Author's Note The beginning of this is a police report :) and then TATE POV! I'm just trying it out so let me know what you think!

CASE NUMBER: 94-3336 (exclusive to HOME; WESTFIELD HIGH incident recorded separately.)

INCIDENT DATE: 11-18-1994
INCIDENT TIME: 11:03 a.m. (discovery, time of death unknown.)
INCIDENT LOCATION: Langdon Home, Los Angeles, CA (View WESTFIELD SHOOTING FILE for more information.)
VICTIM: Lilian Alexandra Thistle, DOB-December 15, 1977. Home address- 9 Bell Drive, Los Angeles, California.
SUSPECT:Tate Alexander Langdon, DOB- June 15, 1977.

NARRATIVE: Entered house invited at 11:00 a.m. Immediately rushed to bedroom on second floor, where boy was located. After beginning to cooperate, Tate pulled a gun from under a pillow on his bed. Was shot down with 17 bullets from the team assembled. Fell at foot of bed.

As he lay dying, I questioned him as to his motives of shooting his classmates. He did not respond. However just before his recorded time of death, his hand reached underneath the bed, revealing a human hand that he then squeezed just before his last breath.

The bed was quickly and carefully lifted so as to not disturb the findings underneath it. The scene was photographed after the discoverance of Lilian Thistle's body, already cooled. Her neck had been snapped what seemed like less than hour before our arrival.

If the photograph is not attached to this file, I highly recommend finding it in studying of this case. In almost a Romeo and Juliet-esque pose, both bodies lay beside each other, hands linked, faces tilted towards each other. Whether this was by chance or by Tate's doing, we will never know.

Lilian's body was removed first, and Constance Langdon identified the body. "Yes, that's Lily Thistle… Are you sure he hurt her? Tate loved Lily more than anything in this world." Tate's body was removed while Constance was giving her statement to avoid any severe emotional outbreak from the mother, and the recently returning home sister, Adelaide.

In my personal opinion, of all the crimes Tate Langdon has committed this day, (see WESTFIELD HIGH SHOOTING and ASSAULT ON LAWRENCE HARVEY) this was the most heartbreaking to discover. Several of our members took a moment in silence outside the home in respect of the classmates killed, but mainly our prayers were directed towards the girl's soul.

I fear that as we look further into things, we may find that Tate Langdon's murders were performed on students that he liked…

TATE LANGDON P.O.V.

As I was slowly refinding myself in the house, I felt something beautiful clasped in my hand. Soft palm, delicate fingers, clutched in my own. Something sticky and warm… I frowned when I realized it was blood.

I opened my eyes slowly and turned my head. It was her.

My breathing sped up for a moment as I quickly let go of her hand and sat up straight. She was covered in blood.

What had happened? The events that led me here came in flashes.

Hearing someone screaming for me and running through the house as fast as I could.

Coming upon a terrible scene as Violet sat atop Lily, stabbing her again and again and again.

Pulling Violet away. Violet! Stop it!

No, Tate! Go away!

Before I even had a chance to disappear, her blade went straight through my heart, and that was the last thing I knew before blackness.

I crawled to Lily's side. She looked as if she was merely sleeping as I ran a finger along her cheek. I glanced at her bloodied and torn shirt. I winced at the amount of stab wounds.

I knew that she wasn't sleeping. Her soul was lost somewhere outside of the house, and I was unsure as to when it would return. "Lily?" I put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. "Lily, wake up…" I cooed at her. She didn't respond.

I took a deep breath. I couldn't face her, not after all of this. I'd have to watch her, protect her.

But, I couldn't face her.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, then stood slowly. "I'm sorry…" I felt tears pricking at my eyes. I left quickly before I changed my mind.

Besides, I had a bitch to deal with.

AND BACK TO LILY P.O.V.

I was getting sick of the whole dying when you're dead situation. How many times had I visited this same nonexistent plane now? Three times, counting this…

Violet. Violet had gotten the upper hand. It made me livid, knowing that she had trapped me in Nowhere Ville. I gave her the upper hand. I fought with kid gloves. She had the handicap of Tate over my head. Tate may still love her; therefore hurting her would hurt him and indefinitely hurt me.

