Disclaimer: I don't own AHS or FX. Boo me.
Things to know: This story is extremely AU. Tate & Violet are both alive, and the timeline and setting will be completely different from season 1.
Warnings: This is rated M for dark themes, sexual content, dub-con, drug use, some violence, and language.
VPOV
2012
Shit! I'm going to be late! Violet thought to herself as she flew down the stairs of her house.
It was already 8am, and school was about to start in 5 minutes. Violet never cared about school, but this day was her first day back to school after being suspended for fighting.
She had gotten in a fight a couple of weeks ago with Leah, the resident slut at Westfield High. Leah had it in for Violet ever since middle school, and Violet never backed down from a fight. Violet didn't understand why Leah hated her, but whatever. High school was just a blip in her timeline, and so Violet just pretty much kept to herself and her few friends unless Leah and her bitch squad forced her hand.
As Violet entered her car and started it, she realized she forgot her phone in the house. "God Damn It!" Violet exclaimed to herself before running back into the house to retrieve her phone. Once she made it back into her car, she pulled away from the curb, and drove down the road. Before she could make the turn that would take her to the street her school was on, she heard a click before something hard was pressed to the back of her head.
"Don't make a sound. If you do, I'll drill a bullet into your head," a masculine voice said in her ear.
Violet felt terror claw it's way up her throat when she realized there was someone in her car with a gun to her head. She quickly darted her eyes to the rearview mirror and she couldn't believe what she saw.
"Oh my God . . . Tate!" Violet whispered as she slowed down to stop at a stop sign. When she stopped, Tate climbed over to the front passenger side of the car, all the while keeping the gun on her.
"Make a left here, and take 101 south," Tate said as he moved the gun from her head to her ribs.
Violet's thoughts became chaotic as she tried to think. Tate was her neighbor, and at one time they were childhood friends. Once they hit middle school they stopped being friends. Violet thought it was because they started hanging out with different kids, and really, boys and girls just didn't play together anymore once they hit puberty.
She would see him around, they were neighbors after all, but they were just not cut from the same cloth, as her father liked to say. But it's not like she had anything against Tate. It's more like they just didn't hang out in the same crowd.
Violet felt her body go numb but at the same time her arms and legs started to tremble. What the fuck is happening? Why is Tate doing this? Violet questioned herself, afraid to ask the questions out loud.
Once they made it on the freeway, Tate seemed to relax a little, and he drew the gun away from her ribs, although the gun was still cocked and pointed at her. Violet heard him let out a deep sigh and out of the corner of her eye she saw as he rubbed his free hand over his face. He seemed hyped up and tired at the same time.
After driving down the freeway in complete silence for about 10 minutes, Violet finally asked, "Where are we going?"
Tate seemed to have forgotten she was there because he jumped a little at the sound of her voice, causing Violet to have a mini heart attack thinking he was going to pull the trigger of the gun by accident. When she didn't feel any pain or hear the sound of the gun go off, Violet relaxed the death grip she had on the steering wheel.
"We're going to San Diego," Tate muttered as he turned to look at her.
She could feel his intense gaze as she drove which made her extremely nervous. Since the gun was still pointed at her, she knew it would be stupid if she did anything to try to get out of this mess. Thinking past the panic that was clouding her brain, Violet realized her best chance to escape Tate would be once they made it to San Diego. What she didn't understand was why Tate felt the need to hold a gun to her.
The drive to San Diego would take a couple of hours, and since it didn't seem like there would be any conversation coming from Tate, Violet let her mind drift off. She needed to think about something else besides her current situation, otherwise she would go crazy.
2001
" . . . eighteen, nineteen, twenty! Ready or not, here I come!" Violet yelled as she uncovered her eyes.
Violet was six years old and the new kid in the neighborhood. Her family had just moved to L.A. from Boston, and Violet didn't expect to make friends so quickly. Lucky for her the neighborhood had kids close to her age. Her next door neighbor had two kids, a boy named Tate who was seven and a girl named Adelaide who was older but Violet didn't know how old because Addie would never say her age. Then there were a couple of kids that lived a few houses down, a boy named Gabe and a girl named Chloe who were both seven like Tate. Violet was the youngest and she was happy that they included her in the group since they had all already known each other forever.
It didn't occur to Violet until a few years later that they wanted to make friends with her because she lived in the Murder House and they were all curious about how the house would look like inside. So that is how the neighborhood kids found themselves at Violet's house playing hide and seek. The house was big enough that there were plenty of places to hide without having to go outside for hiding places. Violet was "it", and she preferred it that way.
Violet found Gabe hiding in the kitchen pantry, she found Addie hiding behind the living room curtain, and she found Chloe hiding under Violet's bed. Tate was the last one hiding, and the other kids didn't want to help Violet find him. They wanted to play with Violet's brand new Nintendo GameCube, so she left them in her room while she continued to search for Tate.
She searched every room, the attic, and she even glanced outside. Tate was nowhere to be found. So that left the basement. Even though Violet and her parents have lived in the house for about a month now, Violet had never went down to the basement. She wasn't scared, but every time she passed the door that led into the basement, she felt a weird tingle go down her spine. But since Violet had looked everywhere else, the basement was the only place Tate could be.
