Yes Yes Yes thank you for all the reviews! I really wasn't sure about the last chapter but thanks to you guys I'll leave it be!
Yes, Angel is like the devil in red Prada heels lol
Is it wrong that I enjoy writing her and Tate so much? I'm trying to find a name for them Tangel? Maybe?
Angel proves just to be as unstable as Tate...maybe even more as the anniversary of Maria and Gladys death rolls along...
Enjoy!
"What do you want…" I said glaring at him. I did not even try to hide the distain from my voice.
"I just wanted to check on you, no need to be so cruel love." He said with a pout.
"Why?"
"Because I'm worried about you…"
I laughed. "Wow. You seem to just grow more and more hilarious with age…"
He sighed rubbing his temples. "Angel…"
He stopped when his phone ringed. He looked at me before looking at his phone.
"Who is it your new flavor of the week? Oh let me guess….is it Tracy?" I sneered.
"I don't know who-"
"Long legs, fake chest, over bleached blonde hair, cheap perfume smelling whore, that you seemed to fancy now. Tell me. Tell me that you don't. Look me in my eyes."
"I don't fancy her." he said staring at me dead in my eyes.
I scoffed. "Of course not. How anyone could love her, would shock me…no never her garish personality. You love her for what's barley hidden between her legs…"
He glared at me and I smirked.
"You shouldn't talk about people like that."
I snorted. "Yes…I wouldn't want to hurt her delicate feelings, now would I?"
"Angel-"
"You've overstayed your welcome, I think you should leave." I said looking pasted him.
"But Angel-"
My blue eyes locked with an identical but older pair. My eyes hardened burning brighter with my growing rage. "I said leave."
He stood up and walked away. I watched as he turned; fully exiting the property simply just to retire to the house next door which happened to be his own…
I felt lips touch my shoulder. "Are you alright…"
I glared at the man as a woman possibly three years older than me walked up to him throwing her arms around him. She fitting my description long legs, fake chest, over bleached blonde hair, I could smell her cheap perfume from where I stood. Her dress if you could call it that barely covered her ass, but I supposed that was the point…
I looked away, looking at the ground. "I'm fine."
"Look at me." He said tilting my head up. I stared at him. His dark brown eyes boring into the Arctic Ocean.
"What." I said after a moment of him staring at me.
"Sometimes I just don't understand you."
I shrugged. "You understand enough…come on we have a shrink to see."
He stared at me for a moment more and I could tell this would not be the end of this discussion.
Days of Blood and Fire…
Tate and I sat in the same room with Mr. Harmon. We shared a chilling look before staring right back at him.
He stared at us trying to figure us out. Trying to figure out was made us tick, but I was not a clock so we were apparently just having a stare off.
Mr. Harmon's phone began to ring.
He looked at us and then his phone debating on whether to answer it.
Finally breaking he smiled at us before muttering a quick apology and picking up his phone.
I watched numerous emotions flicker in his eyes. As he looked at the phone before putting it back down.
"Soo Tate." I said laying the back of my head in Tate's lap. "What do shrinks think about when a wildly brilliant patient doesn't talk to punish said psychiatrist."
"I bet they think about sex." Tate said.
"Ohh I bet your right." I replied with a smirk towards him before looking at Mr. Harmon.
"Do you both think about sex a lot?" Mr. Harmon asked.
I shrugged. "Sometimes…its or hit or miss for me, I could go without sex…"
I sighed "but when I do want it," I slowly drug my fingers up my thighs before closing my thigh over them biting my lip "my appetite…in insatiable…"
Mr. Harmon watched me, his eyes unmoving until Tate spoke up.
"I think about one girl in particular. Your daughter. I jerk off thinking about her."
I remained silent letting Tate's words roll off of me as I watch Mr. Harmon grow more and more uncomfortable at the mention of little Violet.
"A lot…"
"I'm not comfortable with you talking about my daughter Tate."
"Don't you want to know what I do to her?" He asked with a smirk.
"I lay her down on the bed, caress her soft skin make her purr like a little kitten. She's a virgin they get wet so easily…"
I stiffened at his description, my eye narrowing slightly. Did he really want Violet that way? Or was he mind fucking both of us right now?
Mr. Harmon was barely reigning in his inner rage.
He began to stroke my hair when he noticed my stiff posture. I relaxed into his touch resisting to purr like a kitten.
"Do you turn to these thought to comfort yourself, in times of stress." Mr. Harmon bit out.
"Actually yes. I jerk off a lot to make the visions go away. The blood and the carnage. I want the thoughts to go away and you're not helping." Tate said to him with a frown.
"Well we've only been working together a few weeks now…"
I scoffed. "That's not a good excuse doctor…"
Tate smirked. His fingers began to trail down my bare back, Mr. Harmon's eyes following.
