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Happy Valentine's Day!
Hope you also enjoy this new chapter although it is shorter than the last.
Enjoy!
Days of Blood and Fire...
Angel's POV.
"She's doing research on us." I said with a bored sigh. "She was looking into the Westfield high massacre."
"She's gonna find out…" Tate said with a sigh of his own.
"If she doesn't already know…"
"What do we do now?" He asked curiously.
"What we've always done. Wait for the right time…then strike." I said with a shrug.
"I'm not ready to kill her yet" He said pouting like a child.
"With any luck she'll stick to my original bet and kill herself." I said flashing a smirk and wiggling my eyebrows.
"Angel."
"It was a joke; besides I'm not yet done playing with her. In the last remainder of her time here…let's share her…" I offered.
Tate smiled and I smiled back. I always seemed to indulge him.
Violet's POV.
This was bullshit…this shit wasn't real…it couldn't be.
And yet…
Violet scrolled and scrolled and scrolled hundreds of pictures. Hundreds.
Her heart went out to the deceased kids that died, they didn't need too and she couldn't understand why it was them that had too.
No. what she couldn't get over…what she couldn't believe was that people had managed to catch Tate and Angel together.
Pictures of them holding hands, playing, studying. But even she could see it.
In the pictures where it was only them, they were different. Their smiles were different. Their eyes only seemed to ensnare each other leaving everyone else behind.
They truly loved only each other. And that hurt. That hurt more than finding out her friends were murders, it hurt more than anything because he had never looked at her like that…never…
She pushed away from the laptop and fumbled downstairs calling for her mother.
This was bullshit…complete and utter bullshit…
She paused when she caught sight of a pack of cigarettes that could only belong to one person.
"She's not here…" Constance said with a drag of her cigarette.
"Where is she? Did you hurt her?" Violet's voice cracked hinting towards her pain.
The older blonde scoffed. "Of course not. She's probably at the grocery store buying some frozen fair to reheat for you supper tonight."
There was a pause.
"You found out about Tate and Angel…didn't you."
Silence.
"I knew you would."
"Get out of my house…this is not happening…" Denial was really a harsh bitch when she wanted to be, almost as much as Angel.
"I questioned my sanity when I first found out. But this house…this house will make you a believer."
Violet stared at her in confusion.
"You see Violet we were living here…when they lost their way. And I believe that the house drove them to it."
"What? No…that can't be real." Denial had a tight grip and didn't want to let go, clingy bitch.
"You're a smart girl how can you be so arrogant to think there is only one reality there your able to see."
Silence.
"I want you to meet someone…" Constance muttered standing and leading the way.
There was another beat of silence. Violet took a shaky breathe, ran a hand through her hair looked around once before following the woman that lived next door.
Angel's POV
"So…." I drawled staring at the familiar blonde girl as she stood in front of Tate and I. "What's mother dearest prognosis. What is she going to tell little Vi?"
"The girl is pretty freaked as is; she's like a gust of wind from suicide." She said taking a deep inhale of her cigarette. She was her mother's daughter, being a medium surely wasn't all that it cracked up to be.
Tate glared and took a menacing step towards her. I held out my hand stopping him.
"No need to get upset darling, I told you that much already." I looked back at Sara Dean Howard who was watching Tate through narrowed eyes but she wasn't afraid.
She got her gift much sooner than her mother, she had long since adjusted, most ghost didn't faze her.
"Because of the shattered state of her mind; my mom will probably tell her that you guys don't even know that you're dead."
Tate and I both raised an eyebrow. Of course we knew we were dead…how could we not? But it was perfect, we could use that to our advantage.
"I like it. It will fit well with the denial of us not knowing those kids from Halloween." I said with a smile.
Tate laughed remembering our Halloween night. Twas a fun night indeed.
"She will play it up to you guys walking around in child-like confusion, she'll tell her she was chosen and some other bullshit, she'll probably even tell her that it's her job to help you both move on." Sara said with another drag before putting it out. She wasn't a hard smoker like her mother.
