AMERICAN HORROR STORY: AFTERMATH

American Horror Story fan-fiction by AidanK

Chapter 1:

Tate starred at the Harmon's putting up the Christmas tree. The scene looked like something from a Christmas card. There was the mother holding the baby, while the father showed him a shiny Christmas bulb. The Grandmother-or godmother he should say, putting up Christmas bulbs. And to top it all of…the beautiful teenage daughter putting the star on top of the Christmas tree, completing the perfection. To a casual observer it would appear like the perfect family, but of course nothing is that simple…Especially when you live in Murder House.

As Tate watched from the window outside into the perfect scene, he wished nothing more then he could be apart of it. He was sure Violet would have forgiven him by now. Even though he did a bad thing surely she would see past that and remember how much she loved him. It had been three years of hopeless watching, and waiting and longing. How long would it take her to forgive him, centuries? Anyway, it didn't matter he would wait forever if he had to.

"It just makes you sick doesn't it?" Hayden said as she appeared next to him. Tate said nothing. He was not in the mood for Hayden's bullshit today.

"She'll never forgive you. You know that right?" Hayden said as she petted Tate's hair. Tate slapped her hand away.

"Get the hell out of here, Hayden. And your wrong, she will forgive me…someday. And I will be right here waiting." Tate said as he watched Violet pick up Jeffery and show him the tree.

"Can you be any more of a desperate stalker? She will never forgive you. You raped her mother, or did you forget?"

"You're calling me the stalker?" Tate said with no emotion. "You came here from L.A just to be with Ben."

"And look how I wound up, just like you. He pretends like I don't even exist. Dead and alone, every damn day for the rest of eternity I'm forced to watch the only man I ever loved parading around being in the perfect family. What do I have? I couldn't even have one baby and that bitch has two…oops. I mean three if I include the bastard you gave her." She said with a vindictive smile.

"Go away Hayden." Tate said as he continued to stare at Violet and tried to ignore Hayden.

"Face it, you and I are in the same boat. Forced in this hell hole forever, forced to watch the people we love be happy and laugh at our misery." Hayden moved in closer to Tate and caressed his cheek.

"Get the hell out of here Hayden!" Tate screamed as he pushed Hayden to the floor.

"Fine. But you'll come around, they always do. But before I go I just want to ask you something…"

Tate was fighting the urge to beat Hayden into a bloody pulp, but Violet could easily see, and besides Hayden would just come back again. That was one of the perks of being a ghost.

"Do you ever wonder if that baby is yours? Just a little part of you must wonder?" Hayden hissed. "Of course you do, but don't worry, it's not. Constance hasn't come back since she kidnapped the other baby, so it must be your devil offspring. A child of a ghost and a human…I wonder what he's like."

Tate continued to stare at through the window. The truth was, he had never even given his son a second thought. All he could think about for the past four years was Violet Harmon. In his eyes it was that bastards fault Violet left him. Even thought he didn't want to admit it, he knew Hayden was right, his son…or whatever it was must be with Constance he was the consolation for the son she lost in Tate.

Before he knew it, Hayden disappeared. She probably was off to find another boy toy to fill the void Ben left. As Tate watched through the window, his eyes welled up, the only thing in the world he ever wanted was Violet, and in the past four years she probably never even thought of him once, she only thought of him as a pain in the ass. How long will it take? Tate wondered for Violet to forgive him and put him out of his misery? Violet looked out the window and saw Tate starring back at her; she quickly looked away in disgust.

Obviously… a long time.

Chapter 2:

It amazed Violet that their family was more functional as ghosts then they ever were as humans. Violet kind of liked being a ghost, she was always fascinated with dark and twisted things. And, she didn't even have to deal with human bullshit like going to that hellhole Westfield anymore. And it was a blast to scare new people who moved into the house. But, there were also things that she would miss, never get to expierience. She could never travel, she could never have kids, fuck it she couldn't even walk down the street. At least she had her family, but how long until that got old, too. In a few hundred years even Christmas would get boring. Moira hadn't even been here a hundred years and she practically became insane. The only thing that kept her from going baserk was cleaning. How sad was that? And of course there was Tate, she knew he watched her constantly. Of course she was still was in love with him, which made her sick because she hated him more then anyone she ever met in her human life. Did he have to make it harder by watching her like a lost puppy? But he had to be punished for all the hell he put so many people through, he was a murderer, rapist, and even burned someone alive. Then how come she still felt sorry for him?

