So I was considering ending this story with this chapter and making it full of love and happy things… But then I talked to my tumblr twin, Marissa. She told me bring back one of Tate's ex-girlfriends. I was going to do this until I realized that they would be around 50 years old according to my story's time line. So, I am going to take her idea one step further. I hope that everyone is still interested in this story because the end is not near, yet. ;)

The Murder House was full of life tonight, literally. A large ghost hunting team was on the property. There were gadgets and wires all over the house. The ghosts had to be careful not to activate any of the gadgets, so many of them, except for Travis and Elizabeth, were hiding away in the attic or the basement.

Tate and Violet were lying on a blanket in the attic. If any of the living were to come up to the attic, the only thing they would see was an old blanket on the floor. Their eyes would not be able to see the small teenage girl wrapped in the arms of a larger teenage boy. They would not be able to see the stolen kisses or the tickling of finger tips.

"I love you." Tate whispered into Violet's ear, and Violet leaned her back closer to his chest, allowing Tate to tighten his grip around her small frame. Violet rested her head against his shoulder and gazed out of the attic's only window. It was nights like this, when the living took over the house, that Violet wished that she and Tate could run away. She hated the loud noises that the ghost hunters made. She hated the stupid and demeaning questions that they would ask into the darkness. Of course she knew how to turn on a flash light or move some small object. She was not an idiot.

"Are you okay?" Tate whispered again.

"I just hate when those people are here…" Violet spoke quietly. Tate laughed and kissed her cheek. "They are just having a bit of fun. Maybe we should have some fun too."

Violet's mind immediately switched into lust mode. She turned in Tate's arms and placed a kiss on his neck. Tate chuckled. "Even though I love having that kind of fun, I was thinking about something else." Violet pulled away from his neck and looked at him, confused.

"How about we scare the shit out of some ghost hunters tonight?" His eye gleamed with mischief. Violet smiled at him and playfully pushed his shoulder with her hand before standing up.

"Okay."

…

The ghosts were having a fun time scaring the living. They had managed to make five of the ghost hunters run out of the house crying and made at least two of them hyperventilate. Travis and Elizabeth had whispered random words onto the voice records, knowing that the ghost hunters would spend hours trying to figure out what the words meant. The ghostly duo also made sure that their distorted, wispy figures were caught on camera. They loved to tease the ghost hunters.

Tate and Violet also had a fun time with the ghost hunters. They would flicker the lights or lightly touch one of the living. The lovers were laughing as they watched the ghost hunters walk outside of the front door.

"Oh, that was fun." Violet laughed and smiled up at Tate. "We need to do that every time the living come into the house."

Tate wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed the side of her forehead. "I'm glad you had fun. I have missed seeing you so happy."

Tate was about to lead Violet up the stairs when the front door opened and the lights were turned on. Tate and Violet watched as a woman walked around the foyer. They recognized her as one of the ghost hunters. She had a medium build, long blonde hair that sat in a high ponytail, and dark eyes. She stopped when she was standing in the middle of the room and closed her eyes.

"I know you're here…" She whispered. "I can feel your presence."

Tate and Violet stared at the woman.

The woman opened her eyes slowly and spoke in a loud tone. "My name is Tara. I want to speak to Tate Langdon. I know you're here. Show yourself."

Violet gasped at the woman's words and looked up at Tate. Tate's eyes were still focused on the woman. He took his arms away from Violet before stepping forward.

Tara gasped and took a step back when Tate appeared in front of her. "Oh my God… I didn't think that would actually work." Her eyes scanned quickly over Tate's features. "You look just like the pictures…"

"How do you know who I am?" Tate questioned.

"I… I'm Tara." Tara stammered.

"Yea, you already mentioned that."

Tara took a deep breath, trying to be calm. "My mother used to tell me stories about you, Tate Langdon."

"Your mother?"

"Yes. Her name is Annie Boyd."

Tate felt his breath catch in his throat. He looked more closely at Tara, noticing how some of her features looked familiar. "Annie… I haven't thought about Annie in many years. She would have aged so much by now. Why are you here?"

