Hello friends! So this is my first AHS fanfic and I hope you like it as much as I like to write it. So I just wanted to add a little note for everyone just as a little FYI... So "dark themes" are... well a theme in the world of AHS. The first season especially deals with some touchy subject matter with teenagers especially I believe and I will be discussing Tate's background (his family, what he did at the school, and all that), Violet's background (well, he self harming habits and her suicide) and Elouise (who is similar to Violet... And she has a background story that might be hard for some people). So I just wanted to give everyone a heads up. Thank you so much for clicking on my story! It means a lot!
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A new house was a scary thing for anyone to come into, but when your parents insist on moving you to an old time Victorian Era house that, when I did my research, was top priority on the haunted house tour, yeah it was pretty fucked up. I reluctantly climbed the stairs behind my parents who were both smiling. My dad had gotten a new job which had forced us to move, but my parents had wanted to move down to Los Angeles for a couple years now. We walked inside and I looked around as my mom gushed over the wallpaper and how there was still furniture left inside. "It looks so vintage!" She squealed, holding onto my dad's arm tightly.

"I wonder why no one was buying it..." My dad muttered and looked around. "It was so cheap and it's perfect."

"Except for the fact that it's on the haunted house tours," I said and rolled my eyes while typing into my phone.

"Oh hush, be more rational than that Elouise," mom said and smiled. "There's no such things as ghosts or 'haunted houses' and what not. People just say that for a way to bring in more business for... Well whatever kind of business they're running."

"Whatever you say but if I hear one unexplained noise in this house, I'm checking into a hotel," I said immediately and shook my head some. "Why would someone leave their furniture here?"

"Either they didn't want it or couldn't take it with them," dad explained as he started to walk deeper into the house.

Yeah... That was the reason. They were probably scared away from the house and didn't bother to bring their stuff with them.

"Oh! Ellie!" Mom shouted from the top of the stairs. "There's a room up here that you could turn into a studio for your art if you wanted to!"

I smiled some and went up the stairs to look around. As creepy as the house was, it was pretty cool at the same time. I trekked along the second floor, looking into each of the rooms. They all had furniture in them still. There were two bedrooms a bathroom and then the extra room mom was telling me about. There was a door that led to the attic, but I didn't really want to see what was up there anytime soon or ever really. I walked down the stairs, looking around the kitchen and the foyer when I saw something from the corner of my eye. I looked, but nothing was there. The hair on the back of my neck began to stand up and there was a sudden chill in the room. I wrapped my arms around myself and looked around some more before quickly rushing to where dad was looking at the office.

"You okay? You look a little shaken," he observed as I walked into the room.

"Fine... I'm fine," I muttered and sighed. "This office is really nice."

He smiled and nodded. "Yup it's perfect for when I want to work from home."

I nodded and smiled up at him. "I'm going to go and get the rest of my things out of the car."

"Okay, come get me if you need any help."

I walked back through the front of the house, glancing around some, and then out and onto the lawn. The light warmed my skin again and I went over to the driveway where the car was and reached in grabbing my last bag, my purse, and my laptop. "You're new," someone said.

I whipped around and there was a girl, about my age, standing there looking at me. "Y-Yeah? I am. Who are you and what are you doing on my lawn?" I asked.

She just shrugged and leaned against the car. "I live close by and I saw you and your parents unpacking. Thought I'd give you a little... Neighborly welcome," she said, giving a very fake smile.

"Well, uh, thanks..." I said and tried to walk past her.

She stepped in front of me. "I'm Violet."

"Elouise." Again, I tried to get around her but she stepped in front of me.

"I think we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

"Oh will we? Sneaking onto my lawn is going to make us friends?"

She pursed her lips before cracking a small smile. "I like you."

"Okay, well I've got to get this to my room."

I finally walked past her and as I walked through the door she called, "Watch out for Tate!"

I looked back to ask who or what that was and she was already gone.

A few days had past since we had moved in. I was in my room and sitting on my laptop. There was nothing interesting going on in the world at that moment. All I knew was that I was bored. I had no one to hang out with because all my friends were back in Oregon and I didn't start school until Monday. I sighed softly and closed my laptop, staring up at the ceiling before I stood and walked into what was now my studio. I had tarp along the floor and two easels as well as a stack of sketch pads, boxes filled with paints and other art supplies, and a couch with a couple throw pillows. I sighed and turned around and that's when I saw a boy standing in the door way. "Hi," he said with a small smile.

"H-Hi?" I said and backed up some.

"Is this all of your stuff?" He asked and I nodded. "So you're an artist?"

"What made you guess?" I asked shakily looking for something to defend myself with if I needed to. "Can I ask... Who the hell are you?"

"Oh, sorry... Your dad got a call and I got curious so I started to look around," he shrugged.

