Violet Harmon: "So we're the Addams family now?" (American Horror Story)

(2011)

Another Promise

She awakened to the scent of blood and a damp sensation between her thighs. She rolled over in her bed, groaning with discomfort. To her surprise, her mother was standing in the doorway.

"Violet ~ honey, did you forget that your dad was taking us to the beach today?" asked Vivian Harman of her only child. "It should be a lot of fun. You need to get ready. I am afraid you've overslept. Where's your bathing suit?"

Violet wiped the sleep out of her eyes as she sat up in bed and noticed the scarlet stains upon her ivory bed sheet. "Ohhh, Mom... I can't go. I guess I got my period," she said as she winced and covered herself with her bed sheet. "Do we have any pads in the hall bathroom?"

"Yeah, honey. You'll find everything you need in the bathroom closet. Are you sure you don't want to go?" asked Vivian with a concerned frown.

"No, Mom. You and Dad can go on without me. I will be fine. I can take care of myself, you know."

Vivian walked over and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Okay, but you if you need anything... anything at all, just call," Vivian urged.

"I'm fifteen now... not five," Violet said with annoyance after her mom left her bedroom. She waited a couple of minutes, then she climbed out of bed. Her inner thighs were sticky as she walked across the floor.

She made a face of disgust. Her monthly visits from her "friend" were always such an annoyance. "Uggghhh..." she groaned. "I would much rather go to the beach."

She stepped into the bathroom carrying a neat pile of fresh clothes. She was certain she'd feel better after a long, hot bath. She started the water in the tub as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin looked pale and nearly translucent. She thought she looked a bit like a zombie out of a horror movie. A sudden feeling that she was being watched made her shudder. There was something about this house... something out of the ordinary. She had felt it from the minute she and her parents had entered.

It was as if it was a living thing- and it was breathing, watching, and waiting. She trembled all over as those thoughts assaulted her. Something was there. In this very room. She KNEW it.

"I know you're watching me," Violet said. "And I'm NOT afraid of you."

In the corner of the bathroom, Tate watched as Violet stepped into the bath and settled herself into the water. He didn't make a sound as he watched her every move. He wondered if it had worked and if he had succeeded in his goal. *Is Violet carrying my child?* he thought as she washed the blood from her inner thighs with a soft washcloth.

"Of course she is," Nora said as she suddenly appeared at his side.

Violet couldn't see their apparitions, although she could sense their presence in the room. Tate and Nora stood not ten feet away, having a conversation as Violet bathed. "How can you be sure?" Tate asked. "How do you know she's pregnant?"

"Because she's meant to carry a baby - a very special baby, and that baby will be mine because this is MY house and the child she bears will be a replacement for my dear, departed Thaddeus," Nora replied.

A dozen questions suddenly came to Tate, but he held them back, each and every one. Only time would provide the answers he sought. Watching over Violet, even after Nora had disappeared, Tate vowed to protect her. "I'll never let anything hurt you, Violet... EVER," he swore. He reached out to caress her hair, damp from her bath. Violet shuddered. It was as if she could feel the sensation of his touch, even if he hadn't meant for her to. Their connection was just that strong. Tate wasn't sure how he could ever stay away from her. She was his light in a house of darkness.