A/N: Based off of scenes in the Promo for tomorrow's episode "Spooky Little Girl"

I tossed the paper bag down on my bed at Tate's feet as he lounged on it, "I can't believe you're making me do this."

Tate sat up, reaching for my wrist over the end of the iron bed frame, "You have to, Vi." He said softly, stroking the scars on my wrist.

"How do you even know a ghost can get someone pregnant," I demanded, gesturing my head to the ceiling. The thought seemed absurd. Tate was dead. He wasn't even entirely real.

"'Cause I've seen it happen before, Vi." Tate looked me straight in the eye, his saturated with worry. I didn't want to debate it with him anymore. So I sighed in annoyance and took the bag off the bed, heading to the bathroom.

I locked myself inside, leaving Tate slouching on the wall outside the door. Honestly I thought this was a bunch of bullshit. We'd slept together twice. Big whoop. I wasn't pregnant. I wasn't even sure I believed Tate when he said it was possible.

My mind was stuck on something else as I pulled the test out of the box though. Tate knew. He'd always known he was dead. Constance's idea that he didn't seemed silly now. 17 years? Tate was smarter than that.

I crossed my arms on my chest as I set the soiled test on the counter., just staring at the little white strip at the end. I intended to stare at it for the next two minutes until the one little blue line showed up, so I could unlock the door get this stupid thing over with so Tate and I could go back to making out on the bed and make use of the more appealing items in the paper bag.

I pulled out the box of condoms and began reading it. Trojan Fire & Ice. Warm and Tingling sensations for both partners. I'd had no fucking idea what I was doing in that part of the store. I just took the first box the stupid acne prone sales kid shoved at me.

I tore off the top of the box and pulled out an accordion of little foil packets. I tore one off the line and fingered it in my hand, the rest set aside on the sink along with the box. I looked up at my reflection in the mirror, the little square there too the harsh bathroom light glinting off of the blue and purple package.

It seemed so strange to me. It felt like I wasn't the person in the mirror. That it couldn't be me holding up a condom, the box spilled over into the sink basin, a pregnancy test resting precariously on the corner. This is how I felt when I looked in the mirror when I was cutting. It wasn't me. I was somehow separated from that pain for a moment and the girl in the mirror with the slit on her wrist wasn't me.

And there it was, just barely visible in the reflection. A single blue line on the white strip.

I grabbed the test and burst back out the door, holding it up. Tate stood immediately from his resting place against the wall, glancing between me and the test.

"Negative. Happy?" I asked.

Tate took the test from me and stared at it almost like he didn't believe it, before he looked at me, "The tests aren't always right. Just do one more. I know you have one."

"Bullshit, Tate!" I snapped. I'd done it, at his ridiculous request, and I wasn't going to go in that damn bathroom and do it all over again, "Its negative. The end, sayonara, no more questions asked."

"I'm worried about you, Vi," Tate stepped in assertively, standing up all the way so that I had to actually tilt my head back to look at him with how close he was.

This was really pissing me off, "Bull crap! There's something else going on her, Tate. And you're gonna tell me."

"I'm trying to protect you, Violet. I can't do that when you're so god damn stubborn."

Screw him! I didn't need his damn protection! And if whatever he was protecting me from was so damn important, he could fucking tell me.

The condom was crumpled in my balled up fist, and I flicked it in his face, "Fuck you," I shoved past him towards my bedroom, "You're sleeping in the attic."

I watched Violet go and heard the door slam before I moved. I threw down the stupid pregnancy test and stomped my foot childishly, "Shit!"

I ran and stomped down the stairs the way I had the day Violet's father kicked me out of her room, angry tears threatening to burst forth in my eyes, until I was in the basement, the head bowed to the wall as my forearms supported me.

"What did you do this time?" A mocking voice came from somewhere in the darkness of the basement. I paid it no mind. Hayden could fuck off. She wasn't worth the attention she whored around for, "Awe, did you piss of your wittle nightingale. ' Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well.'"

"Shut up," I demanded lowly, trying to stay calm and not do something I could regret.

"'Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!'" She continued on, the lines out of order.

"Shut Up!" I yelled, banging my fist against the brick wall. I could feel it scrape. There would be blood. I felt like I was yelling at the voices in my head again, but Hayden was very real.

"'As she is famed to do, deceiving elf."

"I didn't deceive her!" I yelled at Hayden, tipping my head in her general direction, but not looking at her. I hated this. I wanted the bitch to disappear, but I wouldn't speak the words. Because something in me told me she was right.

"Oh no? How long did she go before she found out she was dating a dead mass murder?" Hayden shoved herself in my face, pushing on my shoulder to make me face her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," My voice sounded weaker. I was scared. I didn't know anything about my death. I didn't want to.

"Bullshit. You know deep down, and it's all you can think about. That and how you knocked Vivien up with your demon child. Do you realize what you've done? What you've done?" Hayden's voice echoed around me and I was becoming dizzy.

Then the voice changed, "Do you realize what you've done?" Now it was my mother shoving my against the wall and tears spilled down my face. I was afraid of her. I just wanted all this to go away. The vision shook around me before it fell into some normality.

Her hands were on my cheeks, eyes searching mine, "Tell me it isn't true."

"What," I asked, my voice lifeless, as if the emotion I wanted to be there was bleached out, because it was me there but I couldn't control it, this body, these words.

"Vivien. The babies. Tell me they're not yours," My mother spoke in fake desperation.

"What do you care?" I asked, the vision waivered again, "Do you- Do you are?"

Her hands were in my shirt now, the tears on my cheeks again, "Do you have any idea the demon you've created? It'll take us all down, and this god forsaken house with it."

She was pushing me against the wall now and I couldn't do anything. I was terrified.

"Do you realize what you've done?" She snapped at me.

"Go away," I squeaked, the tears thick in my throat, "Leave me alone."

"Wh-what you've, you realize wh-, Do you realize what you've done? What you've done? Done…"

It was Hayden's voice again, and I was back in the basement, slumped against the cold stone wall. Hayden's voice echoed with the words, but she was gone.