I scoffed "Move on? But why? We're having so much fun here in our house."
"We've never felt more alive." Tate said with a smirk.
I nodded before smiling at her. "Thank you Sara, you've been such a big help, feel free to visit us as you age."
Without waiting for her to respond Tate and I disappeared into the house.
I stopped as I watched Mrs. Harmon lay down on the bed her stomach uncovered as she slept.
"Let's check on our little one?" I said towards Tate.
Tate followed behind as I practically floated towards the pregnant woman. She may be just a walking lump of flesh, but she's carrying a very important package.
"Hello my little monster mommies here…" I whispered over her stomach before placed my hand on it.
To my utter surprise, I felt a tiny hand brush across my own.
"Tate look…."He placed his chin on my shoulder watching the stomach closely.
"Mommy loves you Daddy loves you, but the world is sick, you are our gift to it." I said as I took Tate's hand and placed it on top on her stomach along with mine again.
Tate snatched his hand along with mine own back when he felt the touch as well.
We shared a look. Our little monster was strong indeed.
We walked through the high in high spirts when we pasted the bathroom. Vi was back to those bad habits of hers.
She had once again not bothered to close the door. Besides she was still doing it wrong, cutting up and not across the tracks was far more efficient.
Tate leaned his head on my own while his arms were wrapped around my waist.
"Are you scared now?" Tate asked her curiously.
She looked at us seeing our reflection in the mirror but when she turned around, we were gone.
We shouldn't have been screwing with her the way we were but we couldn't help it. She made it too easy and her reactions were just so much fun.
"Angel… Tate…" She called out to us. We ignored her and continued as we were.
We walked down towards the basement hand in hand. She followed.
"Tate…Angel…I'm not play hide and seek. You guys have to leave now!" Violet shouted.
Unbeknownst to her, when she blindly followed us down with her intention of making two ghost leave, she basically walked into the mother den and announced 'I can see you'.
Tate leaned into me. Ever since feeling our little monster he had been trying to seemingly make another one.
Now was no different. I let him back me into a basement wall shrouded in darkness. He was rough, but I didn't mind. His touches left trails of scorching heat. His lips swallowed my moan as his hands explored my lower body.
I almost…almost let him let me forget about Vi. Almost.
Vi screamed.
The ghosts were just playing with her, they wouldn't hurt her, she was ours. Violet didn't understand that though and she screamed again fear coating her vocals as she sprinted away.
I pulled away from Tate and appeared in her room. I played her favorite song hoping to placate her. while Tate wrote on her chalk board.
'Don't be afraid.'
I pouted when I saw she became even more freaked out, that seemed to push her over board. Tate and I watched as she took one pill then another then another….
"I should have bet money." I snickered as Tate shook his head as we watched her commit suicide.
"You know…death looks pretty good on her…" I said after a moment of brushing her hair from her face.
"So what? Now you want to keep her…" Tate scoffed as he picked up her flesh shell and deposited her under the house.
"I've never really minded keeping her… we're so different, she is light I'm darkness. I just didn't want her to take you from me." I said honestly.
"And she never could…always and forever…" He said grabbing my face and making me look at him.
"She won't forgive us for this…or her mother for that matter." I said after a moment, if we were going to do this…we needed to have all cards on the table, the game was changing once more…
"She'll have forever to get over it…we're immortal, what is time to us." Tate said kissing my forehead.
We watched for a moment more before dragging her body towards the bathroom.
We turned on the shower head and I slapped her face a couple of times before putting my fingers down her throat as Tate applied pressure around her stomach.
When she awoke Tate and I already had our fake tears in place. She cried upon seeing us.
I stretched my arms around her reaching Tate and he kissed her neck and her head. I kissed her too before kissing him. Our arms wrapped around her entrapping her between us.
We were the darkness and she was our light.
She would be ours forever…
