Chapter 3: Another pissy chick and a hallucinating Lady is exactly what we need.

Birdie's hair looks like this: watch?v=MjaKL1_tdMY&list=UUctjAAIUSW3DRS-5Phh_hgQ&index=22&feature=plcp

Zac looks like Dylan O'Brien :) Also a survey question, do you guys want to see dark Tate? Like a controlling kind?

Song inspiration: Get to you (acoustic) - Paradise Fears (read when at smutty part)

It's time - Imagine Dragons

CONTAINS SMUT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

I plopped my bag onto the bed, my body mimicked the action as I laid down. School wasn't too bad, it was the school work and all the assholes running around. Except for one guy she'd met in her biology class, Zac. He was nice enough, not like everyone else.

FLASHBACK:

Birdie sat down where the teacher had directed her, the back left table. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, just looking at the new kid in town. It annoyed her, but she it was only a couple of days that she had to endure it, then hopefully she'd be home free.

She sat next to a boy, who hadn't realized she'd even sat down, he was too busy grabbing his note book. Her eyes wandered around the class as she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Hey you're new right?I'm guessing either that or I've never noticed you around, I'm Zac." He stuck hand out, she looked at him with a shy smile and shook it.

"I'm Birdie Hunter, I am most definitely new." She couldn't find any other words to say on the subject.

For the rest of the class, Birdie and Zac exchanged looks a lot, at times he would wiggle his eyebrows to make her laugh, when she did he smiled wide. When the end of it rolled around Birdie was a bit upset, even though they'd just met she'd miss sitting next to him. She packed her things and was about to head out the door when once again she was tapped on the shoulder.

"Hey again, so I was thinking, I know you're new and all so I thought maybe you'd like to go and see the city? I mean you don't have to but maybe it'd be nice to have a tour guide or something?" He stated to her in a nervous way and a shaky smile.

Soon enough a smile wound up on her face. "I'd like that a lot." She said as she began to feel nervous herself. His face lit up even more and responded:

"Well then great! I have to get going though but I'll get your address tomorrow? Does saturday work with you?"

"Saturday is perfect, you should get going, wouldn't want to stumble in late for your next class." She said as she smirked his way. He just smiled and then headed off tripping in the process.

*End of Flashback*

I honestly couldn't wait until saturday, it was most definitely the most girly feeling I've ever had but I sort of liked it.

"Christ, you have some of the worst literature taste I've ever seen. Comic books really?" I heard a voice that knocked me out of my train of thought. I sat up to see a girl about my age, snooping through my books. "Have you ever heard of poetry? Edgar Allen Poe? Doubt it." She said.

"Who the hell are you to judge my interests, it's a free country if you haven't noticed. Speaking of free country, I have freedom of speech to say who the hell are you?" I gave her a confused look. She just looked back at me, with a very unpleasant face.

"You should really pay more attention to your door, you know when you lock it?" She said as she walked over to the blackboard. She just stared at it for a bit.

"So that gives you the right to come in?" I said as I got up. She just turned to me and chuckled.

"I was like you before all this shit happened to me, you've met that Tate kid?" How the fuck did she know Tate? Was this some sort of joke?

"What's it to you?" I said as I crossed my arms, I was getting more than angry. Her face turned back to unpleasant, her face mimicked my emotions.

"Don't listen to a word he says, he's not really considered friend material. Although, I wouldn't mind seeing you dead and stuck here like the rest of us." She said as she stormed off and closed the door behind her.

"What the fuck?" I said as I walked over to my door, realizing what she just said. I opened it and walked down the stairs yelling out:

"What the hell do you mean, dead and stuck here?" If she's trying to bullshit me, I swear to God, I'll bash her damn face in, this is just ridiculous. I walked all over the place but the little blonde bitch was no where to be found. I gave up and went to the kitchen and made some tea. I hoped it would calm my nerves, as I finished it up, I began to hear voices coming from downstairs. The basement gave me chills, but I was curious considering no one was home. I hoped it was that chick that appeared in my room somehow. I got up and began to walk down the stairs.

"You're not going to kill this one off are you?" A voice I'd never heard before said, she sounded so flustered, like at some point she would burst into tears.

"I didn't kill Violet! I've told you before Nora, she overdosed but I know I helped in that." It was Tate, how are these people entering in my house. I continued to walk down, it was dark and damp, no one could see me from where I walked.

"Don't say that dear, she was just scared, that's all. Calm down.." The lady named Nora said.

"I can't, she's just so so.." Tate said as he finished his sentence, he looked down and shook his head. She lifted it up as a small smile appeared on her face.

"Beautiful? I've seen the girl and there's no doubt she is. She is as beautiful as Marie Antoinette," She stopped as the smile disappeared from her face. "I'm worried Tate. I sense something about her."

"What's wrong? There can't be anything wrong with her, she's perfect." He said looking at her, sounding as if he was getting mad.

"There's nothing wrong, physique wise. It's her womb." She said. Who were they talking about? That blonde creeper?

"Her womb? What do you mean Nora?" He asked. She paused for such a long time and then out of no where she said:

"She can't bare children Tate." I stood there dumbfounded, I began to get a bit scared because when I still lived with my mother, she took me to the doctors and they had been running tests for a while, concerning my period. After words we found out I was sterile. If this lady was talking about me, how did she know this?

"No.. Nora you're, she can't.." Tate said, it became evident that tears were forming in his eyes.

"I'm afraid so, I've analyzed this and it's just as though roles have been slightly switched. Louis the sixteenth couldn't ever reproduce with Marie until seven years after their marriage. Maybe after seven years she'll be able to."

