A/N: Sorry guys this chapter took a little bit longer than the next one, I kind of have exams to study for and stuff so sorry bout that ^^;
Hope you guys like it :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with American Horror Story, nor do I own any song lyrics used in this story.
Forever
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Chapter 3
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So we're bound to linger on,
We drink the fatal drop,
Then love until we bleed,
Then fall apart in parts,
You wasted your times,
On my heart,
You've burned,
And if bridges gotta fall,
Then you'll fall too.
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Violet couldn't sleep, her thoughts were filled with yellow teeth, and beady black eyes, and a boy, with a playful smirk, and challenging eyes. She smiled, and then she remembered what happened, and that smile was replaced by tears once again. She got off her bed and searched for her phone in the dim light, when she finally found it she dialed a number and called the person she never expected to call.
x.
''I thought you hated smoking.''
''I've taken it up, I can't sleep, I'm terrified of everything, what attacked me wasn't human.''
Violet watched as Leah took another pull of her cigarette; it was a strange sight, the girl who once bullied her for smoking, was the one taking the cancer stick in between her lips. She didn't know what to think, all of this was strange. Not just Leah's new smoking habit, or that big purple hat, not the sunglasses, not even the big bandage covering half her face. It was the fact that Violet didn't want to see anyone but Leah, that she wanted to talk to her, the person she wanted to get rid of the most just a few days ago. What was strange was that Violet knew that whatever it had been that attacked Leah, defiantly wasn't human, yet she couldn't help but let out the words she had tried to convince herself of so many times.
''It was Tate.''
''No you saw that other thing too.''
''He was trying to freak us both out.''
Leah shook her head no. Violet didn't know why she was so determined to stand up for Tate, why she tried to not only lie to Leah, but to herself too. She didn't like being like this, she didn't like lying to herself. She didn't like any of this.
''What did you tell your parents?''
''Don't worry. I told them I got attacked by some chola on Melrose who wanted my Chanel. Couldn't tell them I went to your house to score coke could I?''
It was strange all of it, and to think that a harmless prank turned into something so much bigger, Leah had scars on her face to prove it. That all of this wasn't just imagined, it wasn't in their heads, and it wasn't Tate's doing either, because he didn't have the claws for those kinds of marks, it was something else with long skinny fingers, and fingernails sharper than any knife, and Violet had seen it, she had seen the creature who marked Leah's face, and Leah, Leah had seen it too, and Violet was sure that they weren't the only ones. She was sure that Tate saw it just as well as they had. Except he wasn't scared of it.
''How deep are the cuts?''
''Deep.''
Violet wondered if the scars would ever heal, if Leah would be stuck with them forever.
''God, and I, I can't stop thinking about that mouth.''
''It was a mask. He was purposely trying to terrorize you.''
There she goes again, standing up for him. Violet had seen that mouth, those teeth, she had seen them in her dreams for the past few nights; she knew it wasn't just a mask.
''Do you believe in the Devil?''
''No.''
''I do. I've looked into his eyes.''
Violet couldn't help but see Tate's eyes flash through her mind. Those beautiful dark eyes, that always looked at her so softly.
''The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful, because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be God's favorite.''
x.
When she got home she went straight to her room. The conversation she had with Leah running through her mind over, and over again. She couldn't block it, even the sweet lullaby of guitar riffs couldn't bring her mind away from those eyes, those lips, she couldn't take it anymore, the urge to find him, to talk to him, was becoming unbearable. Violet knew that it was a stupid idea, that just thinking about him was stupid. Tate was seeing her father for a reason, he gave her a reason, clearly he wasn't right in the head, and clearly he was dangerous. Their last conversation kept running through her mind, jumbling along with Leah's words. Her head was becoming one big mess.
As she lay on her bed she tried to close her eyes and fall asleep, but she couldn't, because claws and playful smirks were flashing before her closed lids, and she didn't want to see either of them. She just wanted to forget, forget all of it.
Violet got off her bed and picked up a book from her desk she lay back down on her bed and tried her best to concentrate on the new world she was entering, as hard as it was, after a chapter or two it finally brought her away from her haunting mind.
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There was a soft knock on her door followed by a ''Can I come in?'' an hour later. Violet was tempted to tell her mother off, but she got up anyway. She opened her door to find her mother smiling at her, holing a cupcake in her hand.
''Our kooky neighbor made you cupcakes.'''
''Hm a candy Violet, that's cleaver.''
Violet felt tiered, she felt tiered of monsters in the basement and strange boys with cocky smiles. She felt tiered of her ''normal'' family, and her strange neighbors, and no amount of cupcakes were going to change that.
''Wanna watch a movie? I figured since your dads gone tonight we could have an all girls night.''
''Yeah, no thanks.''
An all girls night? Last time they had an all girls night was two years ago. Since then her mother put distance between the both of them, she would spend days just sitting on her bed looking through the window, and when she found out about her dad cheating it hit her worse, of course now everything was fine, and supposedly they could all go back to playing happy family, and suddenly an all girls night was in order? Yeah no thanks, was a kind answer compared to the other replies rolling through her head right now.
''I thought it might be fun to hang out.''
''Can't, homework.''
''Are you mad at me about something?''
Violet was starting to get irritated. She looked at the cupcake on her nightstand, and picked it up.
''Why don't you eat it? Since you're eating for two now. What you think I'm stupid?''
''I was gonna tell you tonight.''
''You know statistics when you have a baby over forty right?''
This whole conversation, this whole act was driving Violet over the edge, lately everyone lied to her, kept things from her, and for gods sakes treated her like a godamn child. She was getting tiered, very tiered, and irritated. What were her parents thinking?! Having a fucking child, making it grow up between a fucking shrink and a idiot of a mother who kept thinking, believing that things were going to change. Well guess what? They weren't.
