Leah Mason was Tate's main concern as of now.

He smirked manically as he felt his darkening thoughts consume him because Violet's suffering was almost over and he was doing it his way this time.

The only real question he asked himself was when?

VIII

WARNING: Dark Tate. Drug use.

Tate spent the next few weeks studying Leah Mason as much as he possibly could. He found out her habits and her weaknesses quicker then someone would think. This week marked the end of October. Halloween was the day after tomorrow and the young teacher couldn't be more thrilled with the timing. Finally, he could scare Leah without any interruptions, while no one knew it was him. It was all too perfect. Too perfect indeed.

He remembered her walking patterns, what streets she took, what times she walked them, she was easy to figure. Not to mention, he found out one of her little secrets while observing her. The coke addiction she suffered from since the end of her middle school years. Her dealer was whoever could sell her any. She wasn't picky with preferences. Luckily for Tate his drug days were far behind him, yet so close in his mind he remembers his stash under the floor boards of Constance's home, his bedroom was immaculate and it wasn't like the cancer ridden woman would be in there selling his shit for money anytime soon. He would have to go to her home again and play nice to get into his bedroom and get the goods for the little coke whore to carry out his plans. This was all for Violet. Not that she could ever know. He could risk his job by doing this. Doing anything sinister to someone, let alone a child under the laws of Los Angeles, would really fuck up his line of work, and everything he had built up to this very moment.

Was Violet Harmon really worth his profession?

He hadn't truly known.

He wasn't sure if he was thinking clearly when this planning went on in his head, yet this was for Violet, his Violet who took no shit from anyone. This girl was special. That much Tate knew. He needed to do this. Backing out now wasn't an option, he just hoped it wasn't a mistake either.

The plan was simple really, very clear. He would get the stash of coke, dressed up as a skeleton so his identity was somewhat unknown, his hair would be slicked back, and he would wear all black clothing and his face paint would be spot on. His long black coat would follow behind him, as his army boots would clunk against the asphalt towards her. He would lure her with his seductive charm, and the little baggy of coke if that didn't work, to an unnoticed ally-way before finally terrifying her into leaving Violet alone for good. The plan was full-proof. Gold, perfection, his plan was a make or break. Tate was really pleased with himself.

His teeth caught the reflection of the rear view mirror of his car before he started to laugh again. Everything was falling into place.

All seemed right with reality as of now. Nothing short of perfect.

TxVxTxV

October 31st – Halloween

Tate stood pacing in his apartment as the sun set just below the rooftops of the homes across the street. It was almost time, he couldn't help but grin like a little boy in a candy store as he succumbed to the dark thoughts plaguing his mind. Leah would be scared so bad by the time he was done with her she might have to transfer schools. He had hoped so at-least. No one deserved to be bullied. Especially by a girl who was as stupid as she was a blow whore.

The clock struck eight as he zipped up his long jacket shielding his body from the cooled down heat of the night ahead of him. He stared at the bag of coke for a minute and smirked. Thankfully his mother wasn't home when he went to retrieve his prize, so the confrontation was less than expected. Not that Tate would really say much towards his plans. What was there to be said anyways?

Hey mom, I'm just coming by to grab my old stash of Cocaine in an attempt to scare the shit out of some girl bullying one of my eighteen year old students who I have become more then infatuated with. Can I have your blessing?

Tate almost snorted at his own thoughts stupidity as he shoved the bag in the inner layer of his coat. He grabbed his car keys and smoothed back his gelled hair once more in the reflection of a picture. He looked unrecognizable.

It was time.

By the end of the night, Leah Mason would be the bully no more.

Tate couldn't wait.

VxTxVxT

The night ticked on as Tate sat in his car with the keys in the ignition of his car that was turned off and hidden behind a tree illuminated by the dim street lights. The chatter and laughter of children dying down with hours passing. Tate stared at his phone's clock and muttered to himself that it was almost her time to walk down this dead street. He was more then ready, that's when he saw her slutty attire, a catholic school girl. Typical. Her skirt barely leaving anything to the imagination as her chest hung out unappealingly. She wasn't pretty, she was just a scantily dressed whore out for a Halloween fuck. Nothing was different in the busy city of L.A. For a broad at-least.