Get out of your head Lily! Stop living in this warped reality! What matters? Nothing, unless you act! You're in charge. You hold all of the cards. You picked this destiny, so stop fucking around!

The familiar too-bright walls surrounded me, caging me in. I was surprised, I should be out by now. A couple of stab wounds would've healed, especially if calling for Tate had produced results…

I looked ahead of me and saw the same shattered mirror from the last time I had been here, pinned up on the wall.

I stepped to it. The reflection was mine and mine alone. I pressed my hand to the glass. Over my shoulder, I saw Tate appear, coming towards me. I glanced over my shoulder, but he wasn't there.

However, when I looked back in the glass, he was resting his head on my shoulder and wrapping an arm around my waist.

I smiled, relaxing. He smiled back and planted a kiss just below my ear.

When I turned to look into his eyes, he wasn't really there. His image was in the mirror only, but that was alright for now. He was holding me in my reflection, and I could at least pretend that everything was working out…

Nora's gone.

I opened my eyes and I was lying on a freezing cold table, Doctor Charles Montgomery leaning over me. Everything was blurred.

I flinched as my eyes focused. He had a needle under my skin. I sat up quickly, pushing him away. "Get off!"

He looked concerned, palming his face. "Oh, dear. I've brought another one back to life again." He reached behind himself for an unlabeled bottle.

I glanced down at my bare body. Across my chest were several groupings on black stitches. "What the hell were you doing?" I pulled a nearby lab coat over my self.

He stood, walking towards a shelf. "36 stab wounds. Or perhaps 37..." He clicked his tongue. "Nora came running for me." He nodded.

My heart dropped. "Tate didn't save me?"

"Oh, the boy? Poor son, he went down in three." He dabbed the chemical on some cloth. "He made it." He brought the cloth to his mouth and inhaled. "You didn't."

A million things came to my mind at once. He had come? Violet had stabbed him? But then, where was he now? Why had he left?

"Where's Nora?" I asked. She would be much better at giving me these sorts of answers, especially since the doctor was under the influence.

Charles stopped, placing the cloth down. "Nora has left. Her and the baby had somewhere else to be, she will not be returning."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What do you mean she left?"

Charles shrugged. "She has left the house. She's gone."

Somehow, I knew that he wasn't just crazy or confused. As I had been returning, I had… felt her leaving, almost.

Unconsciously, I reached down and began picking at one of the stitches.

"Don't touch those!" Charles scolded.

"Take them out then!" I demanded in return.

"No!" He protested like a child. "That's the only thing keeping you alive!"

I sighed angrily and reached towards where he had his tools. "Doctor Charles Montgomery, I think you need to understand something." I got hold of a pair of scissors. "We're all dead. And we are stuck here." I started to snip away at the black threads all across my chest and belly. "The good news is, we can't die again." I gave him a pointed look. "So you're job as a doctor is pretty much null and void." I snipped the last of the stitches and pull the excess out.

"You're bleeding right now!" He pointed.

I sighed. "Wait a minute."

His eyes widened when in a few moments, the wounds had all disappeared.

"Can I have my clothes back?" I asked.

He glanced around. "The shirt had been destroyed…" He glanced towards the stairs. "A woman had come down here and taken the pants to be cleaned."

I stood, annoyed, and put the lab coat on so that it would cover everything.

"What about that wound?" He pointed to my left arm, TATE still scratched across it.

I glanced at it, pulling down the sleeve. "I don't know."

He looked quite puzzled, however, he continued on. "There's a girl who is down here quite often. Let me find her." He spun around. "Girl who lives in the basement," he called.

Hayden slinked out of the darkness. "What?"

Charles pointed at me. "She needs clothes."

Hayden glanced at me. "Oh. Alright." She smiled slightly. "Here, come with me." She stepped towards me and brought her fingers around my wrist, tugging me behind her.

