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Chapter 4

"You took so many, Violet. You died crying. I held you. You were safe. You died... loved."- Tate Langdon

Tate had never been happier.

The other ghosts noticed.

Tate had killed a good portion of them and that was something that many of them were not willing to forgive.

Harry was such a nice boy. He had tea with Moira at least four times a week, and invited Constance and Michael to dinner twice a week. He worked outside in the garden during the days when Tate was busy and even baked cookies for the people at the local humane society.

Harry did not seem to have any extra baggage and they did not want the sweet boy to meet their fates.

They needed to get him away from Tate or he would be corrupted.

Oh how wrong they were

Chad and Patrick had decided to try and scare the boy away from Tate. Their fates had been beyond cruel and they did not want Harry to meet the same end. Tate was homophobic or at least that's what they had thought.

The two stared in shock.

Harry's arms were tied above his head and he was blindfolded. Tate was kissing down his chest and Harry moaned loudly when he sucked a pert nipple.

"Oh god, Tate. Please." Harry pleaded.

"Maybe we should go. They seem to be getting along just fine." Patrick shifted uncomfortably.

"Harry is tied up." Chad argued.

"I don't think he has a problem with it."

Harry let out a loud moan as if agreeing with Patrick. The two ghosts flushed and headed back down the hallway.

Chad paused at the end of the hallway and looked back in thought. He turned to Patrick and noted his flushed face.

"It was never the latex or the leather was it?" he asked quietly.

Patrick looked at him startled before shaking his head.

"It was the passion."

"We lost ours. I guess I just got too comfortable doing the same old. I tried to give you what I thought you wanted, but it was the wrong thing and too late." Chad said regrettably. He grabbed Patrick's hand and met his eyes.

"Do you want to try again?"

Patrick's eyes widened in shock.

"We didn't get to talk much before, you know. I think we really can fix this." Chad pleaded. "We don't need a baby to bring us back together. We just need to work on us."

"Okay." Patrick nodded and smiled.

Just like that Harry and Tate had Chad and Patrick on their side.

Violet was going to do something about this. She was going to tell the boy to leave before Tate hurt him. Tate did nothing, but hurt people and Harry would end up just like all of them if he didn't leave. She had intended to confront him tonight, but she was too late to save him.

Violet stared in horror at the bed.

Tate was between Harry's legs and Harry was tied to the bed. Tears leaked down his blindfold and he was pleading with Tate.

"Please, Tate. Please."

Tate merely groaned and moved faster making Harry shriek in what Violet thought was pain.

Tate was raping Harry just like he had raped her mom. Or at least that's what she thought.

Poor ignorant girl.

Moira heard from the grape vine about Tate and Harry. It had gotten around the house quickly that Tate was raping Harry. Moira was horrified; she never wanted Harry to suffer rape. She herself had been nearly raped before she was killed.

The next time she sat down to tea with the young boy she asked about Tate.

Harry looked startled at her question before blushing deeply.

"We are together." He sipped his tea calming his blush.

Moira watched him closely.

"He treats you well?" she asked carefully.

"Yes." Harry smiled.

The boy was in love. Moira could tell. There seemed to be no signs of being raped.

Could Violet have been wrong?

Moira thought so.

"Be careful around Tate, Harry. He can be very dangerous." Moira warned.

"Tate would never hurt me."

Moira merely nodded and sipped her tea again. For now she would remain neutral and watch. If Tate did indeed love Harry than she would side with them. Tate was a powerful ally to have and Harry was a good friend.

She truly had no idea on how good a friend Harry could be.

Tate was playing with Beauregard in the basement while Harry was meeting with Moira for tea. He rolled the ball to his brother.

"Tate."

Tate turned around and stood up.

"Violet," his breath caught, "what are you doing here? I thought you didn't want to see me ever again." It had been about two years since he had last seen her. He missed her; she had been a good friend before he had ruined everything.

"I want you to leave the new owner alone."

"I can't leave him alone. I love him." Tate looked stunned.

"You are going to hurt him." Violet argued, "Just like you hurt everybody else."

"I don't hurt people I love." Tate yelled.

"You hurt me," Violet said quietly, "and look at me now."

Tate felt like he had been punched in the gut.

"I loved you. I still do, Violet. I tried to save you. I tried so hard." His eyes welled up in tears. He hadn't wanted Violet to die. He had tried so hard to get the pills out of her system, but she had taken too many. He had been too late to save her.

Violet merely shook her head at him.

"Leave him alone or we make him leave."

Harry was not happy.

Tate had his head in Harry's lap crying softly.

Harry knew that Tate still loved Violet. Tate loved her deeply and had done many things to make her happy or at least he tried to. Violet had thrown Tate's gestures of love back into his face. She had made him feel like a monster, someone unlovable.

If Tate had done those things for Harry he would have praised him, loved him even more if it was possible. Tate wasn't a monster, he was just different.

That stupid fucking cow. Even now she hurt him when he had done nothing wrong. He had left her alone like she had asked and now she was trying to rip apart their happiness.

Violet had hurt Tate. His Tate.

That stupid, stupid girl.

AN: Review review review. Also the ghosts do not know that Harry knows about them. They also think that Tate is pretending to be alive for Harry.