AN: Well, more than half way done now! Hopefully you all enjoy this one. I like it myself.

Chapter Four:

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream,
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over

Violet's gloved arms slowly snaked around Tate's shoulders, the way she had been dreaming of doing all night. Parting for a second to catch their breaths, Tate pulled Violet onto his lap and claimed her lips again. Expecting hard and bruising kisses, Violet was impressed by Tate's sensual and tender motions of his mouth.

Still learning how to control his behavior, Tate couldn't help but have a small slipup. His groin tightened in his pants and Violet rolled her hips, trying to get comfortable, making this a challenge. When his partner nibbled on his lower lip, he found his hands on her thighs, bringing them closer to his sides. Pulling her in, Violet felt Tate's passion rubbing against her inner leg.

"You see what you do to me Vi? Even the strongest of men can't help but break when being teased by such a beauty," Tate grunted into Violet's cheek. Abe's lessons had yet gotten to self-restraint in the face of a temptress.

"Sorry, I can't see what you're talking about," she mewed into Tate's hair as he suckled on her neck. "You'll just have to show me." Violet had been yearning for this moment since she realized her dreams were less satisfying then the reality she craved for of Tate's touch.

Tate had snapped at Violet's pleading command. Everything Abe had taught him about patience, politeness, and manners had been tossed out the window without any hesitation. Unhooking the strap of the dress, Tate pulled down the fabric to reveal Violet's smooth breast. His lips twitched up in amusement, she didn't wear a bra. Taking one of her hardened peaks in his mouth, Violet gasped at the warm, wet touch of his tongue massaging her skin.

In repercussion to Tate's teasing, Violet grinded her hips against Tate's swollen member. Repeating her action, Violet enjoyed Tate's animalistic noises that made her crave him even more.

"That isn't nice, Vi," he moaned, holding onto the back of Violet's neck and her lower back, as she arched into him.

Instead of a snide comment, Violet pulled Tate to her mouth in need to taste him, to know that this was really happening. Her fingers curled around Tate's overcoat and peeled it off. Tate helped by pulling of his shirt and almost instantly, Violet was trailing her fingers along the curves of his torso. The way her feathery touch felt against his flesh, made Tate ache for her.

Lifting up her arms, Tate rolled up Violet's dress over her head and discarded it. Reaching for his belt, Violet squeaked when she was lifted off the ground as Tate stood up. Reclaiming her lips, with Violet securely wrapped around his waist, Tate stepped into the hot tub, disregarding his expensive dress pants.

Embraced by the warm jets of bubbles and water, Violet's desire flared up as she nearly ripped her lover's pants and boxer's off, making Tate's brute ways return. In a drunken, yet intoxicating, decision, Violet pressed her core against Tate's hardened shaft. The two moaned at the contact. Helping Violet find a cozy place to rest her legs around him, Tate fell lightly against one of the steps. Taking Tate in her hand, she guided his tip to her entrance. Teasing him a bit, by not allowing him entry, Tate began to grunt in displeasure.

"You're really mean, tonight," Tate said huskily as he gripped onto Violet's slender waist and forced her down on him. Tonight, he'd let himself lose control, there'd be other times for more intimate moments. So he'd hope. Feeling the rush of being filled by Tate, Violet let a pleasure filled sigh escape into his neck.

Clamping her legs onto Tate's sides, the teen was able to thrust in deeper, hitting Violet's sensitive spot. "Oh, yes," she couldn't help but say as Tate repeated his movement, getting harder and swifter each time.

After several thrusts, Violet's walls tightened around Tate as her body shuddered in bliss. Tate continued for another few minutes before joining Violet in utter euphoria. "Wow," was all the girl could say, resting in her lover's embrace.

Still inside her and tracing circles on her lower back, "I know what you mean, wow." Not wanting to move, believing that the magic would break, Tate left light kisses along Violet's neck. "Happy Halloween," he murmured.

"Dido." For once, Violet didn't know what to say back. It didn't matter thought, because she was in the arms of the man that stole her heart, again, on the day they could do anything they wanted. "Can we go somewhere today?"

"If it's with you, I'll go anywhere."

Violet pulled the bottle to her lips and took a giant gulp. She pressed her lips to Tate's goofy smile, the two drank the liquor from her mouth before picking up their garments and stumbling back to their room.

The entire party had pretty much died down. Vivien had gone to sleep with the baby, Abe's friends, George and Henry, were gambling with Ben, Travis and Dr. Charles, Eddie was still missing with Hayden, and everyone else had fluttered off to prepare for their day away from the murder house.

