Hey! Sorry for any confusion the name change caused! I didn't realize there was another AHS story called The Raven. Anyway, continue on XD Also I'd like to state that Tate is going to be much darker and agressive in this story. He's gone a little crazy since Violet's rejection. And there is gonna be some mature things in this story along with violent acts so I want to apologize if anything is triggering. I will try to put warnings before chapters that have things like that.
"OOOHHH, FUCK IT!"
I woke up with a jolt, my hands grasping wildly for my phone to shut off the alarm that was currently blasting Five Finger Death Punch at an ungodly volume. I was afraid my ears were going to bleed! I finally felt my hand come in contact with the small device and, after a few tries because my eyes were still blurry with sleep, hit dismiss. I sighed with relief at the peaceful silence that followed, combing my fingers through my long black tresses, trying to get a few of the tangles out of the rat's nest that was my hair. I stifled a yawn as I stretched, letting out a few catlike noises as my spine popped. My head snapped to the side instantly as a large crash erupted in the hallway, my blue eyes narrowing at the stark white door. I picked myself up off of the old mattress that I had fallen asleep on after my spat with Princess Bitch Face - as I've taken to calling her.
I groaned, padding barefoot into the hall and raising a dark eyebrow at the state the hallway was in. Broken glass littered the hall floor, pieces of old picture frames broken and splintered from the impact of hitting the hardwood. I bent down and picked up one of the few picture frames that was still intact, the picture was a black & white of a man and woman standing next to each other, her hands placed delicately on his shoulders as he sat comfortably in an old rocking chair. The only thing that made this vintage photo stand out from all the rest that littered the hall floor was the fact that the faces in the picture had been scribbled out, hard. You could see the pen marks where it had been pressed down so hard that it almost went right through the photo.
"It's too damn early for this shit" I called out, tossing the picture frame onto the floor with the rest of them, a smile tugging at my pale, pink lips as it crashed to the floor, shattering like all the others.
I walked around all the glass and bounced down the old staircase, each step let out a groan similar to a creature from my nightmares. Never once did I notice the dark figure at the top of the stairs I had just descended. I grabbed my skinny jeans off the couch where I had left them and shimmied into them, twisting my ink black hair up into a messy bun. I walked over to the mirror that hung beside an old antique end table and scanned over my appearance. My makeup has smeared down my cheeks, leaving me resembling that of a wet raccoon. I giggled at the thought and began wiping off the smudged eyeliner from under my eyes.
I rolled my oceanic blue eyes as I heard a knock on the front door.
I swear to God if that isn't the moving company. I thought.
"Yes" I said when I pulled open the door.
"Scarlett Whitmore?" the middle aged man asked, scratching at a stain on his baby blue polo that he had tucked into a pair of ghastly colored khaki capris, his belt straining against his pudgy stomach.
"Yep" I said, popping the P. "That's me
"Sign here"
I scribbled down my name and thanked him with an eyeroll as he walked back to the bright orange moving truck. A couple of other guys hoping out to begin bringing my belongings into the house.
"Oh! Watch out for the broken glass in the upstairs hallway. I think some kids may have vandalized the house while it was sitting vacant" I easily lied, giving the workers a dazzling grin. They believed me, as I knew they would.
"And any boxes marked Bedroom go in the room at the very end of the hall upstairs" I said, strolling around them as I jogged up the steps to go get my phone. I snatched the sleek device off of the mattress and unlocked it.
3 New Messages
I quickly clicked on my inbox to check them.
'Hey! Did the moving truck get there?'
'Are you still asleep? What time is it there?'
'Scarlett answer me'
I rolled my eyes, typing out a reply to my mom before shoving my phone into my back pocket. My fingers danced across the handrail as I walked back down the steps, impressed with the amount of boxes that had began to fill the entryway. I was a bit of a pack rat.
I grabbed one of the boxes marked Kitchen and walked off down the hall towards it's respective place. I set it down on the counter and ripped it open, packing peanuts going everywhere. A smile played on my lips as I fished my phone out of my pocket, connecting to my Spotify and turning my Five Finger Death Punch playlist to shuffle. I bobbed my head to 100 Ways To Hate as I started to put away some of my kitchen utensils.
