Disclaimer – I obviously don't own American Horror Story. I do however hate having to type a disclaimer at the head of every chapter. Fucking , you're ruining the mood of chapter transitions! I mean, someone reading this probably read the last chapter and left off all, "DUN, DUN, DUN!" and then they click "next chapter" reading for the suspense to build but instead they get slapped in the face with this mother-fucking disclaimer. Yeah, feel bad.

You know who's a mother-fucker? Tate. Like, he's literally a mother-fucker. He fucked his girlfriend's mother . . . at least he didn't fuck his own mother. Nasty.

. . . Side tracked, much, Ally?

That was me talking to myself.

. . . Awkward silence.

Okay here's the next chapter!

Oh, no wait not yet! I forgot . . . I'm making Tate the Rubber Man in this, and before you ex out all pissed at me, I've got a good reason that will make everyone (hopefully) feel better about the whole thing. Oh, but everything else that happened in Rubber Man still doesn't . . . count here. Okay . . . now here's the next chapter. (PS, this was a 195 word opening, not counting this parenthesis. Longest one I've ever done).

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Tate sat next to Lily on the bus, Violet on his lap. He was rubbing his temples, trying to make it go away. "Vi, I think I need to see your dad again. ASAP."

"Why?" Violet asked, turning her body so she was facing him.

"I'm starting to have weird visions again but they're way worse than before," Tate told her.

"Worse than shooting up your school?" Violet asked. "What are they this time?"

Tate turned a similar shade as to that of a tomato. "Uh . . ."

"Come on," Violet said. "It can't be that bad. Besides, I won't judge you either way. You've got a freaking demon nesting inside of you, that's probably going to cause some freaky shit to go down in your brain."

"Shh!" Lily hissed, looking around to see if anyone had heard. "Ix-nay on the demon-talking."

Violet mouthed, sorry and she meant it. If someone over heard them talking, they'd either end up being admitted, or the kid would make fun of them. Neither would be productive. She turned her attention back to Tate. "Please tell me? Now I'm curious so you have to."

"No," Tate said firmly, too embarrassed to tell her.

"Come on," she begged. "It would make me really happy."

Tate almost laughed. "I can pretty much promise you it wouldn't."

Violet folded her hands together and made the puppy dog face—something she hadn't done in a while. "Please? Please? Please, please, pleeeease?"

"Ugh!" Lily exclaimed, throwing down the homework she was attempting to do. "Tate, you tell me and if I think Violet can take it, and then I'll tell her. If not I promise to keep it to myself."

"I don't wanna tell you either," Tate replied.

"Well, you know I've heard that some people can read ghosts minds . . . now would be a pretty good time to test it out, huh? Then I'd always know what you're thinking," Lily threatened.

"Fine I'll tell you," Tate said quickly. He leaned in and whispered it in her ear. I keep envisioning fucking Violet's mother.

If Lily didn't know what she did, she probably would have laughed. Under normal circumstances, it would have been pretty funny. But not after what she had recently learned. "Oh shit."

"What?" Violet asked, sounding concerned.

"Tate . . . the last time you had visions . . . it was because the part of Infantata that lives in you took over your body and made you kill people, right? And you didn't really remember it . . . did you?" Lily asked, hoping for a different answer than what she knew was coming.

"Yeah . . . why?"

She winced. "Well . . . this time . . . what if it's no different than the last? What if Infantata possessed you again and made you . . . made you . . ."

"Made him what?" Violet demanded.

Lily took a deep breath before quietly murmuring, "Do your girlfriend's mother."

"WHAT?" Violet exclaimed. Tate clamped his hand over her mouth. Few people turned around to see what was happening, but lost interest as soon as they saw who had yelled, so they turned back to face forward.

"Tate . . . you fucked my mother?" Violet hissed.

Tate looked scared. "I seriously hope not . . . That's sick!"

"It wasn't you," Lily told them, trying to be comforting. "It was the little demon baby that lives inside you."

Her voice flattened on the last word. She failed at the comfort thing.

"Oh God," Violet said, a terrible thought dawning on her. "You don't think that . . . Tate, my mom's pregnant . . ."

Tate grabbed fistfuls of his own hair and shook his head. "No, no, no, no . . ."