Abe clicked his pocket watch closed and placed it back in his breast pocket. Clashing into him was the drunk-love teens, who were barely dressed. One of the man's brows rose up in a devilish manner.

"Ohh shit," Violet giggled out as she hid behind the stammering Tate.

"Uh, happy Halloween? Pfft." The boy couldn't help but snort when he felt Violet blow a raspberry into his back.

"You kids are beyond drunk, but I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourselves. Head upstairs, I can't stand looking at your indecent state," Abe ordered with a smirk.

"Yes sir!" The two saluted as they made their way up the stairs.

On the inside, Abe was grinning from ear to ear. Gliding into the kitchen, Abe scowled at the sight of Moira doing dishes. Silently, Abe took the dishes from Moira's hand and threw it in the sink, causing a startling clank.

"Mr. Dennis! What are you doing?" Moira frowned at the interruption of her duties.

"I should be asking you the same. It's Halloween, you know. You're not scheduled to work today, I believed I made that clear last week."

"I'm sorry Mr. Dennis. It's just that there's a giant mess and I don't want your guest to think that I'm a terrible maid. When I'm done, I'll take my leave." The redhead avoided looking Abe in his dark blue eyes. Every time she caught herself staring, she had to fight to look away.

"I don't need your cleaning services today. But I am in need of a caretaker. I've discovered I might be a bit drunk to make it to my chambers." In a childish manner, Abe wrapped his thick arms around the small woman's waist and slumped against her side, not enough to drag her down but keep her in place. "If you'll be a dear, would you mind being my caretaker for the day?"

The way his voice drifted into her ears and tingled on her shoulder, Moira nodded. Steadying the man on her arm, Moira began to guide her employer upstairs. When they were passing the living room, the group of gamblers cheered. The maid felt her cheeks tint red when she saw Abe tip his hat to the boys and winked in reassurance.

Once she helped the man into his room, he refused to move from the entryway. Instead, Abe slid down the door, locking it shut, and bringing Moira with him. "You look radiant ."

Gaining her wits, Moira turned in Abe's arms. "You're not drunk. You only had two scotches," she stated, remembering he barely visited the beverage table.

"I know. I just needed a reason to get you up here. I could've just asked but that wouldn't have been any fun." Taking one of Moira's soft cheeks into his hand, he brushed the underside of her right eye. "Did it hurt? Dying?" He asked her, with concern.

Reeling back from his touch, Moira felt sick. Could he see what she was?

"Don't be alarmed. I want you to feel safe around me." Pulling her in, Abe brushed a sweet kiss under her eye.

Feeling his lips on her skin for the first time, Moira shuttered. "Did you see? The old hag that I am?" She had to ask, a nip of insecurity bit at her.

"I've never seen a hag, just a jewel of perfection in my arms." Abe left another kiss, this time on the corner of her cheek.

"Why are you doing this, Abe?" Betraying her, a single tear slid down her cheek. Most women would die to be in her place, but Moira was nervous. Abe was a perfect bachelor that could have any living woman.

"Because I want you, Moira." Tilting her cheek upwards, Abe crushed his mouth against hers in a hunger Moira has never felt from a man.

Violet sat with her back against the headboard while Tate rested between her legs and his back pressed into her stomach. Ruffling his blonde curls with one hand, Tate entwined his fingers with her free one while observing every inch of her hand. "Where do you want to go today?" Tate asked, feeling more sober.

"It's a surprise. I'm sure you'll like it," Violet grinned.

"I should be the one taking you out on a date," the boy replied, bringing Violet's hand to his lips.

"No, I didn't like the first date you took me on." The two grimaced at their first date, years ago. "And the second date was alright. It could've been better," she finished, bringing the mood back up.

Turning his head upward, Tate pouted at Violet before tickling the spot under her knee. "What did you say about your second date?" He asked over Violet's squeals.

"It was the best night of my life!" she squeaked in defeat.

When the two settled down around three in the morning, Tate pulled Violet down into his embrace. "For once, I'm not tired. I feel as the sun is already up." He was afraid if he did fall asleep, that he'd wake up to the darkness and that everything that had happened was a blissful illusion.

"We can sleep later. Today we have fun." Violet had felt the same way, she couldn't bear the thought of losing Tate again.

"Vi, I love you." Tate's words tingled on her back as his hold tightened enough to make sure she was really in his arms.