By the time I finished putting away all my kitchen supplies I had worked my way through my entire Five Finger Death Punch playlist. I chuckled and switched to my Black Veil Brides playlist as I began unpacking some of my belongings for my living room, my favorite item being my Walking Dead lamp that was made to look like a zombie arm holding up the light. I placed that on the side table beside the couch and plugged it in. Next I unpacked my books, which took up three boxes by themselves. I thanked Ben Harmon for installing so many bookcases in his office which was now my living room and I thanked my lucky stars that the last few owners never stuck around long enough to remove them. After I finished putting my books away I moved on to hanging up my black curtains, I was halfway through putting my curtains up when there was a knock on the front door.
I sighed, hopping down from the small stool I used to reach the top of the windows. I muttered obscenities under my breath as I yanked up the door.
"Yes" I clipped.
"Hello, I'm Moira O'Hara. I'm a maid, I come with the house" the old woman said, and I took a second to really look her over. Her left eye was clouded over completely, you could tell she was obviously blind in that eye. Her stringy red hair was stuck up in a bun and her maids uniform was wrinkled with old age. Overall she looked harmless, but also creepy and not the good creepy.
"Yeah.. Um, I'm good" I said, my forehead scrunching as I narrowed my eyes.
"I insist, I worked for the previous owners and would truly love to continue that tradition" She continued.
"I don't need a maid. I live here on my own. It's not like I'm gonna dirty up that much" I said, rolling my eyes.
"Well, I could help with meals and houses this old have personality to them. You can't just treat them however you want. Do you know what to use to clean the floors? That's real wood you know, none of that peel and stick shit" She proceeded and I could see the frustration building in her one good eye.
"I'm gonna say this real slow so you can comprehend okay?" I started mockingly, "I don't. Need. A. Fucking. Maid" I punctuated each word, glaring daggers at her. How dare she come to my home begging for a job and then insinuate that I'm gonna mistreat this place. "And I know this place has personality, more then one could possibly imagine. You say you worked for the previous owners so you know what I'm talking about. You know about the darkness here... Yet you keep coming back... So, let me ask you one question... Why?"
Her face went from anger to confusion to just down right shock and I enjoyed watching every emotion pass. Her mouth gaped open like a fish, she stammered for words yet nothing came out. Her silence spoke volumes.
"That's what I figured" I said, slamming the door in her face.
I sighed, suddenly losing interest in continuing to unpack. I walked around a few of the boxes in the foyer before I found one of the five marked Clothes and ripped the tape off. I shuffled through before finding a clean pair of underwear and a new bra along with a pair of comfy black sweat pants and a black half top. I slowly ascended the stairs, and walked into the upstairs bathroom. I was in desperate need of a shower. I sat my phone on the sink and put Flesh by Simon Curtis on repeat, cranking it as loud as my phone would go. I undressed quickly and turned on the water, stepping in and under the spray once it started to get warm.
"Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh. Get undressed. T-taste the flesh. Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh" I sang along to the song as I lathered up my hair, scrubbing my scalp with my fingernails.
Never once did I notice the lone dark figure sitting on the sink.
Tate's P.O.V
She was exquisite.. the way she moved.. I could see right through that damn white shower curtain. Her perky breast.. The curve of her hips, the smooth milky white skin of her thighs. I wanted her.. No, I needed her. I wanted to watch her face as I held her down, carved my name into her pale skin and watched her blood pour out. All scarlet red and hot, watch the wound pulse with each beat of her frantic heart. I wanted to hear he scream for me to stop and then hear her beg me not to as I bury myself deep inside of her and paint her insides with my very essence.
Each sway of her naked hips as she sang the provocative song that was playing from her phone had my cock straining against my jeans. I wanted her begging and pleading for me to fuck her.
One word echoed around my mind as I watched her hands move soap across her lean body.
Mine!
Sorry this chapter was so filler :( But are you starting to see what I meant about it getting dark? LOL so Tate has lost it a bit since Violet. I really hope you guys liked this chapter, it took me a while to really figure out when to bring Tate's dark side in. And what did you think about her meeting Moira? I always wondered why no one was like no way creepy old lady get off my porch! whenever she asked for a job XD Also, I have that Walking Dead lamp! It's my favorite thing in my room!