"What does Marie whatever have to do with Birdie?" He asked hastily, so it was me.

"Birdie is sort of Marie Antoinette's return and just like Marie, she might have a sharp end. That's why I must ask if you're going to kill her off? This poor child has been through so much, I can't bare being around her without feeling all of her pain. It's so difficult not to cry." She said as she grabbed a piece of cloth and wiped her eyes.

"I won't kill her, but I can love her right? She's brighter than Violet ever was. I need her Nora, much more than I need Violet."

"You need that bitch more than you need me?" The voice of the blonde chick appeared in the other corner of the room. So her name was Violet.

"She didn't leave me Violet and she won't just you watch. You've made me wait for so long and you still haven't forgiven me. I'm tired of it Vi!" He said as he threw his arms into the air.

"If you won't kill her Tate, I will, if you want her so badly have her!" She exploded and disappeared again. I couldn't keep listening, I needed to be with someone or Violet would end up killing me.

"T-Tate?" I managed to say as I walked over to him and Nora. They both turned around, a worried look grew on Tate's face when a smile grew on Nora.

"Birdie, did you hear any of this?" He said, he held on to my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, but I'm scared Tate, she wants to kill me?" I said and I began to wrap my arms around him, I held on to him like there was no tomorrow. I felt his hand begin to stroke my hair, shushing me.

"They won't hurt you dear, while I'm here they won't harm you my dear." Nora said, as she came closer, I looked up to see her better, she was very beautiful. She smiled at me and I gave her a small smile back.

"Tate, take Birdie to her room and make sure she's in her sleep wear, I'll be upstairs soon enough to look for Violet. Tate nodded and began to take me upstairs to my room, the whole way there we were silent. We entered the room and sat down on the bed. I leaned on him and piped up:

"You can't leave me Tate, she could try and hurt me at anytime. I don't wanna die." I looked up at him and felt my eyes forming with tears.

"Violet won't hurt you Birdie. She couldn't kill a fly, she was only capable of herself. She won't lay a finger on you." He laid down and I did the same, my head against his chest, only to hear my heart beat. He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead but the worried look stayed on my face. I could feel his eyes looking down at me, he was sad that it didn't make me happy but I couldn't help it. All of a sudden I began to close me eyes, not sleeping but simply closing them. I felt Tate's lips crash against mine, they were soft and welcoming. I was intrigued, and wanted more from him, something was making me pull against him, like a magnetic attraction. I felt his hands begin to travel up my shirt, lingering around my back only to find my bra strap. I wanted more, I really did but I just couldn't go through with it. My mind telling me one thing while my body did others. My hands began to linger to his jeans, mostly his belt. I felt a sort of bulge begin to form, it was evident he wanted me as well. He removed his lips from mine and rolled me over, I was now laying down on my back. His lips moved down to my neck and he just kissed it over and over again. I bit my lip slightly moaning, I couldn't go through it but I needed to so badly.

"You like that don't you?" He whispered against my ear, only the sound of his voice was getting me wet.

"Mhmm." Was all I managed to say, I was trying not to moan loudly, I didn't know when my dad could come home. Tate began to lift my shirt, there I was with my bra and jeans. I slid his shirts off as I admired his chest. He came back to kiss me again and his hands travelled all over my bra, just feeling the fabric at first. Slowly and teasingly his hand went around me and unhooked it. He didn't want to break the kiss at all, so he went under it and began to just feel me, massaging them. I was getting very turned on, as was he his bulge was growing and I could feel it against me. I needed him, I really did.

His lips came off of mine and left to lightly kiss my breasts. I began to moan a little.

"T-Tate." I managed to say and returned to bite my bottom lip. He reached down to my jeans and took them off of me, now I was only left in underwear. He then motioned for his own, the sound of his belt coming off was getting me more exciting. I looked over to him to see, if he had stripped down completely. He was left in his boxers but even then I could see how big he was. He came back down to my ear and whispered:

"Is this your first time?" All I could do was nod, he had me in a trans or something, he smirked and said:

"I'll make this special then." Before I had time to nod again or say anything his lips crashed back on mine. I felt his hand go to my lower region, his first few fingers rubbing the fabric that was there. I began to moan more during the kiss. He pulled against the fabric and slowly took it off me. I could tell after that he took off his boxers. I suddenly felt something at the front of my entrance. It was his dick, and it was demanding a way in. He leaned over and whispered:

"Are you ready?" Once again, I nodded. He continued and said:

"It might hurt at first but then you'll like it, Tell me if I hurt you, that's the last thing I want." With that he began to push into me, slowly and it hurt like hell. I squeezed my eyes shut trying not to feel it but it was impossible, he was all the way in, he waited for me to give him the okay to move. I swallowed and breathed out. I felt more calm and I blurted out:

"P-please move." He did as I asked, the more he did the better it felt. Each time he went in and out faster and harder, it became pure pleasure, I had completely forgotten about the pain I once endured. His hair was dangling in front of me and my breast would jump as he thrusted into me each time. He was grunting which made things even better.

"I'm so close Tate, just give it to me please." I pleaded to him. I needed him every inch of him. every touch of his skin made things intense.

"You're so tight. Y-you're so good." He said still thrusting into me, I couldn't take it, I arched my back making our chest touch one another. My nails dug into his back and I yelled out:

"Fuck Tate!" I clenched around him and I felt his cock twitch inside me. We both let go and he grunted loudly. He laid back down next to me, breathing heavily, he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close. He looked down at me and kissed my lips, it was sweet and I felt so loved. I shut my eyes and slowly fell asleep inside his arms.