''Having a baby isn't going to keep you and dad together, if that's what you're thinking.''
''Wow Violet, I am really appreciating your optimism on this. Really am. Come on, go ahead, say all your mean things.''
''I think you're weak.''
Her mother was weak, she is weak, she couldn't have left him. Instead she kept torturing the two of them, and letting him and herself believe that they could be happy again. It was truly laughable. After her mother left her room she picked up the plate with the cupcake on it that was lying on her bed and put it outside her closed door. She didn't want that thing anywhere near her, the mere look of it made her want to throw up.
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Violet was fishing stuff out of her backpack when she heard her mother shout from downstairs. She tried to ignore it at first but the shouting got louder. Violet slammed her bag onto the floor and walked out of her room.
''How am I supposed to finish my homework, if you keep interrupting?''
''Where's your phone?''
Violet thought it was a bit odd. Her mother shouting so frantically just to borrow her phone. Not normal at all.
''In my bag upstairs.''
''Go, go get it, dial 911.''
Something was off. Just as she was about to ask why her mother was acting so odd the doorbell rang.
''Who's that?''
''Just go to your room, lock the door, and don't come out until I tell you. Now!''
Violet hesitated at first, but then did as she was told; she ran into her room, locked the doors, and looked for her phone. She spilled everything out of her back looking for it, but she couldn't find it, she started to panic. She heard her mother shouting downstairs, and the doorbell going on and off, on and off, she tried to calm down but there was too much noise it just made her panic more, she didn't understand. Why was her phone gone?! She always had it in her bag. She had it there ten minutes ago!
Violet heard a scream. It was her mother. Just as she turned around a pair of arms grabbed her. ''Fuck.''
x.
''I have money, please just take anything.''
''We're not here to rob you.''
They were in the living room. Before them stood three people, all of them wearing masks. Two of them were female, the other was male, either that or a very ugly female, if she wasn't in this situation right now she would have laughed at her own joke, but right now wasn't a time for shits and giggles, right now they had to do something before these three psychopaths didn't off them or do any other crazy shit. Her mother was tied up on a chair. Violet had to think of a way to distract them and untie her, somehow she didn't think that would be possible, as idiotic as these people seemed, they were still dangerous. Making one wrong move could get one of them killed, and Violet didn't want to risk that. They took their masks off. She was right; it was two females and one male. One was a blond the other a brunet.
'''The transcript was very clear. The nurses saw our Franklin's face he had nothing to hide.''
The brunet seemed to be the leader of this invasion. She also seemed like the smartest of the three of them, yet Violet still couldn't help but think that she was just as much of a nutbag as the rest of them.
''Twelve minutes.''
''Then the fun begins.''
Violet really didn't want to know what their idea of fun was like.
''I have a surprise for you guys.''
The brunet took something out from her coat. It was wrapped in layers of white cloth. As she took the cloth off, it revealed a green ashtray. The other two seemed very excited as they looked at it.
''No way.''
It was the man who spoke this time, his voice sounded raspy, he looked a bit too excited about an old ashtray.
''I got it off ebay, authenticated, it's the one he used to bash Maria.''
''Let me see.'''
He took the ashtray from the ringleader and gently twirled it around in his hands.
''Wow, you can really feel the energy in this. This is bitchin'.''
Violet couldn't help but stare in shock, whatever they were planning wasn't going to end well. They had obviously planned this for a while. She didn't want to know what was in store for them.
''Who goes first? Which one's Gladys?''
The brunet looked at her mother first, and then she turned to Violet, pointing her knife at her. She looked at her, her eyes challenging Violets, she felt something land on her lap, it was some kind of white cloth. Violet looked at it, it was an old nurses uniform.
''Screw you psycho, I'm not putting this on!''
She took the uniform in her hands and threw it back at them.
''You have to, everything has to be perfect.''
She wasn't right in the head, none of them were.
''Take your clothes off!''
The guy shouted at her, he came up to her and ripped her shirt open. He tried to hit her; Violet's scream was echoed by her mother's pleas.
''Hey! Put it on me!''
''Oh, you'll both be wearing the uniforms, our Franklin hated nurses, he had a bad experience with the mercury in a broken thermometer that's why he took Gladys.''
The ringleader pointed her knife at Violet as she spoke.
''..Upstairs and drowned her in the tub. And you Maria, he saved you for last.''
Violet didn't like how softly she said the last part to her mother. It didn't sound normal.
''Our Franklin was the first. Before Manson, he changed the culture. We're paying tribute to him.''
As the blonde one chimed in Violet made her decision. They weren't psychos; psychopath wasn't a strong enough word to describe these people.
''We aren't going to be a part of your reenactment.''
Her mother sounded strong when she talked back to them. For the first time in a decade Violet felt proud of her.
''Put this on.''
The brunet threw the uniform back at her again.
''You won't like it if I have to make you.''
Violet got up slowly, she looked at her. She threw the uniform back into her face and pushed her down, then ran. She ran as fast as she could, not knowing which way to turn until she remembered about the back door in the kitchen. She could make it. As she turned to look back to see if they were following her someone grabbed her, she tried to scream but the hand was covering her mouth. She knew she was fucked.
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To be continued…
A/N: It's bad I know.. my computer switched off and deleted the first file, I had to retype the whole thing grr -.- anyhow the next chapter will be in Tate's pov and I really cant wait to write that, it should be out sooner than this one, again I would like to thank everyone who has stayed with this story it really does mean a lot. (:
Love to you all,
-Krista x