Once we were away from Charles, I pulled away. "I have clothes."

She nodded. "I assumed you'd want to get out of there." She glanced around. "Travis should be somewhere around, he can fix whatever Charles did to you."

"I already got it."

"He'll want to see you anyway; he's been worried about you this whole time." She nudged me. "So, Violet did that to you?"

Right. Travis had come and broken the two of us up, where had he gone? "Yeah. Where is Travis? I owe him a thank you probably."

"Did you do something with Tate? Is that why she got angry at you?" Hayden slightly stepped in my way, blocking the exit to the room.

I suddenly felt threat fill the air. "Excuse me?"

Hayden put her hands up in surrender. "Look, I get it. Being dead is rough, and Tate's as attractive as they come." She put her hands down and they balled into fists. "But, I called dibs."

A fire sparked in me. "What the fuck?"

She laughed slightly. "Look, I get it. You're a little bitty high schooler in love." She stepped close to me. Too close. "But this is a big girl game. I've already laid the foundation down. We're already hooking up." She shoved me back a bit. "I was into it first. And I already have to deal with that pissy bitch upstairs, and I don't need you thinking you can just pop into it."

Tate had been with this girl, too? What the hell was this shit? Violet and Vivien and now Hayden? I felt myself boiling over. Tate. Is. Mine. Call me jealous, call me vengeful. But I didn't let him kill my friends- I didn't go after him to have myself killed- for him to be with ALL OF THESE SLUTS.

"Tate's mine," I growled.

"What?" She laughed.

"Tate Alexander Langdon," I paused. "Is mine." I shoved her back with all of my might.

"Are you joking, you bitch?" She demanded once she caught her footing just short of hitting her head on the wall. "I'm twice your size!"

Tiny Lily. But, angry Lily. "Hey guess what?" I asked.

"What?" She snapped.

"I slept with Ben." I flashed my pearly whites at her. This wasn't a lie. We had been sleeping in the same bed.

Her face fell. "No you didn't."

"Sure I did." I nodded. "And unlike with SOME people, he actually liked it enough to keep it a secret. He didn't bury me in the back yard." If I was going to go for it, I might as well go all the way.

"You're lying!" She looked upset.

"No." I shook my head earnestly. "Guess what else?"

She looked expectant.

"Me and Tate had sex." I grinned from ear to ear. "So much sex."

Hayden shook her head, confusion like the idiot girl she was. "Tate said he only sleeps with Violet."

"Yeah." I stepped into her personal bubble. "But he fucked me before we died."

"What?"

"Oh, you didn't hear?" I laughed. "I'm Tate's real girlfriend." I pushed her up against the wall. "And you just played the wrong card."

xxXXxx

The sun wasn't even up yet, and the task was nearly finished. I continued to shovel the dirt back into the hole I had dug. I was most likely caked with mud, as the ground had been wet from the last rain.

I sang to myself, the same song Violet had been creeped out by. "Wait down, by the stream. How sweet it will seem, once more, just to dream in the moonlight. My honey I know, with the dawn, you'll be gone. But tonight, you belong to me."

"What are you doing?" I glanced up and Ben was standing at the edge of the makeshift grave.

I smiled. "Filling in a grave."

Ben's eyes nearly popped from his head. "Who did you bury?"

"Hayden." I went back to shoveling the dirt in.

Ben stood there quietly for a long moment.

I went back to my humming.

"I'll help you." He took the shovel from my hands and quickly began to work.

I sat down criss-cross and watched him.

"Will she stay buried?" He asked without looking up.

I thought for a moment. "Well, she had a scalpel through her chest. She'll have to get that out first." I nodded. "Then, she'll have to dig her way up at least six feet without suffocating."

Ben pushed in the last bit of dirt. "Why'd you do it?"

"Wouldn't you have?" I asked.

Ben suddenly hit the dirt with his shovel.