"I know," was all she could say. Violet felt like now wasn't the right time to say those words so hastily. She still needed time to find the words. Last time she said it believing they would never be together again. "Let's go shower. We have a long day ahead of us."

Tate didn't say anything to Vi's response. He knew what he did to her was fucked up, but he was willing to be patient, especially now that Violet had taken him back. "A shower sounds amazing."

The first signs of sun filtered through the blinds of the master bedroom. Two nude bodies were encased beneath an imported silk comforter, with their limbs entwined. Abe's shallow breathing danced across Moira's shoulder, as she pulled her pillow closer to her tired body.

Abe's feathery kisses made Mora's nose wrinkle, making Abe chuckle. "You look so ravishing right now," he praised with his hand massaging the woman's abdomen.

"I'd take that as an invitation if I wasn't so damn tired." Moira, stubbornly, pulled away from Abe's warm body heat, just as childishly as he acted the night before.

"I'm sorry my sweet, I couldn't hold back. Finally being able to with you gave me more energy than I'm used to." Abe pulled Moira back to his frame, missing her closeness.

"Thanks to you, I have no energy."

This cranky side of Moira amused Abe. He wanted to know every side of her. "I know the cure to that. I'll be back in a moment."

Once Abe was absent, Moira pulled the pillow to her face with the corners of her lips raised in triumph. Inhaling Abe's scent, Moira relived last night's love making. At first he was gentle, then he became wild like a beast, then sensual. She could hardly keep up, overall, last night was amazing.

As Abe said, he was back shortly. With him, he brought a tray of food enough for two. Getting back beneath the covers, Abe pulled the food closer to them. "Nearly everyone has already left for the day," he mentioned as he drank his coffee. "Do you have any plans for the day?"

Moira nibbled on a strawberry, nodding 'no.'

"Would you mind being my Halloween date today?"

Moira nearly choked on her strawberry at the man's question. Never before had anyone asked her out on a real date. Usually men would ask her something along the lines, "hey baby, wanna suck this?" or "you got a hot ass, wanna hook up?"

Abe inhaled deeply, thinking that he would be rejected. Hearing this, Moira turned to him, "of course I wouldn't mind."

With relief, Abe kissed Moira, tenderly, leaving behind traces of coffee.

Around ten, Violet and Tate made it in time to catch an early bird showing of a new horror film, already knowing it would be terrible. Halfway through the film, the young duo was chased out of the movies from being too loud and disrespectful. Not like they cared, they were dead. For lunch, Tate took Violet out a tasty sushi bar in downtown L.A., the two dined and ditched, Violet leaving behind a drawing of Tate and herself flipping off whoever would find it.

For the rest of the afternoon, Tate and Violet caught the bus to the bustling Venice Beach. With the hefty allowance Abe gave Tate, the two blew it on weed edibles, and devoured them on the pier's Ferris wheel. After gorging on their weight in cotton candy and greasy stand food, the two held each other's hands on the bus ride home. "Thanks. For the day," Violet said as she rested her head on Tate's shoulder, pulling his coat tighter around her shoulder.

"No problem, Vi." Sitting silently during the rest of the ride, the two enjoyed the peaceful moment away from the house.

Once they got back to their final stop, Violet began to lead Tate in the opposite direction of the house. "Home is this way," he pointed.

"Did you already forget? I want to take you somewhere. It's a surprise." After about half an hour, the two ended up where Tate had taken her for their first date. "Surprise."

"It's been a while since I've been here. The last time was with you." He squeezed Violet in his arms for bringing him to his favorite spot he would always visit when he was still alive.

"I don't want it to be the last either. Come on." Pulling the boy to the center of the beach, Violet removed a small throw blanket from her knapsack, a few candles, and a bottle of red wine.

"Getting fancy on me?" Tate joked.

"I know it's cheesy but-" she struggled pulling at the lid.

"It's perfect." Tate wrapped his arms around Violet from behind, taking his pocket knife, he popped the lid right off.

No one had disturbed them, being it Halloween, everyone was either out partying, candy hunting, or partying. The sun fled behind the horizon and soon the moon began to rise to take its place. "Hey Vi?"

"Mmhmm?" The two young lovers' eyes were transfixed on the ocean's horizon, waiting for the moon to fully appear.

"I never got to ask, but why'd you do it?"

"Do what?" Already knowing what Tate was getting at.

"Kill yourself…" Tate was no longer watching the moon's rising, his attention was fixated on the top of Violet's head.

