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BOOM. Just went Yoda on you.

. . .

"Good afternoon, Dr. Harmon," Tate said, sitting down in the chair. "How are you today?"

"You know, Tate," Ben said, leaning forward a little. He grabbed his tape recorder off the table. "I don't think we'll need this today."

"Is there something wrong?"

"Not with you," Ben assured him. "Just something one of my earlier patients mentioned . . . About a school shooting."

Lily you're going to die if he's talking about what I think he's talking about. Tate thought. Maybe she had suddenly developed the ability to read ghosts' minds.

"Yeah . . ." Tate said. "That's some crazy shit man . . . Those psychos that just go in and start shooting people."

Ben nodded. "You go to West Field High, right Tate?"

"Uh yeah," Tate said. "I just started back up there."

"You know, there was a Tate Langdon at that school in '94. He led a school shooting," Ben told him. "It's funny that the two of you have the same name, don't you think?"

He wasn't so much accusing Tate of anything—not yet anyway—more so he was just looking for answers; he seemed pretty confused. Tate needed a lie, and a good one. "Oh yeah, that. I was hoping we wouldn't end up that subject. See . . . My name's not really Tate, that's just what everyone calls me. Like a nickname."

It felt so weird saying such a clearly obvious lie. You'd have to be a pretty big sucker to buy into it.

"Okay," Ben said, slightly relieved. "I was just wondering . . . Where did the nickname come from?"

"Well," Tate said, trying to think fast. "Tate Langdon . . . the one that shot all those people . . . he was my uncle. He had some type of psycho-disorder, that's why he shot up the school. My mom was all upset when the S.W.A.T. team took him down, and she thought I looked a lot like him so to kind of get back at them or something, she started calling me Tate. That way they'd be reminded of what they did to her brother if they ever crossed her path again or something like that. It's stupid and crazy, I know, but it stuck . . ."

Ben was totally buying into everything Tate was saying. Probably due to the fact that Ben wanted to believe him more than anything. When he thought about it, he had a patient with the same name as a dead murderer, and said patient used to have fantasies about killing people. Also, his ex-mistress died, right in front of him, and then showed up at his doorstep on Halloween. Now his niece was telling him all types of murder stories, and he was scared.

It was a natural reaction for someone who's not aware of the supernatural.

"Alright Tate . . . I'm sorry if that was a little weird it's just . . . I've been a little on edge," Ben exclaimed.

Tate gave him a fake smile. "No problem, Dr. Harmon."

. . .

"You're going to die," Tate told Lily later that night when he entered her and Violet's room.

She put down the borrowed anime book she was reading. "What about anime is deathly?"

Tate rolled his eyes. Lily—who was lying with half of her body hanging upside down off the bed—sat up the right way and looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"I just had very interesting conversation with Violet's dad about the West Field High Massacre," Tate told her.

She winced. "Ooo . . . he mentioned that? Sorry man . . . did he know it was you?"

"Of course not!" Tate exclaimed. "I'm dead, remember?"

"So then what's the problem, Gorgeous?" Lily asked. She didn't mean it in a hitting-on-you way, Lily was just like that. She'd say the exact same thing to the ugliest person on the planet. Lily was just . . . odd.

Tate sat down next to her and put his head in his hands. "This stupid wedding-thing that Violet's making me do . . . I don't want to kill her, Lily."

Lily stood up and walked over to the opposite side of the room. Her necklaces and bracelets clanged and jingled together as she walked. Why hadn't Tate noticed that before? You really could here Lily coming from a mile away. She leaned up against the wall and faced him. "You really haven't figured out the answer to your problem?"

"You have?" Tate asked.

She snorted. "Don't insult me. It's a simple solution, really."

"Will you tell me?"

Lily looked down. "I don't know . . . Violet's really set on doing this. She wants to help you Tate, and I can't say I blame her. You've got a freaking demon living inside of you."

"Please!" Tate begged. "I . . . there's no way that I would possibly get Violet out of this. And I can't kill her . . . It was different before, Infantata would kill people for me. The only person I ever killed in my right state of mind was that bitch Bianca . . ."

Lily sighed. "Tate . . . I really want to help you. But Violet would never forgive me."

"Don't tell me then," Tate told her. "Just give me hints. Help me figure it out."

Lily thought for a moment. "Okay . . . alright, I guess I can do that . . . Start with this, what were the conditions that Violet had to follow to be able to break the curse on you?"

"She had to marry me, be living, and a virgin," Tate said. "So?"

"What are the two things on that list that you can fix right now?"

"The living thing and the virgin thing," Tate said. "But I'm obviously not going to kill her and there's no way she'd let me in her pants."

"There you go!" Lily exclaimed. "Make her let you into her pants!"

"How?"

"Seduce her," Lily hissed.

Tate wasn't so sure.

"Make her want you, Tate," Lily added. "Make her feel like if she doesn't have you right then, she'll die."

Tate nodded. "Okay . . . if you think that'll work. There's only one problem."

"That being?"

"That will never work on Violet. Where is she anyway?"

"Bathroom."

"Been in there a while . . ." Tate realized what was happening a split second before he finished his sentence. He stood up and ran out of the room.

The bathroom door was locked. He pounded on it. "Violet! Let me in!"

No reply.

"Violet!"

Nothing.

Violet was inside though. And she was doing something she promised she wouldn't.

Tate was suddenly there, behind her, grabbed the razor from her hand. "You promised not to do this anymore!"

"How the hell did you get in here?" She asked.

"Perks of being a ghost," he told her. "But that's not the point! Violet why are you doing this, you promised?"