Lily slapped her hand to her head. "I remember now! At the airport, when Aunt Vivian gave me a hug . . . I got that feeling I get when there's a ghost around. But . . . less."

Tate dropped his head into his hands; hot tears began spilling down his face. "Why can't I just be a good person?"

People were starting to turn around and stay turned around. The bus was no place for a meltdown, and Violet knew that. But she was having a hard time containing herself, how was she supposed to help Tate? It must be way worse for him . . . finding out you got someone pregnant, and not just someone but the girl you're in love with's mother? It was worse than finding out the guy you're in love with did your mother before you were dating. Not by much, but it was still worse. And Tate had that whole, little-baby-demon-making-you-do-bad-things thing going for him. Violet tried to collect herself. She wrapped one arm around Tate's shoulder and kissed the top of his head. In a voice that was a little too loud she said, "I'm sorry about your brother, Tate."

"What happened to his brother?" a snobby kid who was sitting in front of them asked. She had turned herself around completely to watch the show.

"He just died," Lily lied. "Suicide . . . poor thing. He wrapped a plastic bag around his head that was filled with heroine and launched himself off a cliff and into the ocean. The coast guard found his body just this morning. Ta—Hayden got a call at school from his mother."

The kid's eyes grew wide and she turned back around, probably traumatized. Lily would have laughed hysterically if she hadn't just found out her friend knocked up her aunt. This whole thing was really killing Lily's mood . . .

"Tate, we need to talk to your mom," Violet said.

Tate looked up, his face damp. "Why the hell do we have to talk to her? It's not like she's going to do anything!"

"You said she knows about the curse on the house . . . maybe she'll know what to do about . . . this," Violet said.

"Meanwhile, you have to convince your mother to have an abortion," Lily told her cousin. "Because I've read about what happens when a ghost and a human make a baby . . . and let's just say we don't want to know."

Something clicked in Tate's mind. "Yeah . . . that's why I chose your mom."

"What?" Violet realized her was crying too. How long had that been going on for?

"I remember . . . when that thing takes control of me, it's kind of like I'm still able to think a little bit. I remember him wanting me to get you pregnant, Vi . . . but I wouldn't because I knew something bad would happen to you. Your mom was the only other one around so . . . that's who he made me do," Tate explained. He sounded a little unsure of himself as he said it, like he was still recalling the memory.

"Okay, it's official," Lily said. "Tomorrow the three of us are bunking and spending the day at Tate's mother's house."

"How am I supposed to get there?" Tate asked.

"You said you and your family lived next door after your mother killed your real dad, right?" Violet asked. "Well . . . Constance lives next door to us now. Probably in the same house, right? Just . . . try and remember living there, like you did with school and the bus."

Tate nodded. His mind was clearly elsewhere, probably thinking about having to see his mother again, or the fact that he was going to be the father of his girlfriend's siblings. Twins Goddamn it . . .

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"Will you stay?" Violet asked Tate later that night. The three of them had been hanging out in the room Lily and Violet shared, as they had been every day after school for three weeks, ever since Lily had come to stay at the Murder House.

He nodded numbly. He had cried at first, then he had gotten angry and thrown some stuff around, then he was sad again and angry at himself . . . Lily and Violet had watched. Now he was at the part where he just felt nothing.

He walked around Violet's bed and lay down next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder. "This sucks."

He didn't say anything, but she knew that he thought the same thing. Violet the remembered she was supposed to be baby-sitting Lily. She sat up and looked over at her cousin's bed. "Lily, did you kill yourself?"

"No," Lily replied groggily. She was already pretty much asleep. Lucky bitch . . . Violet lay back down and but her head back on Tate's shoulder. This time, she also laced her leg through his from under the blankets. He still didn't soften his expression. He looked like he was in so much pain . . . It was hard for Violet to look at.

"What will it take to make you smile?" Violet whispered.

"To wake up," he replied hollowly. "And let this all have been a dream."

"What part is all?"

"Everything," he said. "Except you . . . and maybe Lily."

"She's a good kid," Violet admitted. "I'm happy she came to stay here."

Tate nodded in agreement, but he still looked depressed. Violet couldn't take it anymore; she smashed her face into his, hard. At first, he was surprised, but eventually, he started to kiss her back. It felt good . . .

