Title: Forgive, But Not Forget (Chapter 2/?)
Author: ArianaUniverse
Characters: Most of the characters from Season 1 of AHS, with maybe one or two new small ones.
Pairing: Violate
Word Count: 1,563 words
POV: Violet
Rated: M (for swearing, drugs, self harm, sex, gore, etc.)
Summary: It's been three years since the Harmon family's death. The murder house in which they are eternally trapped within is now foreclosed and abandoned, leaving it to the spirits that reside in it. Violet has come to realize that she cannot avoid Tate forever, for she is trapped in the same house as him for all eternity. As they start to speak again, they begin to bond over Violet's baby brother, Kyle. But can Violet forgive Tate after everything he's done?
Author's Notes: So, I decided to stop writing in present tense, because I usually never do. I automatically write in past tense, and I realized that I had written this in past tense after I finished, so I decided that it'd just be so much easier to write in past tense for the rest of this rather than going through and fixing every tense. Oh and I'm not sure about Gabriel? That kid that moved in, in the last episode of season 1? I think that's his name but if it's not, my bad!
Violet's POV
It'd been a week since Tate saved me from Hayden's wrath. It's all I could think about. That- and the fact that today, I'd be 20.
The last full conversation I had with Tate was when he was about to kill Gabriel and I distracted him so Gabriel could escape. Even though I despised him, that kiss felt so right. It was so hard to say goodbye. It was the hardest thing I'd ever done.
Stop it, Violet. He's fucking that trailer trash bitch, Hayden. He didn't care about you. He never did. It was all part of his twisted game.
Did I really believe that? I'm not sure. But I knew I had to in order for me to maintain my sanity.
I looked up at the clock, watching the seconds hand move around. For a minute, I just watched and watched. When suddenly, inspiration hit me. I pulled out my notebook and took out a pencil and began writing.
From the minute I laid eyes on you
You'd become a part of me
A part of me
That slowly destroyed me
With your lies
And your actions
You were the part of me
That hurt me the most
But now
You're just
The part of me
That's-
"Violet,"
I looked up and saw Tate at the door frame again. "What?" I asked, half impatiently, half calmly.
"Well, I know that your parents are gone for the wee-"
Gone is what I'd call them when they stayed upstairs. "And?" I interrupted him.
He pulled out a bouquet of dead roses from behind his back as he walked over to me and handed them to me. "I know it's your birthday. And I have something to show you." I stayed silent and looked down at the roses that he was holding out for me. "Oh yeah, the dead roses. They're dead… but still so beautiful… like you," he held them closer to me and I took them. I just looked down at them.
"What do you have to show me?" I asked, still looking at the roses. I hear someone walk into the room, but I don't bother to look up.
"Everything's all prepared, Mr. Langdon. I'll take care of Kyle now," the voice came from Moira.
"What is she talking about?" I asked, looking away from Tate.
"Well, since I have something to show you, she's going to take care of Kyle in the meantime." I saw his lips curl into a smile out of the corner of my eye. He quickly took my hand and began walking towards the stairs. His hands were muscular and big, gripping my petite hand. He could've easily crushed me if he wanted to. I followed him up the stairs. When we got into the middle of the hallway upstairs, he reached up to the ceiling and pulled on the attic door. It opened and the stairs laid out in front of us. He began climbing up them, eagerly, still gripping my hand. I followed him until I was all the way in the attic. He let my hand go as he closed the door. I turned around to see what he had to show me, and I saw a black blanket laid out, a few candles lit around, a black tote bag, a picnic basket, and a sign that read 'Happy Birthday Violet!'
I blushed. He smiled, "It's not too much, I just thought you deserved a little something special… You've seemed… upset lately," he walked over and sat down on the far end of the blanket. I followed and joined him.
I tried to ignore his comment about me being upset lately, "Well, it's not my birthday anymore. I'm dead. Technically, shouldn't I be celebrating my death-day?" I asked, making sure I maintained a straight face.