"Your sexual…right." Tate asked.
"Violet told us about the affair with the girl in Boston, you sly dog…" I said with a coy smile.
"Not much older than her she said." Tate said with a smirk of his own.
"Our time is up." He snapped.
"Bullshit." I said glaring at him.
"I don't except that." Tate said
"Our time is up for today, Tate, Angel." He said seriously.
I glared at him. He wasn't being a very good sport.
"Fine." I said slowing stretching and standing. Mr. Harmon and Tate's eyes glued to me.
My dress rising slightly showing a hint of the black garter belt I was wearing.
I turned my heels and headed to the door my tiered skirt flaring around me.
I walked to the door to see Mr. Harmon's eyes still glued on my figure only this time instead of Tate smirking at him he was glaring.
Tate quickly walked behind me shooting Mr. Harmon one last glare before slamming the door behind us.
"Mr. Harmon is a cheating perverted bastard. You shouldn't tease him or wear things like that, especially not in front of him." Tate growled at me.
I scoffed as we walked towards the basement. Now was not the time to play jealous lover game. "Don't fantasize about Violet in front of me."
He grabbed my arm stopping me. "Don't walk away from me, when I'm talking to you."
I pulled from his grip returning his glare my blood boiling. "Don't touch me Tate."
"Children please stop your bickering…" a calm female voice said.
We both turned to see Nora with a frown on her face. Tate and I dropped our heads in shame. "Sorry."
"There now…" She whispered tilting my head up with her finger the same with Tate. "You two will either play together nicely or not at all, I can't stand to see you two bickering over toys, understand?"
We nodded.
"Good." She said with a small smile before disappearing.
We shared a look.
I sighed before walking over towards Tate and hugging him.
He held me tight laying his head on my head.
Days of Blood and Fire…
Not long after was the anniversary of Maria and Gladys death.
Every once and a while we would get some people that would come and try to react their death. It was incredibly entertaining.
Tonight was no different.
Mr. Harmon was away from home and it was just Mommy Harmon and little Violet.
"Should we help them now?" Tate asked me with an arm around my waist.
"No not yet." I said as I continued to watch them.
I held back my laughter when they decided Violet would be Gladys. It was funny. I would have picked her to be Maria…
"When are we going to help, when they're about to drown her?" Tate hissed and I glared at him.
"See; it's that kinda attitude like that, that makes me believe you're growing a little too fond of our toys Tate."
He sighed running a hand through his hair.
"It's ok, we won't let them get away with this. This family, this house, it's our ultimate doll house. They won't be getting away with playing with our toys." I said my eyes darkening as I pressed my lips to his.
Tate looked at me before nodding.
I turned back just in time to see Violet running towards us. I didn't have to tell Tate to grab her.
"Tate! Angel! They're trying to kill me and my mom." She said looking at Tate and I with scared wide eyes.
"You have to get them to the basement." He said.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked with a frown.
"The basement Violet, just do it and we'll take it from there." I said seriously before we hid letting them take her.
Young Addie ran past the murder house and towards the house next door…
"Mr. Knight, Mr. Knight, Mr. Knight!" She cried as she banged on his bedroom door. How she had managed to get through his front door….the world may never know.
"Yes, what is it Addie?" A familiar british accent asked as he opened his bedroom door, not even the slightest bit surprised that she got into his house in the first place.
She stared at him for a second a slight blush staining her cheek, Mr. Knight was a very handsome man. Short curly blonde hair, raspberry colored lips and those beautiful sky blue eyes not to mention the clear as day british accent.
"Um there a very bad man next door." She said shyly.
"Mr. Harmon?" He asked curiously.
"No, not him another bad man. He's going to do bad things to them…"
He frowned. "Alright love, let me get changed and I'll check it out. However you should go tell you mum, she'll be worried that you're out at dark by yourself."
"Ok." She said softly.
"I will walk you, wait just a second." He said flashing her a perfect smile.
"Ok." She said bashfully before looking away.
Days of Blood and Fire…
I heard one of them walking towards us.
I laughed, catching her attention before Tate walked across her line of vision and disappearing.
"Hey. Where'd you guys go?" The intruder asked with a groan.
Tate and I appeared behind her.
She looked around the bathroom when she turned around, I was waiting with a smile as I swung the axe Tate gave me right into her.
I did it a couple of times before I stopped.
"Why are you stopping? Finish her." Tate said his eyes filled with bloodlust.
"Because, all and all, I believe myself to be a fair person." I looked at her my blue eyes glowing as the sight of all her shed blood my british accent ringing clearly in once all white bathroom. "If you make it out of the house, we will let you live…if not…"I looked at the axe.
"I will take pleasure, in hacking you up in pieces…"
The woman gripped her side and began to walk from the room. She left a trail of blood in her stead.
Tate smirked at me. "She's not going to make it, why give her false hope."