He was happy Infantata had taken him over when he had done Mrs. Harmon. It meant that the details were fuzzy . . . When Lily had shown him the flashback of him killing those kids, he had remembered everything. He really hoped she wouldn't show him this. As long as this memory stayed blurry, he was pretty sure he'd be able to make it through.

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Dr. and Mrs. Harmon thought they were at school. To be quite honest, Tate would have definitely preferred to be at that prison than where he was standing now. Outside his mother's house, that is.

Lily reached her hand out and rang the bell. A few seconds later, a guy answered the door. He wasn't much older than they were, probably in his early to mid-twenties.

"Is this the right house . . .?" Violet wondered out loud.

Lily nodded. "It's the right house. I'm sure of it."

"Can I help you?" the kid asked. He looked like something you might pull out of a biker's magazine. Pretty brawny with dirty blonde hair that needed to be cut.

"We're looking for Constance," Lily said. "We're her neighbors."

"You her new cock?" Tate asked. Violet elbowed him.

"Excuse me?" the guy asked.

"Who is it Travis?" Constance called from inside the house.

"Some kids, they want to talk to you!" Travis called back.

"Tell them to go away!"

"She's busy mourning the loss of her daughter," Travis covered smoothly.

"May I also mention that we have her son, right here," Lily said, pushing Tate forward.

Travis looked him over, and Tate did the same. Wow, how did this poor guy end up with my mom?

"Constance! One of them says he's yours!" Travis yelled.

Constance appeared in the door way, wrapping a bathrobe around herself. When she saw Tate, her annoyed expression changed to one of confusion. "Tate! Violet . . . what are you doing here? Who's this?"

She was looking at Lily.

"That's my cousin, Lily," Violet said. "She's kind of like your friend Billie."

"Uh . . . there's kind of something we need to talk to you about," Lily said. She looked at Travis.

Constance got the message. "Travis, dear, would you be as kind as to let me have a little quality family time with my son? He's been off at school for so long . . . Why don't you just run to that store and pick me up some of that special cream that you like so much."

She handed him some money. He nodded and walked past Tate, Lily, and Violet to his bike.

Constance addressed the children. "Come in, quickly."

They did as told, and Violet let the way into Constance's kitchen. They all took a seat at her little table.

"Now, would someone please like to explain to me why Tate's here right now?" Constance asked.

"Lily figured out a way so that he can leave the house," Violet told her. "He's been coming to school with us. But that's not why we're here. We're here to talk about the curse on the house."

Constance's expression darkened. "Let me go call Billie."

She rose from the table, grabbed the phone, and left the room.

"Who's this Billie person?" Tate asked.

"Billie Dean Howard is your mother's medium she found on Craigslist," Violet explained. "She was originally supposed to help you pass on."

"But I couldn't even if I wanted too," he reminded her. "The curse on the house . . ."

"It is possible that your mother doesn't know that part," Lily mentioned. "She's not a ghost herself, so there's no way she could possibly know that you're incapable of passing on unless she has an inside source."

"Addie was her inside source . . ." Tate sighed as he looked at the picture of the two of them on the counted. It had been taken in the back yard of the Murder House when he was still alive.

Constance reentered the room and put the phone back on the receiver. She sat back down. "Billie should be here any minute. Now what's going on? What do you need to know about the curse?"

"We know that part of Infantata is in Tate," Violet said. "We want to know how that happened. It's not like Tate was born in the house or anything."

Constance looked at her as if debating whether or not to answer.

"If you lie, I'll know," Lily told her. "No one lies to me without me knowing. Ever."

Constance looked over her creepy Goth clothing and locked eyes with Lily during one of her death-glares. She decided to go with the truth. "Tate was the only normal one. The house decided to punish me . . . so it took him. Part of that demon spawn of the Montgomery's attacked him while he was playing one day. I don't know how he did it, I wasn't there. All I know is that Tate was just sitting in the living room of that God forsaken house playing with his siblings when Addie started crying. By the time I got in there, Tate was half dead on the floor. He was never the same after that . . . He'd do wicked things and not recall them. He'd lie to me . . . he never used to lie to me."

She looked at her son, but he looked away.

"You were never there!" he snapped.

Constance sighed.

"Please . . . what happened next?" Violet asked. Her usual don't-mess-with-me tone of voice was gone, replaced by something a little more vulnerable. The same way it had for a little while after she found out that she loved a dead boy. She was scared, and she had the right to be.

