Disclaimer – I don't own American Horror Story. And I also think disclaimers are stupid as fuck.
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The second Violet hit the ground Tate was released from Hayden, Fiona, and Travis's grip. "Violet!"
He ran over to her and knelt down. She was jerking around, visibly in pain. Tears poured down Lily's cheeks. Violet thought she was dying, but Lily knew better. It was some weirdo lab experiment that Billie had stolen or bought off some guy in an alley's cousin. Whatever it was, it was a drug and it was illegal, and Lily had just given her best friend a shit load of it.
Tate was crying too. "Violet! No, Violet, no!"
Billie Dean locked eyes with Lily. They were the only two that knew it was a fake, and they silently promised to keep it that way.
Violet moaned. "Make it stop, make it stop!"
Tate grabbed Violet's hand and held it to her mouth. "Don't die, Violet, please don't die . . ."
"Tate, I can't—" She couldn't finish her sentence it hurt too much to talk.
Lily swallowed the lump in her throat. "Tate you can make it quicker for her . . . use the knife."
Violet in pain . . . That's what would unlock Tate's crazy, and Lily knew it. She was taking risks, but wasn't that what life was about?
"Please, Tate," Violet said. "Please make the pain go away I don't like it."
"I—I can't Violet I can't kill you . . . maybe we can make it better." He was trying to convince himself more than her. "We can get you to a hospital or something . . . we can get you help, Violet you don't have to die."
Maybe Violet caught on, or maybe she really was in such an intense amount of pain that it caused her to do what she did. She screamed, loudly. And it wasn't just a scared out of your mind scream but it was a genuine scream of being in pain. That's what did it. That's what made Tate snap.
He reached for the knife and held it tightly. Lily barely had time to suck in a breath before he raised his arm and plunged the dagger into Violet's chest; screaming the entire time.
"Stop it!" he yelled. He pulled the knife out and stabbed her again. And again. And again. Over and over and over he brought the knife down on her. Long after she had stopped breathing.
"Tate—"
"I need to fix it!" Tate screamed in Lily's face. He dropped the knife and hid his face in his folded arms that were resting on his knees. Fetal position . . . "I need to make it stop . . ."
"You made it stop, Tate!" Violet told him. She bent down and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "You did it . . . it doesn't hurt anymore."
Slowly, he raised his head. "I did?"
Violet nodded, and then smashed her lips into his. "You did it, Tate . . . you saved us both."
He looked over at her body. It was still bleeding, blood drenching the white fabric of her dress. "But look what I did to you."
"I can't feel it anymore, Tate," Violet promised him.
"I killed you."
"But I asked you to," she said. "So it's okay."
He shook his head. "Nothing about this is okay."
"We need to hurry and finish the ceremony!" Billie Dean exclaimed. "You can cry over your sins later, boy!"
Violet grabbed Tate's hand and together they rose to their feet. The front of Ghost Violet's dress was soaked in deep red, just like her body. But she could change later.
"Now, by the power vested in me by the Medium Society of California, I know pronounce the two of you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride," Billie said. "And quickly before the hour's up!"
Tate and Violet smashed their lips together, and waited a few moments before breaking apart. All the ghosts clapped for a moment, but stopped when they saw it.
Tate was glowing. Literally glowing. A sickly greenish color. Violet jumped back from him, startled. He continued glowing bright and brighter until finally, the glow separated from his body and shot into the air.
Violet, Lily, and Mary ran over to Tate and grabbed his arms before he could fall on the ground. They helped him pull himself up.
All eyes were trained on the glowing green orb that was floating near the ceiling. There was the sound of a baby crying, followed by that of screams of terror. Then, the ball split in two; one half glowing bright yellow the other the same ugly green. The yellow ball flew towards the ghosts and landed right on Nora's lap. It exploded with a loud pop and was replaced by a smiling, blond-haired baby. Thaddeus had returned home at last. The other ball exploded at the same time, releasing a demonic creature that had once been a baby. Infantata. The two sides of Thaddeus Montgomery had been separated, and the evil side—Infantata—disappeared with a big bang.
Silence.
Then, cheers. Everyone in the basement was on their feet, clapping and shouting and laughing.
Tate put his arms around Violet and nuzzled her neck. "Mrs. Langdon, huh?"
"Don't go there yet," she told him sternly.
He took a step back and raised his hands in surrender. "Okay . . . okay . . ."
For a moment, everyone was happy. Then, Constance yelled over the celebration, "Well wait just one second. What are we going to do with the girls' body?"