"Didn't you get it? I thought you were smart Tate. I did it because I was in love," Tate could feel Violet's smirk of remorse.

"Regret it?"

"No. Not once." Her answer was true. Peering away from the scenery to face Tate, Violet's eyes didn't betray her.

As the candles begin to die down, the two packed up their blankets, and began their journey back the murder house.

"Abe told me that you were playing a game with him. He asked me not to give you any clues. Why is it that you want to know about him so bad?"

"Because, I like mysteries and the truth. Even if the truth is ugly, at least I'll know."

Tate couldn't tell if she was making reference to his betrayal or her father's. Deciding not to push the issue any farther, they stopped at the local bathrooms, halfway from the beach and the house.

"I'll wait here," she said while planting her bottom to one of the benches before Tate walked into the men's room. Just as Tate vanished into the facility, three costumed men revealed themselves from the shadows of the park. Almost instantly, Violet's face fell in disbelief. "You gotta be shitting me."

The trio that surrounded her, were dressed as the gang from Clockwork Orange. One was leaning on his bat, the second one had his leg propped up on the space next to her, and their leader bent in front of her.

"Oi, lookie here! This chickadee is a rebel, not wearing her costume!" Piped the one on the bat in a crappy imitation of a British accent.

"It would only get in the way!" cooed their leader. He moved in closer to inhale her scent. Just as he was about to touch her cheek, while licking his lips, the heel of a black steel-toed boot kicked the apprehender's lower jaw.

"Don't fucking touch her," Tate barked as the two lackey's helped their leader up.

"You little shit, you're going to get it now! Argh!" the one with the bat swung at the boy but overlooked his opponents strength.

Tate ripped the weapon from the man and smashed it against the pole. "Violet, get out of here, now!"

"Too bad, Tate. I'm not leaving you again." Violet took the empty wine bottle from her bag and smashed the end of it against the bench, making a makeshift weapon. "Seriously, you posers, you don't know what you're dealing with."

"Neither do you! Bang." The second one had pulled out a small pistol and fired the only two rounds loaded.

Violet stood in horror as Tate coughed up crimson blood. "Tate, no!" The girl's face contorted into anger as she mangled the man's arm with the bottle. The leader stood up and grabbed Violet by the wrist that held her shank.

"Get your fucking hands off of her!" Came a familiar voice.

Through her blinding tears, Violet's mouth fell open in silence when George and Henry dashed in wearing black masks, resembling Kato from the Green Hornet.

"You want a piece too, assholes?" the recuperating bat wielder said as he kicked the bleeding Tate to the ground.

"I'm taking three, if you don't mind," George spat as he formed his left hand into an L-shape and angled it like a gun, pointed at the guy's head.

"How cute!" The wannabe gang boy walked forward while laughing manically, pressing his forehead to the tip of George's finger.

"What was the word? Oh, right. Bang." George's hand cocked back at the sound, and the daring copycat's head busted, as if he was shot at point blank. "Henry, get the boy back to the house. Abe will know what to do."

"No need to tell me twice," his partner replied, already hoisting Tate onto his back after tightening the blanket around the boy's wounds. "Come on miss Violet." Henry jotted towards the house, with Violet in tow.

"Now, where were we? Haven't you heard not to mess with the devil's bodyguards?" George showed his teeth in a menacing smile to the terrified guys. The Carey Grant doppelganger pressed a finger to each of the fallen men's forehead as they begged for their lives. "Try that in hell."

Nearly back at the house, Violet looked back when she heard two inhuman screams.

"Looks like George is having his fun. And he thought that tonight would be boring as ever!"

"Henry, why do we have to get him to Abe? He'll be fine. It might sound crazy, but me and him are already dead. He just needs rest Fuck, I knew we shouldn't have eaten those cookies. This is all to craz," Violet told herself more than informing Henry.

"I knew that the moment we walked into the house. Please, don't be alarmed miss Violet, but your boyfriend was shot outside of the property," he explained to the frazzled girl.

"But at midnight, everything will go back to the house. So we just have to take care of him for the next two hours." Violet felt terror eat away at her insides as tears threatened to spill.

"I'm sorry miss Violet. On this day, your bodies become grounded to the Earth. If he dies tonight, his soul will belong to purgatory. The only person who can save him is Abe."

Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own

Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

AN: Whew, a lot to type! Only a few more chapters to go. Next chapter we find out what's gunna happened to Tate, and Violet gets her answers, and we finally get to know what Abe is! Dun dun dun!