Tate exited the car quietly as he possibly could before leaning up against a brick wall. He looked to her approaching figure and saw she hadn't looked up from her cell-phone and he smirked.

Just a little closer. He thought quietly as his lips stretched wider revealing his teeth.

Three. Two. One.

"Hey." He replied smoothly. Leah's eyes snapped to meet his through the darkness.

"Hi?" Confusion laced her voice.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing outside at a time like this?" Tate smirked innocently at her.

"Halloween party, dipshit. Duh, what do you think I'm doing out here alone. Trick or treating?"

"Never said that, sweetheart. Just curious is all. Trust me, I wouldn't of pegged you as a young one anyway, not with a body like that." closer, his presence towered over her almost as she stared at him with what she thought was a sexy little smirk.

"Like what you see?" She giggled flirtatiously trailing her fingers down his jacket, her nails scraping the metal button as she tried to undo it. Tate inwardly gagged.

"Sure do, baby. So what will it take so I get a few hours with you?" Tate muttered working his hands along her waist, stopping at the top of her skirt. She shivered.

"I don't do money." She convicted.

"Will coke do? That's all I have." he could of laughed as her eyes lit up like a child about to open presents on Christmas. He pulled it out swinging the baggy in front of her jeeringly.

"Oh, I think we can work something out with that little arrangement." she smiled as she leaned up against him, Tate caught her wrist before she could grab the drug.

"Not so fast, sweetie." he laughed.

"What part of give me the drugs and I'll fuck your brains out don't you get? Don't be stupid, I'm doing you a favor, you scratch my back, I scratch yours." Tate's smile vanished as he shoved Leah against the wall, her back cracking against the brick and cement as she gasped in pain. His hand covering her mouth as he forced her to bite back a scream.

"I don't want you touching me, you dirty little tart. God, I was wondering how low you would stoop, not that I was surprised anyway with the outcome. I used to love easy girls like you. But, as I grew up, all of you disgust me in every possible way. Now, Leah. I'm gonna take my hand away from that little mouth of yours, if you even dare to make a sound," he pulled out a little blade and held it against her skin, as the metal glittered in the light. "I'll slit your fucking throat." she paled as Tate removed his hand.

"How do you know my name?" Silence. "Tell me you fucked up son of a bitch!"

"I've been watching you Leah, for weeks now. You're so goddamn predictable. I watch you bully and mess with a few people here and there, they all bothered me, but one particular girl got to me the most. Then I thought to myself, where does this bitch get off?" He held the blade up to her cheek.

"I don't know what you're talking about." she huffed breathlessly.

"Liar." He seethed, dragging the metal down her flesh, pressing hard as he saw the blood rise to the surface and tears sprang in her eyes. He watched as the coppery smelling liquid dripped.

"Violet Harmon." Another cut, just a bit deeper. Leah was close to screaming. Too close, Tate noticed, so he placed his hand back over her mouth.

"You cut her for smoking a cigarette." The last cut was so deep, her shrieks of pain and tears fell against his hand. Her body jerked trying to get away from him. It wasn't that easy. Leah felt the blood dribble against her neck.

"The next time I even hear you laid a hand on anyone at all?" Tate whispered venomously. "I'll slice that little throat straight across your jugular vein. A pretty clean slice for the disgusting slut. Or better yet, I'll get a serrated knife. They're more edgy." he laughed hotly in her ear.

"The choice is yours. I'll be watching you." he kissed her cheek as she screamed out sinking to her knees. He took off to his car without a second glance to the crying girl he had just tormented.

As he drove off, all his mind could think about was Violet and how she could never know.

Sorry for the delay all, I've been busy busy! I hope this was dark enough for you! You know the expression. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth!

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