"You're one of dad's clients?" I asked and he nodded.

It didn't make me feel too much calmer. Dad dealt with teens and children who had anger issues, eating disorders, or maybe even a mental illness. He was basically a psychiatrist but he didn't like people calling him that. "I'm Tate," He said and smiled some.

"Tate?" I asked. Violet's words rung back and forth in my head.

"Yeah..." He said and pushed himself off the doorway. "Can I look at some of your art work?"

"Uh... Sure?" I said and he walked over to my sketchbooks and sat down, flipping through the one on the top of the pile.

"You're great," he said. I chewed on my lip and sat down, running a hand through my hair. "Are you okay?"

"Fine it's just... Are people just like this around here?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He questioned back, stilling looking through my sketchbooks.

"I mean, you just pop up and start talking to people? A girl did that earlier today," I muttered.

"What girl?" He asked again.

"Violet I think her name was. She said she lived close by and-"

"Oh, she lives close alright," he said with a small smirk which fell rather quickly before he put down the sketch book rather roughly. "I better get downstairs..." All expression had left his face except for what seemed like anger. I nodded some and he stopped in the doorway and turned to look at me. "Don't listen to Violet. Whatever she says about me, she's lying," he said, his fists clenching. I tilted my head in confusion and bit my lip lightly before he turned, leaving me alone again in the room.

Tate was the one that Violet had warned me about, telling me to watch out. Was it because of whatever he was seeing dad for? What was he seeing him for? Why did Violet care? Questions ping ponged back and forth in my head as I sat there. I sighed softly and then stood, walking out of my room, looking for something and anything to do. I went down to the kitchen and mom was there mixing something in a bowl. There was another lady sitting at the table and they were laughing about something. When I walked in, mom smiled at me. "Ellie! This is, Mrs. Harmon," she said as she set the bowl down and wiped her hands that were covered with flour on a dish towel.

"Oh please, call me Vivien," she said, smiling as she stood and reached out a hand. I walked over and shook it gingerly.

Mom smiled and looked back at me. "Vivien and her family live close by and she wanted to come over and welcome us to the neighborhood," she said to me. "Vivien, do you want something else to drink?"

"I'm fine really," she said. "You're about my daughter's age, Ellie." She smiled sweetly at me, looking at me with a soft and somber expression before smiling again. "Well, I should probably get going."

"Already?" Mom asked. "Do you want to stay for dinner? You can ask your husband and your daughter even!"

"Mom..." I muttered. She was always overly nice with everyone.

"Oh hush, Elouise!" She smiled and giggled before looking back at Vivien. "It'll be nice to have some company around since the only people we've had over really are Sean's patients."

"Oh, I know how you feel. My husband is in the same line of work," Vivien said and smiled some again. "I'm sure Ben and Violet would love to come over. What time do you think?"

"Violet?" I asked and raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah, that's my daughter's name," she said and nodded.

"Oh," I said and nodded a bit.

Vivien smiled and then looked to my mom again. "I'll go and tell them to get ready and we'll be over around five. Thank you so much, Anne."

"Oh, you're welcome!" Mom said and started to pour whatever was in the bowl into a pan.

Vivien left through the back door and I looked to mom with raised eyebrows. "I've already met Violet," I said.

"What?" Mom asked and smiled as she placed the bowl in the sink.

"She showed up on our lawn the day that we moved in and she was… strange… I don't know. Maybe I'm just not used to California people yet. The people I've met so far just seem very… friendly. Almost overly friendly."

"Who have you met so far?"

"Well there was Violet and then one of dad's patients came up the stairs and we talked a bit. His name was Tate and then Vivien. I don't know…" I shrugged, leaning on the counter and picking a grape out of a bowl that was sitting there.

"Well, I'm sure they're all just very nice people, Ellie," she said and smiled.

There was a door that shut and dad's voice bounced off the walls. "Okay, Tate, come back tomorrow and we'll continue our session."

There was no answer except a front door opening and closing. Dad walked in and raised his eyebrows. "I think I have a patient that will be sticking around for a while…" Dad said as he leaned on the counter with me eating grapes as well.

"Is he bad?" I asked and looked up at him.

He shrugged. "He just… has a dark way of thinking. It's like he doesn't see any light in the world…" he answered somberly. "But, that's why I'm here. I'm going to help him see whatever light he can grasp."

I smiled and leaned into my dad some with a soft sigh. I loved that he loved his job and he loved helping people with whatever they needed help with. "Elouise, will you set the table?" Mom asked. "Sean, I invited some neighbors over for dinner."

"Oh, that's nice," Dad said and took a few more grapes as he stood up straighter and walked around to see what mom was cooking.