"Because when she dies…it will be because she lacked the ability to get help. She when falls on her knees as the blood and her inner organs spills from her stomach. She will beg her god for mercy to make her death quick, only for her prayer to go unanswered. She will die scared, unloved, alone and slowly." I sighed blissfully. "It's almost the equivalent of watching the life leave her eyes… that and I'm sure the cops will think someone tried to kill her thus, one less ghost haunting this place."
Tate smirk grew before he grabbed my face and kissing me.
"God you're so damn beautiful.
Random POV.
Mr. Knight waited outside as Addie went to her mother. Soon after he heard screaming, Addie's screaming.
He sighed. He looked at the house. He felt sorry for the girl he really did, but what Constance did with her children was her business and hers alone, the only child of hers he was concerned about was the one attached to his daughter hip.
Tate.
He turned his head looking at the house. The house that he never lived in but was always at because of the bond Tate and his little Angel used to share…
He glared at the house. He hated that house. If it wasn't for what happened to her so long ago, he would have gladly burned it to the ground, its inhabitants be damned.
Angel's POV.
We walked hand and hand down the stairs and towards the basement.
"You better not be messing with me." I heard the intruder tell Violet as she did what we told her.
"It's down here around the corner…" Violet said.
The lights flickered out and I grabbed Violet pulling her with me into the shadows.
"Where are you!" The intruder screamed.
"Over here you stupid bitch." I heard Tate taunt her.
I held Violet close to me as I watched her walk towards the sound of Tate's voice.
Once I was sure she wouldn't turn around I pushed Violet towards the stairs.
"Go, find your mom then leave this house." I said darkly.
"Ok." She whispered before running up the basement stairs.
I walked from the shadow appearing by Tate's side.
The woman was staring at us in shock.
"I've already filled it with water for you." Tate said gesturing towards the tub.
She slowly crept up towards the tub and we watched her with smirks on our faces.
She covered her mouth screaming as Gladys sit up from the tub.
"I wish I had some popcorn." I whispered to Tate as we watched Gladys tear the woman to shreds.
Random POV.
"To wait do I owe this honor?"
He turned to see Constance standing in her doorway.
He put out the cigarette that he had been smoking to pass the time before walking over towards her.
"Well Addie came over saying that our new neighbors were having some uninvited guest. She even wanted me to help them, that sweet girl." He said with a chuckle.
"Why didn't you?" Constance asked curiously.
He shrugged. "I've long since learned to wait for the end game before approaching any matter."
She nodded motioning for him to come in.
"Why else have you come, surely not just to talk bad about our new neighbors; I could tell you didn't like them, you haven't even walked over there and said hello." She chuckled.
"I'm a busy man; I don't have time to associate with those people."
She smirked. "Be careful, your elitism is showing."
"I'm hear to talk about Tate and Angel and what is that teenagers name viola?" he asked his nose turned up simply by her birth name.
"Violet?" She said her tone holding equal distain.
"Yes. I received a phone call from the good doctor saying he wasn't comfortable with treating Angelica because of her relationship with Violet."
"I received one as well about my Tate. He thinks Tate into her…" She said with a frown.
"Is he?" He asked curiously.
"No it is a lie, besides even little Violet must know Angelica would sooner be burned alive than to share Tate with another girl."
"He thinks his daughters too good to associate herself with our kids…he's wrong, my Angelica is an angel. I told him so myself, although he begs to differ." He said with a haughty sneer.
"Which is why I sent over some…special cupcakes." Constance snickered.
He leaned back. "What was the secret ingredient?"
"Ipecac syrup."
"Ahh, a nice choice I would have thought arsenic for sure."
"No, arsenic would definitely do the job, but is too traceable." Constance said with a sigh.
He nodded. "I see your point but-"
Their conversation was stopped as they heard screaming and feet running down the street.
"Help somebody help us. Call the police!" Their neighbors screamed into the night.
They shared a look before quietly exiting the house and going next door.
"Jesus H. Crist!" Constance muttered as she looked down at the two mangled, disfigured dead bodies.
Mr. Knight looked at the two blondes that were holding hands, their eyes locked directly onto the bodies, no remorse to be seen at all.
"Was this your handy work?" Mr. Knight asked them.
"No." They both said together. Still emotionless. Although he could have sworn Angel seemed almost mad that it wasn't her.
"It was them." Moria said. He looked over at her she was the only one that looked remorseful.
"We have to get rid of the bodies…if you want him to keep treating us." Tate said.
"I'll get the shovel, you get the bleach."
Angel scoffed. "I'm not cleaning up anything; I have better things to do…"
"Like what?" Mr. Knight asked as he stared at his female twin, otherwise known as his daughter.
"I have to make sure my dolls are ok." She said with the tiniest smirk before disappearing from the basement.