Apparently SleepyMangaHead and I are on the same wavelength...Short chapter guys. I was going to end it here, but I need to think on the ending a bit longer.

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Chapter 8

"Something has changed in you. Towards me. You're distant, cold."- Tate Langdon

"Now you behave today, Michael," Harry leaned down and kissed the toddler on the forehead, "be good for the workers and have fun with the animals."

Michael nodded and smiled. The workers at the local humane society were thrilled to have Michael for the day. He and Harry stopped by weekly with baked goods and other treats. When Harry had expressed the need for a babysitter for the day the workers had nearly jumped on the opportunity.

Harry had passed his love of animals to Michael. The animals at the humane society loved them which was quite the conundrum considering Harry's status and Michael's more...homicidal tendencies. Not that Harry was complaining, Michael's homicidal tendencies seemed to vanish at the humane society. So, Harry knew it was safe to leave the young child there without his supervision. Safe for others that is.

Now, Harry had the day with Tate.

Tate had continued spending time with Violet. Unfortunately, their little playdates were beginning to cut into the time Tate spent with Harry. Today was one such day and Harry was not happy. Tate was supposed to meet with Violet at noon and hang out today. Harry thought it was time that the cow learned her place.

Tate moaned and craned his head back giving Harry more access. Harry sucked a hickey on his pale throat. Harry's eyes found the clock and he smiled. He flicked his free hand and the clock went back twenty minutes.

"How about a quickie love?" he whispered into Tate's ear. Tate groaned and looked at the clock before nodding. They were in the living room on the couch, but they should be done before Violet got there.

Tate was balls deep in Harry when Violet arrived. The girl flushed deeply and sputtered absolutely mortified before rushing out of the room. Tate flushed, but Harry kissed him softly.

"You can leave if you want." Harry rocked his hips causing Tate to grab them and gasp.

Lustful black eyes stared into his.

"She can wait."

Any fragment of jealousy Harry felt was replaced with smug triumph.

Tate was his.

That girl was nothing.

Harry leaned forward hiding his face into Tate's neck and smiled.

Violet paced back and forth in the other room. This could not be happening. She had really thought she was making a difference the past two weeks. If she could just drive a wedge between them Harry would wake up notice how wrong Tate was. Then he would leave the house (and Tate) for good; maybe he would even take that creepy little boy with him. She was dismayed when sounds resumed in the other room. She disappeared upstairs into the bedroom.

Tate entered thirty minutes later still ruffled from his tryst with Harry.

"Sorry. I got caught up." he grinned.

Violet merely frowned at him. He didn't even seem the least bit guilty for sleeping with someone else. Violet shook her head and pushed the thought away. Hayden was wrong, she was not jealous.

"I don't see why you are with him." Violet scowled crossing her arms.

"He loves me, and I love him" Tate smiled, "He makes me happy."

"It just doesn't seem like a good idea. He's alive Tate and you're dead." She stressed.

"It didn't matter when I was with you. Why are you acting so cold? I don't-I don't feel like a bad person around him." Tate tried to explain.

"But you are a bad person Tate!" Violet blurted out.

The room descended into silence.

"I thought...I thought we were friends." Tate said in hurt disbelief.

Violet remained silent and Tate's eyes welled up with tears.

"I was wrong about you," the tears on his cheeks felt cold, "I thought you wanted to be my friend again, but you just wanted to take me away from Harry."

Tate looked at the girl he used to love.

"I'll never let you take him away from me. Go away, Violet."

Violet's mouth dropped open in shock.

"Go away, Violet."

"Tate-"

"Go away, Violet!" Tate yelled.

Violet vanished from his sight. He sobbed for a few minutes before stumbling downstairs to find Harry.

"I trusted her. I loved her." He cried in Harry's arms, "I hate her!" Anger, hate, and hurt warred inside of him, but the ever present love he had felt for Violet had finally vanished.

"She won't ever bother you again, Tate. I swear." Harry kissed Tate's forehead, a cruel smile on his lips.

Violet would dearly regret crossing Tate for the rest of her unlife.

Harry went to pick up Michael a few hours later. He had spent the last few hours holding Tate and comforting him. The spirit had been incredibly distraught over Violet's betrayal. Harry almost regretted letting them continue to meet, but it needed to be done. Tate needed to see that Violet was not to be trusted. She was no longer the girl he used to know.

Death had twisted her into a bitter and cruel spirit. Her cruelty was wrapped in the guise of righteousness; why else would she try to separate them?

Harry and Tate would not let anybody separate them ever again. They had both waited decades to see each other. Tate might have faltered in the end, but he had always remained Harry's.

Tate was never Violet's. Never.

Harry put Michael to bed.

"Daddy's not feeling well today, sweetie. He will read you a story tomorrow night"

"Did daddy get hurt?" Michael frowned.

"Yes, someone hurt daddy," Harry frowned, "a bad girl."

Michael's frown deepened.

"Did he hurt her back?" he asked, shifting in the bed to get comfortable.

"I will." Harry smiled darkly.

"Good," Michael smiled, "don't get caught though. At least that's what grandma Constance always used to say."

"Indeed." Harry chuckled. The irony was not lost on him.

Harry left the room smirking.

All of the ghosts felt it; change was coming to the murder house.

Only time would tell if it was a good change or a bad one.

AN:SleepyMangaHead I adore you and your ideas. You are a huge help for this fic. Next chapter will be the last guys. Violet gets what is coming to her.