Ten years had gone by surprisingly fast; like a blink of an eye. It's not hard to believe though when you have all of eternity. It was kept interesting by their constant need to drive families away as the allure of that damn house seemed to grow stronger every day. Violet thought she could be happy. By some miracle her parents had moved past all the shit that they'd put themselves and her through and could finally be "happy" now that they were dead. Well that was just fucking great because Violet had never been more miserable.
When Violet had realized that her dad was an asshole and her mom was a stupid bimbo like every girl she'd ever despised in middle school, her life changed. She's never really been close to them before, but she had stopped trying to constantly please them because an asshole and a bimbo can never been happy with anything that a 13 year old girl was going to do; so she dropped the act.
Shit really hit the fan when her mom lost the baby and in return her dad fucked his student. Violet pretended not to care and allowed herself to be uprooted by the insensitive, selfish pricks she had to call her parents and moved across the country because her father thought that it would somehow make everything go away. But he was right about one thing: things did change.
Violet had trained herself to hate this house before she even saw it. How could she like anything to do with this sick delusion that Mom was allowing Dad to play out. But when they arrived it was obvious to her that there was something dark in the house and for some reason she was attracted to it. Walking through the halls and brushing her fingertips against the old paint, she felt like maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she'd been expecting. Wrong, it had been worse.
Tate had been the best thing that had ever happened to Violet and obviously she'd been the best thing to happen to him. But now she was stuck in that damn house with her fucked up parents pretending that "death has shown us how silly all of this was and how much we love each other." Bullshit. They were still the same selfish asshole and bimbo that they'd always been, but now that they were stuck here and dead Violet guessed it was easier for both of them to live the delusion. Well it wasn't easier for her.
Every day she stifled the need to call on Tate.
"Go away, Tate" "You're all I have!" "Go away!" "You're all I want!" "Go Away!" "That was very brave."
'FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.'
This was the only thing running through Violet's mind. She felt literally empty as if there was nothing left inside her. She knew it was the right thing to do. He had killed people, he had raped her mother! Of course he couldn't be with him. She would never forgive him for this. It was because of him that they were all trapped here. But… Her thoughts were caught off by her sobs as her mom stroked her hair out of her damp face.
So yes, ten years had gone by surprisingly fast, for everyone but Violet. Those ten years felt like ten decades as she worked to keep as much distance between herself and Tate for the sake of her parents. Violet supposed that, because she had all of eternity her mind worked slower than it ever had when she was alive. Because of this, it took those ten years for Violet to work out the way she felt about Tate and what she was going to do about it.
Violet regretted telling Tate to go away the night she had done it. She walked around the house with her parents pretending that everything was fine; they even decorated the Christmas tree together as if they were still alive and permitted to celebrate it. But Violet could never push Tate out of her mind for long and before she knew it she was having the largest internal battle of her life.
However, now it was obvious to Violet that Tate wasn't really to blame for what had happened. He was no older that her in reality and he had been manipulated all his life. His mom was a stone cold bitch who killed her husband and told Tate he ran off because she was having an affair which was, indeed, half true. The man that she was having an affair with was responsible for the combustion of his family and the death of Tate's brother and he was forced to accept him as his stepfather and high school was a real bitch. Those were enough problems on their own, but when you add in the darkness of that house, you get a homicidal maniac.
Tate had been corrupted by the house from the time he was young. Nora took him under her wing to "hide" him from the evils at a young age when in reality she was only exposing him further. When he moved across the street and no longer had her to "protect" him, the house and the evils inside of it were able to break his soft shell and taint his fragile core with the darkness. Violet had called Tate the darkness that night, but she had been wrong. She had said that she was attracted to the darkness and thought Tate had been too, but that was Tate's problem; he had been attracted to the darkness and it engulfed him, only giving him back to himself once it had taken his life.
And of course he would rape Vivian – Nora needed a baby. The house may have given Tate back to himself, but it did have the ultimate hold on him by keeping him there for all these years, of course he would be easily swayed. Nora was possibly the worst darkness that one could encounter in that house by being the original owner and the breeder of the sorrow that started the never ending chain. Tate had to make her happy because subconsciously he felt that he'd never been able to make his mom happy and no matter how much he told her he had wanted the opposite, it was true. Nora could get Tate to do whatever she wanted because she had "helped" him when he was little. She had done it before with the queers, who's to say she couldn't do it again? Of course that all changed when Tate met Violet. No darkness that he could ever encounter would be able to dim her light.