September 12, 2014
-Tate's P.O.V-
Every spirit remaining in the house had a meeting in the basement. They were all freaking out that the new family knew we were dead, and trying to haunt them.
"Macy Day and her daughter, Lily Day." Nora said, clutching her shawl around her shoulders. "Both of them, they know. They know we're here. They don't seem at all perturbed that we're both dead and in their home."
"It's not their home!" I bit out, glaring into the space behind her. "It's ours. It's always been ours. They are in our territory." I muttered darkly.
"Well they're not going to be scared so easily, Tate." Nora replied, her voice hardening. "I don't think we should try at all this time, to be perfectly honest."
Moira's soft, elderly voice piped in. "I'd quite enjoy not having to hide myself every damn day until it's time for me to clean."
Hayden gazed, bored, at us. Her eyes turned spiteful at the mention of not being able to torment anyone. "I say we try. What, two bitches move in, know we're dead, and suddenly we've lost our balls? You're all pussies."
Usually, I was indifferent to Hayden. She was a slut and a bimbo, not worth my time. This time, though, her words filled me with rage. I pushed her against a wall and held her there, my arm against her throat.
"If I could kill you, I would. If you were alive, I would stick an ice pick in both of your fucking eyes."
"Oooh, look who got some spunk back in him. I guess you're out of your funk then, lover boy? Finally over Violet leaving your pathetic ass?" She smiled a sinister smile.
"That's enoguh, Hayden!" Mr. Harmon piped up. He pulled me off of her and snaked an arm around her shoulders.
"I think we all agree," He sent a pointed look at Hayden "To not scare these people. Not yet. Let's try to co-exist peacefully."
"Why do they know we're dead. How can they see us, even when we're trying to stay invisible?" I asked, my arms crossed over my chest. I didn't lift my glare from the ground.
"Perhaps they're special, hm?" Nora answered. I snorted.
"Special. How?"
Moira raised an eyebrow at me. "Surely if we can be ghosts, they can be gifted. Don't be stupid, Tate. You're better than that." She clasped her frail hands together. "So. we've agreed to be kind to these people," another pointed glare towards Hayden "Or at least co-exist peacefully. Wonderful. If you'll excuse me, I have some cleaning to do." With that, she dissapated away.
"Well, I'm rather excited, myself." Nora said. "Maybe Ms. Day and I can discuss decorating ideas. They fully restored the house, although that hideous kitchen..." she trailed off, moving up the stairs and into the main rooms.
Mr. Harmon and Hayden were discussing in muted tones how Hayden should behave herself. They disgusted me. How the hell Mr. Harmon could be that much of a fuck head was beyond me, but I guess all pretenses are off when you're dead. I found it morbid that he killed Hayden, and she in turn killed him and yet, here they were, in a relationship. That's some morbid dedication. I decided that I would spend my day watching Lily. Even if she could see me, I could pretend that she didn't. If she called me out, who cares? I'm dead. Nothing really bothers me anymore. I made my way up to her room. She was sitting, facing the dominating window, listening to soft music and meditating. At least, that's what it looked like to me. Her eyes were closed. I took this as my oppurtunity to sneak into her bathroom.
"What are you doing in my room?" Her voice was level. She didn't even bother turning to look at me.
I froze in the middle of her room and let out an exasperated groan. "I thought I'd watch you." I shoved my hands in my pockets and leaned against her dresser. She cut the music off and turned around on her bed to face me. She did not look pleased. I couldn't help but smirk at her.
"Meditation, right? Shit never worked for me." I commented.
"Obviously. You shot up a school." Her words were harsh, but her tone wasn't. Still, I narrowed my eyes at her.
"How do you know about that?" I demanded. She shrugged.
"I have my ways. Why would you want to watch me, aren't you supposed to be busy scaring me out?" She looked bored. As if I couldn't possibly scare her. It lit a fire in me, one I hadn't felt in a while.
"We decided that we would let you stay. Awfully big of us, I think." I gave her a sweet smile. She only raised a single eyebrow. I tried avoiding her eyes, but they were striking. They looked like cat's eyes, in color and shape. I bit my lip lightly.
"Funny, I thought it was us allowing you all to stay. We could easily get rid of you, don't ever forget that." I stood straight, my fists out of my pockets, balling up at my sides. Her words made me want to hurt her. "Come on, Tate. Try it. I would rip you to shreds." That sent me over the edge. I lunged for her throat but was met head on by a force I cannot describe. It knocked me back against the dresser on the otherside of the room. When I had gathered myself, Lily was standing over me, offering a hand.
"I trust you won't be so stupid as to try that again, yes?" She quipped.
I grinned like a fool at her. "How in the hell did you do that?" I took her hand and stood. Her yellow eyes glimmered with a hint of mischeif.
"I'm very strong Tate. If you promise to never again try to hurt me, I'll show you how."
