he watched Violet die. How many times could he lose her before he completely lost himself?

Vivien, Ben, and Violet watched with pride as the Ramos family frantically ran to their car and pulled out the driveway. "There's just going to be another family, they won't know what they're getting themselves into," Vivien whispered with a smile.

"Yeah, but we'll know what to do," Ben chuckled.

Part 2 will be posted soon! It will definitely leave you wanting so much more ;)