Tate burst out chuckling, his smiling making the room brighter than the candles did. He turned around and grabbed the tote bag, pulling a small box out of it. The box had a black rose on it. He handed the box to me. "Open it," his smiled from ear-to-ear.
I took the box and looked at it, not being able to help but smile. I slowly opened it, and set the top on the floor. I looked inside the box and saw a black moon necklace. I smiled immediately, and pulled it out. "Can you put it on me?" I asked. He nodded, still grinning.
I handed him the necklace and turned around. He pushed my hair to one side and put the necklace around my neck. He began to struggle with the clasp, but persevered. "Those are black diamonds, you know?" he asked rhetorically. I bit my lip, not sure as to why he would go through so much trouble just for me.
"Done," he exclaimed.
I turned back around and looked down at it. "It's so beautiful… thank you, Tate." I smiled.
"You're worth it." he replied as he reached into the bag and pulled out what appeared to be a record and held it out for me.
I took it and looked at it. It was a Nirvana record, signed by Kurt Cobain.
"It was my moms, she didn't use it anymore," he explained.
"Well, tell Constance that I said thanks,"
Tate and I had always had the same taste in music, and we'd bonded quite a bit over that. It was something I really enjoyed.
He reached into the bag again and pulled out a studded case. He handed it to me.
I took it and opened it. It was a large case or Marlboros. "Thank fuck! God, I've needed these so goddamn much." I exclaimed, quickly blushing, realizing that I had said that out loud. I pulled one out and held it in my hand. Tate pulled out a lighter and tossed it over to me. I put the cig between my teeth and flicked the lighter on, holding it against the end of the cig so it would light. I took a deep breath in, took the cig out, and let the air out. Smoke filled the air in front of me. I quickly took out another cig and handed it and the lighter over to Tate. He did the same thing I did, and soon, smoke filled the air from the both of us.
For a few minutes, we just sat there and smoked, just looking at each other, and occasionally smiling. All in all, we sat in silence.
After a few minutes, Tate finally broke the silence. "When I came down… what were you writing?" he asked, pulling out my notebook. He must've gotten it when Moira distracted me.
I took it from him swiftly. "Nothing," I snapped.
"I'm interested… can you read it to me?" he asked, smiling sincerely at me. I looked down, his smile made me weak and I wasn't going to let that happen. "Please, Violet."
"Fine," I gave in, assuming he'd probably already read it.
"From the minute I laid eyes on you
You'd become a part of me
A part of me
That slowly destroyed me
With your lies
And your actions
You were the part of me
That hurt me the most
But now
You're just
The part of me
That's…" I sighed after I'd finished, wondering if he realized who it was about.
"That's what, Violet?" he asked, looking almost concerned.
I looked down and bit my lip. "Numb."
"It's beautiful," he remarked.
For a minute, there was pure silence.
"Wanna know something?" Tate asked, finally breaking the silence.
"Sure," I shrugged.
He put his hand below my chin and gently lifted my head up so I was looking at him. I felt butterflies be released in my stomach… but they were more like… a pinching feeling. My nerves began overwhelming me. The only thing I could do was hold my breath, so I did.
"This was all really just an excuse to see you again… spend time with you again…" he paused, taking a deep breath and moving closer to me on his knees. "I miss you, Violet."
I didn't know what to say. I felt paralyzed. Frozen. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't talk.
After I was silent for a few seconds, Tate leaned in and gently pressed his lips against mine. I could taste the smoke on his lips. I loved it. The taste of his lips hadn't changed one bit. He moved closer to me so he could sit and grabbed my face with both of his hands. I began to kiss him back, but leaving my arms by my side. He started to push me on my back, almost on top of me, as his tongue found its way into my mouth. I laid down and let him get on top of me, while his tongue explored my mouth. I let my tongue do the same to his.
After a minute or two of this intense, steamy make out session, he began to slide his hands up my shirt. I immediately pulled away and pushed him off of me. "Tate- I… This was a bad idea. I shouldn't have come here," I grabbed my notebook and opened the door. "Thanks, but… I have to go…" I quickly turned around and headed down the stairs and down the hall, into my room, slamming the door behind me.