Greetings and Salutations,

I see lot of hits but few reviews, I dunno what to think about that. Well, that's a lie, I know, I just don't like it and it's hard to swallow my pride that way… cause I really enjoy writing this fanfic :(

Well, thank you anyway. There are some story alerts and it still feels AMAZING. Thank you, Shilo, for your last review, you made me so happy :)

I really like this story and writing in English. Sorry if my prose is poor. Now we're developing the plot for real and I hope you like it. I have all the chapters in mind and titled with a song from the 90's… You know how it works, sometimes I just listen to the song while I type, sometimes I let the lyrics flow with the words and I put them in italics so you know they're not mine.

This chapter is about Moira, Tate and the truth behind the curtains. Tate is gonna sing that truth to Moira, maybe out of key but he's still gorgeous in my mind, he he he.

To be continued… or not. ;)

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5. Footsteps – Pearl Jam.

"What the fuck are you doing, Moira?" the blond boy shouted from the top of the stairs.

"You tell me" she replied getting into the light from the darkest spot of the basement.

The boy came down stomping and hitting the wall with his fist like an accelerated heartbeat. "You were making out with that stupid girl in the shower and then you cut me off. You want me to be jealous, don't you?"

"I know you are playing with her every night, Tate. Don't even pretend you don't remember" Moira replied dead serious and the boy froze two steps from her.

"You are wrong. It wasn't me. You don't know the shit of it!".

"Don't lie to me, Tate! I saw your face when you took the mask off!"

"OK" Tate took a step and tried to embrace her while Moira stood still. The boy gave her half a smile, marking the dimple on his cheek that used to melt her. "You must believe me, Moira. That's nothing. It means nothing to me. You can't understand… You… I can't explain myself".

"Do you like her?" Moira murmured and looked him in the eye.

"What? Noooo!"

"Then, why, Tate, why? Why are you doing this to me?"

He seemed about to cry, kissed her forehead and restrained the tears. "Moira, I love you, you know it's true but I can't tell you about this. It's not my secret to tell. I don't like to do that but…".

Moira snapped him in the face. "You are lying, you twisted psycho son of a bitch… Don't touch me!"

"Moira, please... Don't do this" Tate tried to reach her as she moved backwards. His hands clutched the air. "We are fine, you and I, we meant to be, remember?"

"I'm not the one who forgets about the things… You can't be trusted" she replied with a tear falling from her raised chin.

"Then trust me" a voice interfered "My boy is just doing what I asked him to do". Nora Montgomery came out of the blue with a delicate smirk.

"Nora, please, don't. I can take care of this" Tate replied getting his body stuck in the middle, he got literally between the two women he cared the most besides her sister.

"You asked him to rape that poor girl?" Moira shouted and pointed the lady face with her index like a loaded gun ready to blast.

"I want to have a baby!" Nora answered gently looking Tate in the eye.

Moira hissed and turned to Tate too. "Promise me you won't do that again, my love".

For a moment his dark eyes fired as hot coal. "I can't" he whispered with no hesitation.

"Is that all? Do you love her more than you love me, Tate? Does she mean more to you than us?"

The boy took the maid's hand and caressed it. She smiled but the moment he continued talking her smile faded away "I gave Nora my word".

"Take it back" Moira ordered him.

"No!" Tate cried out with watery eyes. Suddenly, he threw the maid's hand with fury and pulled a face. "I owed Nora my life. Where were you when Thadeus tried to rip out my throat, Moira? I bet you pushed the lorry downstairs. I bet you were praying for me to die just to get even with Constance. I bet you were crossing your fucking fingers too…"

"You are deranged, Tate" Moira reacted in pain. "I feel pity for you… I don't know who has told you that bunch of putrid lies but now I get it. Now I'm sure you are going to hurt that poor girl to make me pay. It has nothing to do with Nora, the baby thing is only a plus…"

Tate dedicated a wicked smile to her former lover, although there were still tears in his eyes. "I'm just using Veronica; the same as you have used me my whole life, the same as you are using the girl right now... I know you want her to find your bones. I know you want to leave, Moira!" Tate began to walk around her like a flying vulture. "You are gonna leave me here in spite of everything I've done for you. I died for you!"

"Are you out of your mind? I didn't ask you to kill those kids and…"

"You made me and you know it, Moira. You made me like this, out of revenge... I hate my mother because of you, I burned that stupid man because of you and I killed those kids at school to become the monster you wanted me to be".

Nora interceded to stop Tate from running in circles. She caught him in her arms softly and cuddled him like a little child. "You turned Constance's golden boy against her, Moira… We all know that" Nora chanted and laughed really naughty. "We all know that Constance shot you in the eye cause you were…"

"Go away, Nora! Go away" the maid yelled and the echo of her words was felt all over the house.

Nora disappeared so fast that Tate was left holding the air for a moment. He wiped out his tears with the sleeves and spat to Moira's feet. "She doesn't need to end that sentence. I knew it all. I wasn't certain of that before, but now I know it's true. Fuck! You made me believe…".

"Tate, please" the maid feared him and that fear got her to her knees. She threw herself in front of him and grabbed his legs begging. "They have lied to you, Tate. They want you to join them… in darkness. You don't have to, you can clean the slate. You don't have to be a monster. You can change".

The boy looked down to her. She was so weak after all; he had been so blind all those years. "Despite all the things I did for you" he said as he took a step behind. All of a sudden Moira was left with her hands and knees on the floor, head down. "Don't even think about reaching me. I won't be home… Don't think of me at all… I did what I had to do. If there was a reason, it was you".

"I didn't…" she tried to speak but there was nothing left to say, so she gave him a mind picture of the two of them making love for the first time, when the boy was still alive and he would have done anything, everything, for her.

Tate turned his back on Moira and paced to the stairs. He was not going to look at her, not even a glance; and he was not going to let her wandering and messing with his mind again. "Don't even think about getting inside. Voices in my head. Ooh, voices" The blond boy got the ladder and put one foot on the first step. He took his sleeves up to check the scars. There were fifteen little bars in a row close to his left wrist. He had done them with a blade right before the shooting, they were his killings. Veronica had four of them in her right ankle. They were her killings too, he had read about it in the girl's diary. They were friends of a sharp and biting iron feather. She would understand… "I got scratches all over my arms. One for each day since I fell apart… I did, oh, what I had to do… and if there was a reason... Oh, there wasn't no reason. No". He started to climb higher the ladder murmuring to himself.

"Tate, please. Let me in…" Moira cried out loud. The light bulb was flashing over her pain and it was going to blackout in a few seconds.

The boy stopped at her scream but he didn't turn around. His gaze was glued to the steps. "Moira, this is the last time we speak. I don't wanna see you again and if there's something you'd like to do… just let me continue to blame you".
"You know it's not my fault. I don't belong here… I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, Oh, my sweet Lord, I'm good" she kept crying on her knees, embracing herself in darkness.

"You killed me, Moira. When I was in my room, the footsteps in the hall... It was you, Moira, not the police. And the red lights on my chest... It was you, Moira, you shot me. No matter who pulled the triggers, you did. You killed me, because of that you will be here with the rest of us… forever. I'm gonna take care of you never get to leave the house". Tate took the last steps getting into the light of the hall. "You are dismissed, Moira. Go away!".