"Well, that's really all I know," Constance told them. "I tired time and again to figure out what was wrong with him. It wasn't until after he died but I still saw him roaming around the house that I figured it out. That house was cursed. Moira appeared after that, asking for her job back. She looked . . . different. Old . . . I almost didn't recognize her at first. Then Hugo came back too. I couldn't live like that, so I took Addie and moved out."

"What happened to Larry?" Tate said the name like it tasted badly on his tongue.

Constance shook her head. "Gone until recently. That man's taken an interest in your father, Violet."

"The creep on Halloween . . ." Violet said.

"The guy who killed Hayden . . ." Lily added. "When's that medium getting here?"

"Soon," Constance said. "So . . . what's so special about you? Can you hear things from the great beyond?"

Her voice was mocking, but Lily didn't take offence. "God no. I can just see ghosts, even if they don't want me to. And I can tell where a person's died, and even get visions of what happens. I can't like . . . talk to passed spirits though."

"So you're not a medium, then," Constance told her.

Lily already new that and she had for a while.

The doorbell rang. "That'll be Billie."

Constance rose from her chair once again, and returned with the medium.

Billie looked at Tate. "So you're the famous Westfield Shooter, eh?"

"Not exactly," Tate replied.

"Oh no," Billie said. "Your mamma's told me all about it. How you've got that mean old monster making you do things?"

She was making fun of him.

"Shove it up your ass," Lily told her. "We need your help, but if all you're going to do is make Tate feel like crap then bugger off before I punch you. Hard."

Billie actually looked freighted (which she should be, Lily was very serious). "What do you need to know?"

"Well . . . first off, Tate's got something he's gotta tell you," Lily said. Everyone looked at him.

"Why do I have to say it?"

"Because you're the one who did it," Lily told him. "Logic."

Tate took a deep breath. "Infantata kinda made me . . . knock up Mrs. Harmon."

He felt his cheeks get red. This was the most embarrassing thing to have to tell your mom, ever.

"YOU DID WHAT?" Constance and Billie dean screamed at the same time.

Constance leaned in closer to her son's face. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT WILL HAPPEN?"

"End of the world or some shit," Lily said calmly. "We've got that part down. We just wanna know what Infantata'd want a ghost-baby."

"Nora wanted a baby." The words came out as Tate remembered what had happened. "She wanted the gay couple to have a baby . . . that's why he—I killed them. They were fighting . . . she really wanted a baby."

"'Where's my baby?'"Lily repeated. "She kept asking that . . . I saw her when I got here, out on the lawn. She kept asking where her baby was . . . She just wanted her baby."

"So that's what this is about?" Constance asked on the verge of hysteria. "That bitch wanted another baby? Look what the first one did!"

She pointed at Tate.

"Is there a way to get the part of Infantata's soul out of Tate?" Violet asked suddenly.

"Of course," Billie Dean told her. "But it's not a pretty process."

"How?" It wasn't so much a question, really more of a demand for an answer. Anything to make Tate be Normal Tate all the time.

"Marriage," Billie told her solemnly. "To a virgin."

"Well that's not so bad," Violet said, relaxing a little.

"He would have to kill her though, as part of the ceremony. It's all very precise," Billie added. "You see, when you're married, you're no longer the same person. You no longer own your own body, because you and your spouse are to share everything. What's yours is theirs. It's the same thing with evil spirits. If Tate marries, Infantata will have no choice but to leave his body because it won't belong to Tate anymore. She'd have to be a virgin though, because if not, her body already partly belongs to someone else. Whoever you're first time is owns a little piece of you. And the girl would have to die because . . . well, a living person can't marry a ghost. Tate would have to do it too, or it wouldn't count."

Violet's insides tensed up again. "Fine. Whatever."

"Vi?" Tate asked.

"I'll marry him," Violet said. "If it'll get that thing out."

"Violet!" Tate protested. "There's no way in hell—"

"Too bad," Violet interrupted. "Billie, you'll need to help us."

"No problem," Billie said. "But it has to be done on a certain date, or else we'll have to wait a whole other year. But don't worry; we've got plenty of time from now until then to prepare."

"Violet I'm not going to let you—"

Violet put her hand over Tate's mouth. Her mind was made up. She was getting married.

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