Logan was in the basement when Tate told him to be there. He was standing by the steps, remembering how Violet was so insistent that he not go down there. He heard the door open and the steps creak with each step the person took. "Give me your hand," Tate said to Logan. Logan extended his hand and Tate held out his elbow for him to grab. "Do you remember what you have to do?" Logan cocked his head to the side, as if to say "really?"
"Yes, I know what to do," Logan said in an annoyed tone. It was that hard of a task; throw whatever Tate gave him into the fire, wait until Tate said to do it, and then mumble Croatoan. Easy. Tate walked him over to the furnace and directed his hand to the door. In his other hand, Tate laid something small but slightly heavier than he was planning. "Do you want me to throw it in now?" Logan asked.
Tate nodded and said, "Yes."
Logan tossed the ring into the fire and closed the door. "What the fuck, man?" Isaac screamed, staring at his ring melting. Logan jumped at the sound of Isaac's angry voice. "What the hell did I ever do to you?"
Tate rolled his eyes. "Now, Logan," he said, sternly.
"Croatoan!" Logan shouted. Tate watched as Isaac vanished before his eyes; he wasn't quite sure what to expect with that spell. Maybe lights would have emerged from inside Isaac's body, creating a spectacle. But regardless, as soon as Isaac disappeared, the house felt much calmer. "Is that all?" Logan asked, still unsure of what was going on.
Tate reached in his back pocket, pulling out a folded up picture. He unfolded it and examined it; it was a picture of Violet when she was sleeping, when life was still pulsing through her veins. One of the many nights he would stand at the edge of her bed and watch her toss and turn in her sleep, he took a picture of her. "Not quite," he mumbled to Logan. "You still have to do the other part of our deal."
Logan closed his eyes. "Are you sure? I don't feel right sending you away when you haven't done anything to me." Logan really didn't want to hurt Violet and he knew by sending Tate away, he'd be hurting her.
Tate shook his head. "I have hurt her. I killed her." His own words cut him. He extended his hand with the picture at Logan; Logan shook his head. "You said we had a deal," Tate growled as he grabbed Logan's hand and shoved the picture in it. "Finish the deal, or I'll finish you."
Logan sighed and tossed the picture into the fire. Tate closed his eyes as a single tear ran down his cheek. "Croa—"
"Wait," Violet's voice spoke up from the shadows. Tate opened his eyes and looked at Violet who had a very annoyed look on her face. Logan sighed in relief. "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked Tate.
"I—I—I… Well, I decided that you didn't need me around anymore, after I hurt you so many times, so I was having Logan send me away. How did you know what was going on?" he asked surprised.
Violet rolled her eyes. "It's not that big of house when you consider the number of occupants in it. And what gives you the right to decide who I need around? I'm pretty sure that's up to me and I'm not letting you go," she said as she laid her arms across her chest.
Tate loved it when she was assertive and independent. "Maybe I meant what I said and I don't want to be with you."
Violet smirked. "Bullshit. But even if you don't, wherever you go, I go. I'm a ghost, I'll haunt you." Violet pulled out a dead black rose from behind her back. "Logan, here," she said as she handed him the flower. Logan tossed it in the fire. Tate stared at the flower and seemed baffled by it. "You don't remember? You gave me that on our first date… because I don't like normal things." She smiled at him. He couldn't help but smile back that time. She walked over and stood right in front of him. "Normal's not my thing," she whispered with a wink.
"Oh, good lord," Logan cried. "Obviously we're done here… if you need me…Yeah, just don't need me," he said as he fumbled back up the stairs. "Damn ghosts, asking me to do crazy shit for them…" Violet started laughing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Tate smiled as she nuzzled her head underneath his chin. She was happy, and as long as she was happy, so was he.

One Month Later…
For the first time in what seemed like ages, everyone who was among the living was out of the Murder House for the afternoon. Violet decided to take a nice long shower; although she was dead, there were still some habits that she liked to partake in from her past. She turned the water on hot and stepped underneath the shower head; she closed her eyes and loved the tingles from the hot water next to her cold body.
She stood without moving for a few minutes, facing the shower head. She opened her eyes when she felt the shower curtain move and cool air touch her bare skin. A pair of hands rested on her shoulders, sending even more shivers coursing through her entire body. She felt a pair of lips gently touch the top of her right shoulder, and then another one, followed by another all the way up the side of her neck. Each kiss made her whole body convulse inside.
The lips did the same to the other side of her neck and down her shoulder. The two hands slid down her body, resting on her hips, spinning her around. Her hands flew to Tate's firm naked chest; he looked into her light brown eyes and smiled. He then proceeded to kiss her forehead, nose, each cheek, lips, and down her neck; as his lips trailed down her neck, she laid her head back into the hot water and closed her eyes. "I love you, Violet. Forever," he whispered into her ear.
She opened her eyes and smiled "I love you too, Tate. Always and forever," she corrected. He smiled as he turned off the water and picked her up in his arms, leaving a wet trail behind them. He laid her on the bed and stared at her beautiful body; she was his angel. She saved him from a damned eternity, and instead made the idea of existing forever seem too short. And he was her dark side; she saw the beauty of the dark with him. Together they completed one another in every way possible; and now, they had each other until the end of time.

FIN!