One thing I hate about being a teenager forever… raging hormones.
"So.. Why are you here?" I broke the silence that filled the room. Judging by the look on everyone's faces, they were so fucking confused.
"I came here to make sure that this house does not cross over to this world. You see, if the house could gather enough energy, negative energy, it could turn into a portal and dead could walk free. Not all ghosts are bad but some of them are. Most of them still hold a grudge and you all know the dead can hold a grudge far better than the living.. like what happened here earlier." She sounded so mature.
"Could you help us cross over then?" Dad asked. His eyes filled with hope.
"No," You could just feel the depression in the room at her answer. "Well at least not yet. Like I said earlier, there needs to be a portal, but we can't afford to open one now. There are too many lives at stake.. but I assure you that you would crossover at the right time."
"And when exactly would that be?" I spat.
"When the world comes to its end." She smiled, as if this were good news.
I folded my arms and mouthed the word "wow", I didn't know how to respond to that. This was great. Just fucking great. I was stuck in this freakin' house until the world ends. That sounds promising but at least, at the very least, I wasn't gonna be stuck here for eternity.
"So your just here to guard us." He has a tone of finality in his voice. There was also boredom. I knew he wanted the conversation to be over. I wanted that too. He was about to leave when Rebecca stood infront of him.
"Tate, stop." She commended. Immediately, Tate came to a halt, looking confused. I looked at Rebecca and her eyes were pitch black.
"Well now that I have your attention," her eyes were back to its normal color now. "The Creator absolved you of your sins. You have fulfilled your purpose and you will be rewarded." She glanced at me and then smiled.
"Are you shittin' me?" Tate looked angry. He doesn't seem convinced. Heck, no one in the room was convinced.
"Tate, your words." It wasn't right to say that to a kid.. or to someone who looked like a kid.
"Do not fret. I am a lot older than you would ever imagine." The smile never left her face. "You see Tate, you, uhm, violating Vivien.. let's just say it's part of the Ultimate plan. All the pain you have to go through.. it was meant to lead you, every single one of you to this moment. "
"You're telling me, that that bastard's purpose in life was to rape my wife? And he gets rewarded for it?" Dad wa getting really red in the face.
"In simpler terms, yes, but you have to understand, the world has got to come to an end. Your son Vivien, he is the reincarnation of the angel of death. Tate was his only living descendant. Only living fertile descendant if you know what I mean." That Constance was old? Yes. I get that.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Dad was massaging his temples with his thumb and middle finger. This was all too hard for all of us to swallow.
"I just want to rest. This day had been.. overwhelming. Tate, Rebecca, thank you." Mom said. She really looked exhausted. I walked towards her.
"Mom-," I wanted to comfort her. This day had been difficult on her.
"I'm okay Violet. We're okay. We just need some rest." She kissed me on the forehead, then she whispered in my ear.
"Go talk to him." She smiled. Dad went to guide them upstairs. The door shut behind them Nora just disappeared. I walked over to him. I didn't know if I should be happy or angry. All I know was I wanted to cry and hug him and tell him all this cheesy stuff in my head, but I would never do that. I'd rather die. Huh. Ironic. Rebecca went skipping towards the door that leads to the yard. We were alone now.
"Uhm. Congratulations. I guess.. you being absolved and shit." I tried to steer the conversation away from 'us'.
"Violet…" His voice was soft and shaking, like he was about to cry. I guess he didn't quite catch that.
"Tate just shut up! I don't wanna talk about -," before I could finish hat I was going to say he grabbed my face with both his hands and kissed me full on the lips.
His lips felt warm against mine. I could feel the urgency in his kiss.. it didn't took long before I kissed him back. He pulled away rather fast.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" he had that innocent look on his face, but I knew better. He was Tate. The crazy, pathological liar, psychopath I fell in love with.
"Yes. You did" I smiled at him and he grinned. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again. He put his around my waist and pulled me closer. As far as I'm concerned, this was the best day of my afterlife.