"There was a reason that she told me stories about you." Tara watched as Tate's face contorted into a confused expression. "She… She wanted me to know who my father was."

A loud gasp came from the shadows behind Tate. "What?" A girl's voice spoke up from the darkness. Tara watched as Violet walked up beside Tate. She had been hiding quietly until that moment. "You can't be serious!"

Violet moved to walk closer to Tara, but Tate stuck his arm out, blocking her path. He could hear the anger in her voice. "Violet…" He said her name, warning her not to make a scene. Violet stopped her movement and opted for glaring at Tara.

Tara watched how the two teenagers interacted with each other. If one moved, the other followed. It was like they were two magnets that could not be pulled apart.

"Violet is a beautiful name." Tara smiled at Violet, and Violet glared. "Okay, okay. I can take a hint. You don't like me."

"Just ignore Violet, please. You said you were my daughter… That is impossible."

"It is very possible, since you got my mother pregnant while you both were in high school."

Tate looked at Tara and shook his head. Violet had a pained looked on her face.

"Why don't we all sit down and talk?" Tara motioned to the living room.

Tara moved to sit in one of the arm chairs, and Tate and Violet sat side by side on the couch. Violet placed her elbow against the arm rest and placed her hand over her mouth. Tate put his head in his hands. "How?"

Tara laughed. "You really want me to explain how you got my mother pregnant?"

Tate raised his head and glared at her. "No. I just don't remember your mother being pregnant."

"She told me that she told you the day that you shot up the school."

Tate's eye grew wide. "I don't remember anything from that day. I haven't been able to since I died."

Tara sighed. "Well that explains it then…"

"Will you tell us the story? Please…" Violet asked quietly.

Tate looked at Violet for a second before nodding his head and looking at Tara.

"Sure. My mother would always start with…"

Tate was a strange boy. He did not have any friends, but it was not like he was unpopular. No. He was just invisible to the world. He seemed to like it that way because he never tried to talk to anyone at school. I remember the first time I ever spoke to him. I went outside, behind the bleachers during lunch break, to have a smoke. He was standing there, leaning against the metal. He looked just like Kurt Cobain. Back then, that was such a turn on to me. He was insanely gorgeous, literally.

I tried to talk to him, but he just shrugged off my questions and walked away. From that moment on, I was drawn to him. I would see him all of the time in the hallway or the library.

It had been about a week since I tried to talk to him when I saw him at a party. It sounds crazy that he would be at a party, and I would not have believed it myself if I had not seen him with my own eyes. I was already half past high when I saw him standing against a distant wall. I watched as he handed some guy a small bag. He was obviously dealing drugs at the party. I followed him as he walked into another room.

Most of what happened next was a blur. I can remember talking to him. His voice was deep and mesmerizing. I remember noticing that he was also high. The next thing I actually remember was waking up next to him. We shared an awkward moment as we both got dressed and left.

I found out that I was pregnant a month or so after that night. I knew it had to be his because I had not been with anyone else. I wasn't planning on telling him. Hell! I wasn't even planning on having a baby.

I was sitting in a far corner of the library the day that Tate lost it. I heard the screaming and listened to the kids and teacher freak out, but I stayed hidden. I heard the gun shots and watched through an aisle as Tate shot every single one of those students. I must have made a noise because the next thing I knew, he was staring at me.

I moved from behind the aisle to face him. I put my hands up in a surrender motion as he pointed the rifle at me. I remember telling him that I was pregnant with his baby. I said it so calmly. Something flashed through his eyes, and he moved the gun down.

He didn't shot me. I don't know why, but he didn't. I even helped him escaped. I helped him leave through some back door and watched him run away.

I don't regret helping him because he spared me. That was when I decided to keep the baby, and now I have you, my angel. You changed my life. You made me a good person. I will always believe that, if Tate had not lost his mind, he would have been a great father.

"She has told me that story some many times. She told me about how you died. I heard rumors that this house was haunted, and I wanted to come see for myself. I guess the rumors were true."

"I remember that night with Annie, sort of. I remember being at that party, but most of it was a blur. I had completely forgotten about it until now. How bizarre, that my child is older than me." Tate spoke calmly.