I went and set the table for six people and sat down, playing on my phone. The doorbell rang then and dad went to get it. "Hi! You must be the Harmon's my wife was telling me about," he said as he closed the door. I sat up some and put my phone away in my pocket looking into the foyer. Mom ushered me up and into the hall to meet the family. Vivien walked in holding onto her husband's arm. Violet stood off a bit with her arms crossed. She looked around the house solemnly and her eyes landed on me. She smiled some and nodded her head.

"Hello! You must be Ben! Vivien was telling me all about you today! And Violet! You are the spitting image of your parents!" Mom gushed.

Violet pursed her lips some and said a short "thank you" before walking towards me. "Elouise. I told you we'd see a lot of each other," Violet said.

I shrugged some and smiled a bit at her. "Yeah, it seems like it, because our parents seem to be becoming fast friends," I told her and nodded towards them.

"Oh yeah," she said and rolled her eyes. "My parents are well… they went through a lot, but they decided to start over and be nicer people. They sometimes take it to the extreme, though."

"That's my parents all the time," I muttered.

Violet smiled and nodded. My parents walked us into the kitchen and we sat down at the table. Violet and I sat across from each other and our parents did all the talking. It was mainly the normal small talk. How I was going to school at Westfield and about my art. They talked about Violet's homeschooling and how bright she was. Violet didn't look up as they talked about her. "You know about the history of this house don't you?" Vivien asked as mom sat back down from putting the dishes in the sink.

"What?" Mom questioned, tilting her head some.

"What's happened in this house…" She said. "It's cursed, you know."

"What do you mean?" Dad asked looking at Vivien as if she was crazy.

"Well, there are a lot of bad things that have happened in this house. I couldn't believe that someone had actually bought it considering the last couple of incidents that had happened…" Vivien continued.

"Like what? The realtor did tell us a couple a things. Two young guys who were living together had died here, but she didn't go into much depth," Mom explained.

"Well…" Vivien leaned in some. "This house is known as the murder house. There have been countless murders and suicides. The most recent was of a family that lived here before you back in 2011. They moved here because the wife and husband were having issues so they packed themselves and their daughter up and moved here." She looked down at her hands and smiled some. "They thought it was the absolute perfect house… But weird things started happening and things that they thought would be looking up started to go awry. The daughter killed herself… The mother died… and then the father was the last to die…"

"That's-That's horrible…" Mom muttered.

Violet slammed down her fork and stood up, walking out of the room. "Violet!" Ben called, but she didn't answer.

"Maybe… Maybe I could talk to her," I said and stood up.

"It's just a touchy subject for Violet…" Vivien explained as I walked out of the room.

I walked around the house and I found her in the living room. She was sitting on the couch with her arms crossed over her chest and a firm line on her face. Her eyes were glassy and she looked like she was trying to keep herself from crying. "Violet?" I asked stepping into the room.

She jumped and sat up straighter, looking back at me. "Sorry… I just… I hate talking about that… It just makes me remember…" She trailed off and shook her head. "My-My friend…"

"You were friends with the girl?" I questioned and sat down on the couch next her.

"Um… Yeah. You could say we both had the, huh, same outlook on life…" She muttered and looked down at her hands.

"You…" I started, but trailed off, not knowing if she wanted to talk about it. I placed a hand on my own arm and sighed heavily.

Violet noticed and bit down on her lip before pulling up her sleeve, showing all of her scars. She swallowed thickly and took a shaky breath. "Me and… Vanessa… we would sit and just talk about our issues and everything. When she offed herself, I didn't really talk to anyone…" She looked down at my arm and reached out, pulling up my sleeve as well. "I didn't take you for that type of person. These are pretty fresh too…" She touched the scars along my arm and I quickly pulled down my sleeve.

"I-I have my own issues…" I muttered. "I just hide it well."

Violet nodded and pulled down her sleeve. "I hid that part too… For a while… And then I met—" She cut herself off and pursed her lips.

"What?" I asked and scooted closer. I never talked to anyone about this stuff and it was nice to finally open up.

"Nothing… Maybe we can talk later… I have to get home. Even though I'm homeschooled, I still have homework to get done…" She said quickly and stood.

"On a Saturday?" I asked.

"Yes," she said shortly.

"Oh… Okay…" I muttered and stood with her.

She walked out of the room and her parents were already in the hallway saying good bye to mine. They left and that's when my mind started to bounce around again and I started to think of why she was so closed off after I asked her about who? Who had she met? Was it this Vanessa girl who killed herself in this house? Or was it someone else? By her reaction… I was thinking the second option.
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Alright, had to get some exposition out of the way. That's going to be the first couple chapters before we start diving more into Elouise's life and how her relationships will be with Tate and Violet. So, I hope you liked this first chapter. I know I'm going all the way back to season 1 but the first is the best and it rings true for me. I love the characters (especially Tate) and the story. Thank you for reading everyone!

xxKellyn