Violet locked eyes with him, and suddenly, before she could stop them, tears were streaming down her face. "I'm scared, Tate! I don't want to die!"

"You don't have to!" Tate couldn't help but yell. "That's what I've been telling you! You don't have to do this for me, Violet! I'm not making you!"

She shook her head. "No, Tate. I have to do this because I want to. But . . . It's scary."

"Well then why the hell do you want to do it?" Tate asked, exasperated.

"Because I love you, Tate! And there's no way in hell that I'm going to let you be a bad person just because there's a stupid demon inside of you," she shouted.

Tate sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Okay . . . okay . . . I still think you're crazy."

"But you'll do it?" Violet asked. "Please Tate . . . it's really important to me. And if you don't I'll just kill myself anyway and then you'll be stuck with me and have an evil spirit living in you."

Tate shook his head. He couldn't kill Violet . . . he could barely think about it. But she was going to kill herself anyway . . . "Fine. Whatever, I'll do it."

Violet sighed in relief. "Okay . . . thank you."

"VIOLET AND LILY COME DOWN STAIRS NOW!" Ben yelled to them from the kitchen. He didn't sound angry . . . more so urgent.

"I'll be back," Violet told Tate.

. . .

"What?" Violet asked impatiently when she and Lily entered the kitchen. Her parents were standing there, behind the counter, waiting.

"Violet . . . Lily," Ben began. "Together, you're mom—Aunt Vivian and I have come to the decision to leave this house. For good. We're going to move in with Aunt Jill . . . next week. Pack up your room and make sure you're ready."

"What?" the two girls chorused.

"I can't live here anymore," Vivian told them. "Not after everything that happened. I don't feel safe, and it's not good for me or the babies."

The babies! Violet exclaimed in her mind. What the hell were they going to do? Her mother needed an abortion . . .

"Auntie Vivian . . ." Lily said. "I don't think it's a good idea to leave. I mean you guys just moved here a few months ago . . ."

"I know, Lily," Vivian replied. "But this house is just . . . it's too much."

"But—"

"It's not open for discussion, Violet!" Ben interrupted. "Now go back up stairs and start packing!"

Violet turned and stormed out of the room, Lily followed. She could hear Violet grumbling things under her breath like, "what kind of stupid parents jus decide to tell you you're moving in a week . . ."

"What are we gonna do?" Lily asked when they were far enough away from Ben and Vivian.

"Call Billie Dean," Violet said simply. "I'll go get Tate, and then the three of us will go over to Constance's."

. . .

"So . . . Constance tells me you were off at military school," Eddie said from across the table. Eddie was Constance's new "boy toy" to replace the dead one.

Tate gripped his coffee mug a little harder. "Yup, Constance sent me away. I'm only back here now because of what happened to my sister . . . I've been going to Westfield with Lily and Violet."

Eddie nodded.

"How old are you?" Tate asked him. Violet sat next to him and Lily next to her. They were waiting for Constance to get home.

"Uh, twenty-six," Eddie replied.

"You realize my mother's like, sixty, right?"

"I'm aware," Eddie assured him.

"Do you know what she did to my dad?" Tate asked, getting a little angry. He couldn't help himself; this was the cock that his mother spent all her time with. Just like Larry once was. Instead of watching Addie like she should have been doing, she was fucking this man-whore. And now Addie's dead. "She caught him cheating, so she got rid of him. Then she cheated on my step father, and he left. Do you even know how many kids she had?"

"You and Addie," Eddie said.

Tate shook his head. "Wow, she told you nothing, huh? Interesting . . ."

"Tate . . ." Violet put her hand on top of his. "It's not his fault."

Tate sighed and nodded. She was right. He needed to contain himself.

Constance entered the room then. "Well, what are you all doing in my kitchen?"

"Funeral arrangements," Eddie explained. He stood up and walked over to her. "The kids said you asked them to come over and help."

"Oh yes," Constance said, going along with it. She realized something was wrong. "Eddie, dear, you'll probably get bored with all this talk of planning. I have a chore list I need you to take care of . . ."

She pulled a piece of paper out of her purse and handed him some more cash.

"Babe, there are like a million stores on this list," Eddie complained.

Constance handed him more money. "There's your down payment. You can come back for the rest later."

She traced the outline of his spine with her finger and pressed her face against his.

"Oh, come on!" Tate exclaimed. "Gross! We're right here!"

Constance rolled her eyes. "Oh just shut up. Eddie, go on now."

"Yeah boy, go get Yeller," Lily hissed into Violet's ear. She chuckled.

Eddie left the room and Constance sat down in his seat. "Now, what's the matter?"

"We need to know what date Billie Dean said to have the wedding on," Violet told her. "My parents plan on moving out . . . we need to get this over and done with."

"Well," Constance replied. "I was talking to Billie. It turns out that there are two possible days for you to do the ceremony. The first and last nights of the Ghost Moon."

"Ghost Moon?" Lily asked.

Something the ghost girl didn't know? Violet wondered. Must be good . . .

"Yes," Constance explained. "Once a year, there a new moon comes into cycle for a total of four weeks. It's called the Ghost Moon because it's the power source for all super natural beings. Ghosts are stronger during these four weeks . . . some of them can even walk among the living as if it were Halloween, but only the very powerful ones. The ceremony can only happen on the first and last days of this moon."

"We'll have to do it on the first day," Violet said. "The sooner the better . . . When does the Ghost Moon start?"

Constance was silent for a few moments before replying; "Tonight."

. . .

Ahhhhh! Okay so next chapter could possibly be the last one :'( But I've had so much fun writing this! I'm so so sorry I haven't updated in so long, but my mom just had a baby so things have been like, super crazy at my house. I'll try to update soon though!