"I can't do this." Violet shook her head and stood up. Tate tried to grab her arm, but she jerked away and walked out of the room.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble." Tara looked sad.

"No… It's just… This is crazy." Tate smiled at Tara.

"You're telling me! You are ghost."

Tate laughed. "So Tara, tell me about yourself."

Tara told him all about her life, and Tate smiled, knowing that she had grown up loved and now had a husband and a daughter.

Tate moved to sit on the edge of the coffee table so that he could be closer to Tara. He took her warm hand into his. "I wish I would have remembered that your mother was pregnant."

"You still would have died. The cops still would have shot you."

Tate nodded his head. "Yea… But at least I would have known that I did something right in my short life." Tate pulled Tara into a hug and held her for a while.

Tara was the first to pull away. "I should go."

Tate nodded his head and walked her to the door. "I'm glad that I met you, Tara."

"Me too." Tara smiled. "And, Tate… I hope that you and Violet will always be happy together. I can see how you two act around each other. Don't let her get away."

"Believe me… I have been trying to catch her since the day I met her. I would wait for her for forever." Tate smiled and kissed Tara on the cheek.

"Goodbye…"

…

Tate turned away from the front door when he heard something break in the kitchen. He heard the sound again and then again. "Oh shit." He murmured to himself. He slowly made his way to the kitchen, keeping his eyes on the alert for flying plates.

When he reached the doorway, he ducked his head quickly as a plate flew towards him and smashed against the wall beside his head. Violet cursed under her breath for missing and picked up another plate to try again.

"Hey! What the fuck, Vi? Stop!" Tate ducked again as another plate flew towards him. He didn't move fast enough, and the plate hit him in the shoulder. Tate growled and was directly in front of Violet within a second. "What the fuck is your problem?" His hands wrapped around her wrists, holding tightly enough to leave bruises.

Violet glared at him. She dropped her voice an octave, imitating him. "Violet, I swear... I want to be with you so badly. And that's never happened to me... With a girl." Violet's voice went back to normal. "I thought that meant you were a virgin, like me. I did wonder why you seemed so experienced the first time, but I just convinced myself that you were just that good. Bull. Shit." She spat the last two words in Tate's face.

Tate growled and squeezed her wrists tighter. "Yea, Violet. I fucked other girls before you, but that is all it was. A fuck. None those girls meant anything to me. I meant what I said to you. I had never felt that way towards a girl before. I have never felt so drawn to someone. I wanted to do everything perfectly with you. I didn't want you to be just another fuck."

Violet shook her head and looked down. "Yea, well one of those random fucks led to a baby, Tate. Actually, two of them did."

"Oh don't start with that again! And yea, well I was high that night. I don't remember much of it. I obviously wasn't in my right mind."

Violet laughed and glared at him again. "Thank you for reminding me. You were a drug dealer and did drugs?"

It was Tate's turn to laugh. "After all of the bad things I have done… You want to condemn me for the drugs? Seriously, Violet. It was the 90s. Everyone was doing drugs."

"Why does it seem that every time I think I know you… One of your lies comes out of the darkness?" Violet whispered. She no longer had the energy to fight him.

Tate let go of her wrists and moved to gently cup her face. "Believe me, if I knew I had a daughter, I would have told you that a long time ago. I found out the same time you did. I didn't tell you about the sex and the drugs because they have nothing to do with you I am now. If I would have known you back then, if you had been born the same time I was, I would have been a different person."

Violet felt a single tear fall down her cheek, and Tate's thumb moved across her cheek to wipe it way. "I'm sorry for flipping the fuck out… I just get so angry sometimes."

"It's the house. I don't blame you, but I will have to punish you for hitting me with that plate. I think you might have broken my shoulder. You have quiet an arm, little one." Tate teased her and smirked at her. Violet laughed.

The next thing Violet knew, she was swung over Tate's shoulder. "Ah! Tate!" She laughed and gently beat her hands on his back. "Put me down!"

"Sorry. No can do, Vi. I told you that I was going to punish you." Tate laughed and carried her up the stairs.

Next chapter – sexy time! I hope you enjoyed this little plot twist.