Another thing Violet missed was her things, when her mom and dad died they cleaned out the whole house so they could sell it again, and again, and again. To some suckers who would be scared for life after they stepped foot in murder house. As far as violet knew no one found her dead body, everyone thought she ran away,and stole the baby but they would never find her of course. Anf little did anyone know the baby was right next door with constance.

But what made this shit hole all worth while was being with her family even though they fought, and had been thorugh hell after the affair and miscarriage, they still managed to let bygones be bygones and move on, after all they had no choice.

"It looks great, Violet!" Vivien said beaming. Even little Jeffrey smiled. "Yeah, Vi. Looks great." Ben said, "You too, Moira." Moira glared at Ben.

"Of course Dr. Harmon." Moira said with a fake smile, she still held a grudge against him for cheaing on Vivien who Moira saw as her savior, from lonlieness.

"Wow. This is the first Christmas I've had in…I can't even remember how long." Moira said. Violet suddenly realized that after an eternity even Christmas must get old.

"And, I just want to say…thank you all. I just want to say with the highest gratitude that in decades I am finally happy." Moira said with tears in her eyes.

"Moira, that's so sweet." Vivien said as she hugged her. Ben was holding Jeffrey, who was smiling and laughing. Violet felt happy as she watched everyone finally realize happiness. Then, she looked at the window and saw Tate.

Happiness over, that didn't last very long.

Chapter 3: Two Years Later

"Billie, please come over…I need your help desperately." Constance pleaded into the phone in whisper. "Yes, I know its been a while, And yes, I know your busy…but please its urgent."

Constance voice became hopeless, "Please, I am desperate and you're the only one who can help me…Really? You'll come?" Oh thank you!"

Constance hanged up the phone in triumph. But as soon as she heard a dog whimper her good mood slipped away.

"Micheal Langdon, get away from that canine!" She screamed, Micheal was pulling on its tail and scratching paws till they bled. She should have known that she couldn't leave Micheal alone with anything alive, tell that to poor Flora. Ever since Micheal turned four, she couldn't leave him with the dogs she took home from her kennel, she couldn't even leave him alone with a fish for Christ's sake.

"Sorry Mama." Micheal said as he let go of the dogs tail."But his tail is so fun to pull." He laughed as he inflicted pain on the dog again.

"Just go clean yourself off." Constance said, "Go on now, you know where the bleach is." After Constance put the dog in it's cage, she went into her bedroom and starred at herself in the mirror. She was just a mess. Even though she was in her 60's she still looked sexy , but ever since Micheal had turned four, he had become an evil sadistic child, which worried her because he became eerily similar to Tate. She desperately needed to go to the hairdresser, she hadn't been able to leave the house in ages, ever since the whole flora incident…A normal doctor couldn't be able to detect the true cause of Michels behavior, but Billie Dean certainly could. She was one hell of a psychic.

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"Billie Dean! Thank the good lord you came!" Constance said as she opened the door.

"Oh my god." Billie said as she walked in and observed the mess.

"I apologize for my appearance, but my hands have been a little…full." Billie Dean looked horrified. "What? I don't look that horrid do I?'

"No, it's not that. I feel, an energy in here. I feel an evil presence." Billie said as she closed her eyes and held out her hands.

"That's the problem…that's my son…well grandson." Consstance said. "He is well, gifted."

"I was not aware you had a grandson, in fact even children besides Addie and…Tate." Billie Dean looked horrified.

"He's just like his father…" Constance said. Billie Dean sat down, "I need a cigarette and a ."

"Constance, the child of human and spirit is the essence of evil." Billie Dean explained as she was shaking. "I apologoze for my behavior but this bad energy is making me squeamish."

"No, I understand. This is precisely why I called you. I need your help. I can't control him, can't you do something?"

"Constance... this child is the anti-christ."