"Exactly." I grinned, standing. "I was angry. She tried to fuck with me." I shrugged, turning away. "I'm going to go shower and put on yet another set of clothes." I had been satisfied with my outfit, but then Violet ripped it up and stained it with all of her stabbing. I had wrecked the lab coat killing Hayden. And now my new outfit was covered in mud. I turned around just as I reached the back door. "In case you hadn't noticed, Ben," I called. "Nobody gets to fuck with me."

I wondered if he knew about Violet attacking me. I wonder if he knew about Tate's and my history. It wasn't that important to me, though. All I knew that mattered was that I was insane. And that I loved Tate, and being with him was all that meant something.

Several minutes later, I found myself comforted by the hot water that was cascading all over me. Once the mixture of earth and blood were washed away, I tilted my head back and relaxed.

What was going to happen to me? Was this it? Killing every time I grew too angry? Never facing the most likely sole person who could help me? Never being just happy? Never feeling relief, just pain and anger and depression?

I heard the door slam and I snapped back to reality. I turned off the water and pulled back the curtain a bit. In the steam on the mirror was scribbled, 'Watch your back better. XOXO, Vi.'

I sighed, stepping out and realizing that the change of clean clothes I had brought up was gone. "Really mature," I muttered, wiping her message off of the mirror. I shrugged as I grabbed the towel, wrapping it around me. "At least I didn't get stabbed." I took a breath and became invisible. I don't think she thought her plan out this far.

I stepped out of the bathroom. The hallway air was cool in comparison. I tried to remember what season it was as I headed towards the stairs.

I stopped when I realized that someone was following me. Slow steps could be heard close behind me.

I subtly stepped out of there path without looking at them and started to head back towards the attic. I was sure I could find some clothes up there.

In a moment, I realized the footsteps could still be heard behind me. I stopped abruptly, and my follower followed suit.

I headed towards the stairs that led to the first floor once more.

I glanced behind me and felt my heart rate speed up. Behind me was Tate, dark eyes scanning the floor leading up to me. I was invisible, wasn't I? Was he tailing me so closely?

I found the answer almost immediately. Invisible or not, my feet were leaving wet footprints as I walked on, a perfect trail straight to me.

Tate looked up at me. Though I knew he couldn't see me, I felt like he knew where I was. He was looking straight into my eyes, and he smiled.

I hurried towards the stairs, startled.

He was after me in a heartbeat, his sneakers squeaking on the hardwood floor.

I slightly hoped he didn't slip on the map of water I was leaving behind, but I was more focused on his not catching me.

I was running as we got to the first floor, my heartbeat in my ears. I could hear him, just behind me. He had been on the track team; it wouldn't be hard for him to catch up.

Suddenly the walls around me weren't what I thought them to be. I had stepped into a memory, and I was remembering this exact moment at the lake house, as I ran from what had happened with Cameron. Here it was again, only now, it was more serious. This was me, running away from everything.

And I didn't want to run away from everything anymore.

Once it hit me, I felt myself start to slip, and as I did, I became visible again. I crashed to the floor, soaking wet in a towel. But this time, I wasn't crying. All the other moments I thought I had missed didn't matter.

This was the moment.

"Shit, Lily, are you alright?" Tate was by my side in a fraction of a second, his hand pressed on my damp back, a worried look on his face.

I looked into his beautiful eyes. He could see me! He was touching me!

"Lily?" He inched slightly closer to me.

I laughed. "I'm excellent, Tate Langdon." I smiled.

He grinned, too. "What are you laughing about?"

I reached up, twisting my fingers into his golden locks and pulling him in to me. Our lips met for the first time in 24 years, but as they did, everything disappeared. All the time apart, all the blood, the anger, the hiding, the insecurities- gone.

He adjusted so that I was lying on the floor underneath him. There were still fights to be fought, issues to be dealt with, stories to tell, confessions to let out...

But, for now, it was just Tate and Lily, kissing for their (second)first time.

And that was all that mattered.

A/N: Tomorrow (Tuesday) I am having a surgery. I have no clue when I'll be in a state to update. (I hope sooner rather than later) But, if you think this is nearing the end, YOU ARE MISTAKEN SIR