Violet made her way over to the door to the basement, turned on the light, and slowly walked down the stairs.
"Tate? Are you down there?" Violet called out.
She heard shuffling somewhere down at the bottom of the stairs, so Violet picked up her pace hoping to catch Tate. Once she made it to the bottom, there was no one there. Violet immediately felt goose bumps crawl down her arms as the cold, damp air hit her body. The light did nothing to brighten up the darkness and instead caused eerie shadows to form on the walls and floor of the room. It was a large room, and Violet could see there were actually multiple rooms in the basement. There was also a lot of stuff down there, but Violet didn't want to explore. All she wanted to do was find Tate and go back upstairs.
Violet walked further into the room and started looking for Tate. I'm only going to look for a minute and then I'm going back upstairs, Violet told herself.
Suddenly Violet was grabbed from behind and she screamed.
"Gottcha!"
Violet stopped screaming when she recognized Tate's voice. Violet got mad and pulled herself away from Tate when she heard him laughing.
"You should have seen the look on your face!" Tate said in between his fits of laughter.
Violet narrowed her eyes at Tate and curled her tiny fists.
"You're mean!" Violet yelled before running past Tate to head back upstairs.
Before she made it to the stairs, Violet tripped and fell, scraping her knee in the process.
"Oh Shit! Violet! Are you okay?" Tate said as he stopped laughing and ran over to her.
Violet looked up at him with her big, brown eyes.
"You said the S word," she said and momentarily forgot the pain in her knee.
Tate grinned and crouched down in front of her and said, "Don't tell on me. Let me look at your knee."
Violet looked down at her knee and noticed it was bleeding. It didn't really hurt, but she knew she needed a bandaid. Tate wiped off the blood with the sleeve of his flannel. When her knee immediately stared bleeding again, Tate sighed, stood up and took his flannel off.
"What are you doing?" Violet asked.
"I'm going to tie this around your knee until your mom could put a bandaid on it," Tate replied.
When Tate finished tying his flannel around Violet's knee, he helped her stand up. Violet tested her walk, and decided she liked walking around with the bulky flannel tied around her knee. She thought it made her walk like a pirate. Once Tate & Violet made their way back upstairs, Violet tapped Tate on the shoulder. He looked back at her with a raised brow.
"Thank you," Violet said.
Tate rolled his eyes, but not before he could hide his smile. "C'mon. Let's go find your mom," Tate said and grabbed her wrist to pull her along.
2012
"Take this exit," Tate said breaking into Violet's thoughts.
Violet noticed they were in San Diego now, and she got excited realizing that her escape was imminent.
"We need to get gas, so pull into the nearest gas station."
This confused Violet because she thought San Diego was their final destination.
"Um, I thought you just wanted to go to San Diego."
"No, we're going to Mexico."
"Wait, What!? I can't go to Mexico! I don't even have a passport!" Violet exclaimed, her panic back in full effect.
"Just shut up and pull into the nearest gas station!" Tate yelled pushing the gun into Violet's ribs again.
Violet pulled into an Arco gas station and started thinking frantically. This was her only chance to escape. Tate couldn't hold the gun to her and pump gas at the same time. Someone would notice. All she had to do was run as soon as Tate got out of the car.
As Violet pulled to a stop near one of the pumps, she felt her palms get sweaty and adrenaline pump through her system, getting ready to run.
"I'm not stupid, Violet," Tate said as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket. He quickly cuffed one of her hands to the steering wheel and said, "Don't even think about honking the horn either. I have no problem shooting you through the window before shooting myself."
Violet stared into Tate's eyes and felt her own eyes tear up with fear and frustration. She believed Tate would do exactly what he said.
Tate got out of the car and started pumping gas. He opened the door to the back seat of her car and Violet turned around to see what he was going to get. She noticed two big duffle bags on the floor and a red gasoline tank. Tate grabbed the red gasoline tank and pumped gas into that as well. When he was done, he got back into the passenger side of the car, covertly took the gun from where he hid it at his ankle, and casually pointed it towards her again.
"Now, we're going to Mexico. Give me your phone. Don't do anything stupid and you'll get out of this okay, understand?" Tate said as he looked at her.
Violet took her phone out of her pocket and handed it over to him. She stared at the boy in front of her. He still had the messy blonde curls that he sported when he was younger, but there was something different about his eyes. They were always a dark brown, but now they almost looked black. Violet saw the boyish features in the young man before her. She always thought Tate was cute, and if truth be told, she even had a crush on him when they were kids. Regardless, he still looked like the Tate she knew. He didn't look sinister and any passerby would think he was just an attractive teenager out on a drive with his girl.
"Understand?!" Tate yelled when Violet didn't answer.
Violet jumped and quickly nodded her head.
"Good, now drive," Tate said and Violet complied, realizing too late that she could have texted someone for help.
A/N: Okay, so I have this idea, but I haven't fully outlined the story, so I don't know how long this story will be. I think I'll just write as I go along. Please read & review! :)