Norman began to sweep the front hall. Three guests had already come and gone through the inn, but Norman was anxiously waiting for Violet. He wanted to just catch a glimpse of her again—her glossy hair, her doe eyes… She was perfect. His stomach dropped just thinking about the blonde haired boy that had threatened him a few months back. He was half convinced that the boy was a hallucination, but there was something inside of him, warning him that the menacing boy was real. Norman's thoughts were interrupted by a rapping at the door. Norma Bates came into the hall, wiping her hands on her Capri pants.

"Well, don't just stand there, Norman," she said, but she was already at the door, swinging it open. Norman turned, tightening his grip around the broomstick. His eyes gape at the couple that stood before him. Violet stood next to the blonde haired teenager. She was wearing an oversized flannel shirt that looked like it belonged to the boy.

"Hi," he greeted cheerfully, snaking an arm around the girl's shoulders.

"Come on in," Norman chirped, ushering them in. The corner of Violet's lips tugged into a half smile. She stared directly at Norman but he quickly turned his back on them, sweeping some dust into the corner. Mrs. Bates plucked a notebook from the shelf and scribbled something down on the paper.

"You can have room 5. It's the last door on the left in the basement. Name, please?"

"Tate. Tate Langdon. That's L-A-N-G-D-O-N," he informed her, lightly tapping on the last name column on the paper.

"How many days are you planning on staying?" she asked. Norman could barely breathe. He wasn't just seeing things. The boy was real. He shrugged nonchalantly, pulling the petite girl closer to him.

"We're playing it by ear," he said. Norma smiled and nodded to the basement staircase.

"This way, Mr. Langdon," she said with a friendly beam. Tate bumped his shoulder into Norman's as Violet followed the innkeeper down the stairs.

"Sorry. I didn't get your name," Tate said, lowering his voice. He grinned arrogantly at Norman, but his eyes were sharp and filled with hate. Norman kept on sweeping, ignoring him sheepishly.

"Don't talk much, huh? Guess that's for the best," Tate chuckled. He began to walk down the staircase, flashing one last sadistic glare over his shoulder. Violet looked around the room, taking in the new surroundings. Once Tate entered, Norma closed the door behind them.

"This is where the tub used to be," Violet murmured, tracing her fingers along the flowery wallpaper. Tate loomed over his girl, taking her rosy cheeks in his hands. He leaned down, planting a tender kiss on her red lips. He smoothed down her hair and grinned from ear to ear. Violet returned the smile, staring into the dark eyes of her beloved.

Sighing contently, Tate murmured, "I want you to stay away from that boy."

Violet's smile fell. She furrowed her brow and replied , "I've already met Norman. He's really nice. He wouldn't even hurt a fly-''

"He was giving you a weird look," Tate calmly cut her off, keeping the palms of his hands resting on the sides of her neck. Violet's arms fell to her side. She took a few steps back from Tate, shaking her head.

"I can't make one friend with you being a control freak like that," she hissed, her forming into a tight frown.

Tate's heart raced as he began to shuffle forward. He hated seeing her like this.

You've messed up again, Tate, he thought bitterly. Now fix this.

He gingerly took hold of her hand, bringing it close to his face, but she swiftly yanked it away.

"I just want to make friends. Can you stopping being jealous for, like, two seconds?" she lamented, throwing her hands up in frustration. Tate drew in a nervous breath.

"You're right… I'm sorry," he apologized, following her to the vanity mirror. Violet glared at herself, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

"Do you forgive me?" he asked, his lips brushing across her ear as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Violet sighed, defeated. She could never stay mad at him for long. He was the only person she had or would ever have. By now, Violet knew Tate and his irrational worries of someone taking away his precious girl.

"Of course I do," she replied in a hushed tone. Tate broke into a grin. He took her delicate hand and spun her around to face him. He again brought her hand to his lips, softly kissing her knuckles.

"You know I would do anything for you," Tate reminded her as always "I would never leave you or hurt you in any kind of way, Vi. I love you."

Violet nodded knowingly. Tate always kept his word.

"I'd kill for you. You know that, right?" he went on, his dark eyes widening. Violet licked her lips and looked up at him. He still sent shivers down her back. The way he talked about killing still scared her.

"You know what you can do for me right now?" she asked with a smirk.

"What?" he eagerly replied with a beam bright enough to light up the entire room.

"You can snag me a pack of cigarettes," she answered with a playful grin.

"Anything for you," Tate said. He quickly stole a kiss then sauntered out of the room, leaving Violet to her own thoughts.