The basement was so dark that the only light Violet could see was a small orb at the end of the long hallway. The only noise echoing off the walls was the sound of Violet's heels hitting the concrete floor. She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around her small frame as the cold seeped into her skin.
Violet made her way down the hallway until she was standing in the bright light of a single bulb. She was at the end of the hallway, facing a singular door with the word "psychopath" inscribed on the name plate. This had to be it. It took three keys before Violet guessed the right one that made the door knob twist under her hand.
Tate looked up from his seated position on the floor. His head rose from where it was resting on his knees, and his eyes landed on an image that he could only imagine was an angel. The light from outside of the room flooded into the small dark space, haloing around the angel's face.
"Violet?" Tate whispered as the light illuminated the angel's features.
Violet turned and threw the keys in her hands down the hallway before stepping into the room and letting the door slam behind her. The light was sucked out of the room, leaving only a small thread of light shining from a small window at the top of the wall.
"Hi." Violet whispered as she watched Tate stand up from the floor and walk over to her.
Tate took Violet into his arms, holding her tightly. "Violet, I thought I'd lost you."
"You'll never lose me." Violet mumbled against Tate's chest before she pulled back and looked up at him.
"Wait, how are you here?" Tate asked as his mind finally started to function again after getting over the instant happiness and shock of seeing Violet.
"It's a long story."
"I think we've got time."
Violet shook her head. "We don't have too much time because Nora will be back soon, and she won't be happy with what she finds." A confused look crossed Tate's face. "I let all of the girls go."
"How?" Tate asked, shocked.
"I killed the guards, took their keys, and set the girls free." Violet purposefully avoided telling Tate about Doc because she didn't know how he would react to finding out that she killed his dad.
Tate nodded his head. "And what about my dad?"
Violet felt her stomach flip. She took a shaky breath. "I killed him. I'm sorry, Tate."
Tate chuckled. "Sorry? You have no reason to be sorry. That bastard deserved to die."
Relief washed over Violet. "I told him as much before I stabbed him."
Tate smiled down at Violet before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. Violet smiled into the kiss, pushing up on her toes so that she could press her lips to his with more force.
"Tate, I love you." Violet murmured against his lips.
"I love you, too." Tate didn't hesitate before he replied. He had known that he was in love with Violet after the first time they spoke. She was the only person in the world that understood him. He stared into Violet's eyes now, sensing there was something more behind her love confession. "We're not leaving here are we?"
Violet shook her head slowly. "There's not enough time."
"Why didn't you just leave me behind and save yourself?" Tate felt anger rise inside of him when he realized what was happening.
"I couldn't leave you!" Violet defended her actions quickly. "You're all I have."
Tate pulled Violet into a searing kiss, taking her breath away. "God Violet, you're so stupid. Stupid. Stupid." Tate growled between kisses. "I love you so much." Violet moaned against Tate's lips as he pushed her up against the door. Her hands moved up and tangled in his blonde curls, tugging gently.
They broke apart when the need for air became too much. Tate rested his forehead against Violet's as they stared into each other's eyes.
"What's the plan, Vi? Are we pulling a Romeo and Juliet?"
"You remember what you said about dying to be with someone you love?"
Tate nodded. "I'd die for you, Violet, but how do we know that we'll be together afterwards?"
"We don't."
Tate took a minute to process everything that Violet was asking of him before he nodded again. "Okay, but there is one thing I want to do before…"
"Oh?" Violet looked at Tate with a confused expression. Tate smirked before pushing his entire body against Violet's, pushing her into the door again. He grabbed her hands, holding them over her head and tangling their fingers together. Violet smiled up at him as she realized what Tate wanted. She pushed up on her toes, connecting their lips in a passionate kiss.
The kiss shared between them became quick and needy as Tate released his grip on Violet's hands, moving his hands down to grip the back of her thighs. He lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Violet could feel Tate's arousal pressing into the inside of her thigh, and she had to bite back a loud moan that threatened to fall from her lips.
Tate watched as Violet worried her bottom lip between her teeth. "Don't hold back, Vi." His whispered lustfully.
Violet looked at Tate with lust filled eyes. "This has to be quick. We're running out of time."
"If you keep looking at me like that then this will be over very quickly." Tate growled as he felt his arousal throb. He rocked his hips against Violet's core, making both of them suck in a gulp of air before moaning loudly.
"Please." Violet whimpered. She felt like she was about to explode. Everything that had happened in the past year, months, days seemed to disappear as Tate's hands moved over her warm skin. Violet placed heated kisses on his hollowed cheeks before burying her head in the crook of his neck as his movements sent shock waves through her body.
The moment of being completely connected was over soon, and the lovers that refused to spend forever alone held each other tightly as the world around them slipped away.