Title: Beacon In The Dark

Rating: T for now though it may change later on.

Pairing: Violet and Tate

Summary: After and interesting conversation with Travis, Violet starts to see things with Tate in a different light. She has to decide where to go from this point on.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything from American Horror Story!

AN: This just popped in to my head and I decided to write it. I am sorry if there are mistakes and characters are OOC, but this is only my second story for this fandom. It started out as a one-shot, but I am going to do a few more chapters I think. It won't be very long or detailed. If you have something you want to see happen them please feel free to leave your ideas in a review or send me a PM.

The cries of my baby brother, who would remain a baby for the rest of eternity thanks to this house of death, could be heard echoing on the walls even from the basement where I found myself spending most of my time. Don't get me wrong because I love my brother, he is a cute kid, but even dead that little guy had a set of lungs on him. There was only so much I could take and I'd had my fill for today.

Usually I would have hidden myself in what had been my bedroom when I was still alive and yet lately when I was there all I could do was think of Tate. We had spent a lot of time together in that room, both good and bad, and even though I had told him to go away I knew he could still come back when he wanted. The basement was usually where he hung out and I took a huge risk coming down here, but even if he was here he wasn't showing himself. I'm not quite sure if I am saddened by this fact or not. I had told him to stay away and he was so I should be over the moon right?

Shaking my head I pushed all thoughts of Tate from my mind. I had come down here to see if Travis wanted to play go fish or something. Out of all the ghosts in murder house, Travis was the one I actually had no problem with. He wasn't a bad guy, he had horrible taste in women, but other than that and being short a few crayons from a full box, he actually wasn't so bad. Sometimes we would play cards or candy land; We tried to play scrabble once though it didn't go as planned and I ended up frustrated when he kept asking me how to spell certain words. Since then we stuck to games I was sure he could handle without much hassle.

Once I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw Travis sitting in the middle of the floor shuffling a pack of cards. At first I thought he may have been waiting for me, but then I caught a flash of blond from the corner of my eye before it disappeared completely. "Was that-"

"Tate, yeah it was, we were playing rummy." Travis answered my question before I had even finished asking it. "If I had known you'd be coming down I would've sent him away, but the dude looked so sad I decided to give him a break."

"He doesn't deserve it." I mumbled sitting down across from him and taking the cards. "It's fine Travis, you are allowed to have friends other than me. Did he really look that bad? Wait, forget I even asked; I don't care."

"Yes you do." He replied, but immediately cringed when he realized he had spoken the words out loud. We had a deal about not getting in to the topics of anything to do with our deaths or relationships. "Sorry Violet, I know I shouldn't have said that it's just- we're friends right?"

Not sure where he was going with this I shrugged in response. "Sure, I guess."

"Cool!" He stated with a smile before looking seriously concerned which was not something I was accustomed to seeing. "Well since we are friends and I care about my friends, I feel that I should tell you that while I don't agree with the things he has done, anyone can see Tate is in love with you. That boy would do anything for you."

"He killed innocent people and he raped my mother." Hatred laced each word as it fell from my lips.

"Hayden killed me and I still hang out with her occasionally." The look on my face must have changed his mind. "Okay, maybe Hayden isn't the best example in this situation. What he did was wrong, beyond wrong and he knows that. The thing is, I lived with Constance for a while, I saw how she was with Addie and even though I did not know Tate when he was alive, I can only image how she treated him. Tate was her perfect angel, well that is what she wanted him to be and that kind of pressure, living up to impossible standards isn't easy."

"So you think I should just forgive him for all the things he has done because his mother drove him crazy with her high expectations?" Travis couldn't be serious could he? "I have known lots of people with parents who treated them like shit and none of them went on a shooting spree in which fifteen people lost their lives."

The wannabe model sighed as if he were trying to find a way to his message, whatever that may be, across. "I remember when I was a kid and caught my father beating my mother. I wanted to kill that bastard, but I didn't. My mother told me over and over that it was her fault and for a long time I believed her because she was my mom and would never lie to me. It went on for years as I got older I got angrier and ended up turning to drugs and meaningless sex for comfort. One day I came home to find him beating on my younger sister and I just lost it. With my mother I had trusted her judgement, but with my sister, she was just and kid and my mom was supposed to protect her. I ended up sending him to the ICU and did a year in prison for assault. I know what I did was stupid and rash and didn't change what he had done to my sister or my mother, but I don't regret my actions. If I could go back and change things I would, but I can't and I have to live or well you know what I mean, with what I did for the rest of time. It's the same way for Tate only worse because he has to deal with knowing you hate him as well. Sometimes you have to lose yourself to the darkness in order to find the light and Violet, whether you want to be or not, you are his light; You're the only beacon of something sweet and pure he has ever known."

His words made my head spin and my heart ache due to the fact deep down I knew he was right. "I never asked for that kind of responsibility. I don't want to be his moral compass."

"We all have our crosses to bear V." He shrugged slightly before looking at the cards I still held in my hands. "So are you going to deal or should we find a new game."

I silently dealt out the cards as we started to play go fish. I used to think Travis was just some dumb pretty boy, but maybe he was smarter than I thought. Maybe he was the only ghost in this house who could see things as they really were.

TBC...

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