Tate's P.O.V

My hands trembled, the knowledge of her existence made my jaw clench at the torturing pain in my chest. But i knew they were watching, like hungry wolves spying on sick prey, waiting, stalking, feeding on the pain and energy that radiated off my body. And by 'they' i meant the other spirits of the house, most had turned to the darkness of the house to seek revenge, revenge for their unfortunate ending. I was easy prey, they would use my weak mind fort their own benefit, using me, it's not like i could runaway, you know? They would tell me lies about..about 'her'. The fragile name echoed in my head, it was such a beautiful name, but couldn't compare to the beauty she stored within herself. And that's what they would use against me, her innocence.

My lips quivered, my hands cold without the heat of hers, and i gave in to my deep emotions from my loss, sadness, and love, a single tear streamed down my cheek. I'd lost the battle with my emotions, my hands shook as they were lifted to my face and wiped away the tear. I stared into the blackness of the basement, my mind completely lost in the emptiness.

My sadness turned to anger. I shouldn't of tried to help Nora! Every time i try to help it makes everybody angry at me. My thoughts darted from one subject to another. Constance started this! If she wasn't my mother...I...would be different.I could try and blame her all i wanted, but i knew it wasn't just her. It was just always there, some cold and empty feeling, and then she saved me, Violet. And then i tried to help, to be a good person, i tried to save her and i tried to protect her from the cold truth that grew inside her mothers womb, but she found out. And she hates me.

I wiped away another tear.

"Quit blubbering! There are other spirits trapped here, they don't won't to listen to an eternity of this B.S! Oh, boohoo, we all got crushed by the ones we love." I heard a female voice growl from behind me. "There are other girls here that don't want to be lonely anymore. They would love you WAY more than that retard that shunned you."

I gridded my teeth, keeping myself calm, Violet wouldn't want me to lash out on a spirit. She wouldn't want me to rip out every limb of her body, stab her and laugh at the pool of blood. I grinned at the thoughts, and the blood. Besides it couldn't kill her anyways, she's already dead. So why should it matter? BECAUSE VIOLET WOULDN'T WANT THAT! She won't take you back anyways...THAT'S NOT THE POINT.

I normally argued with myself.

"Listen, Hayden," I began, pulling myself off the concrete ground. "It doesn't matter if these girls loved me a billion times more than Violet does, because i would still love Violet a billion times more than them."

"I don't think they would mind." She smiled a failed attempt of mirroring innocence.

"That's not the point, Hayden." I growled turning around to face the woman.

"Oh, really? Then tell me, what is the point?!" She snapped, her hands were balled in fists by her side. "The point is you are too sorry for yourself to try and see her again, you are such a loser, Tate. No wonder she left you."

"I don't wanna hear this from you!" My face was bright red, my eyes watery and my emotions were growing.

She laughed, taking pleasure from my anger.

"Then who do you want to hear it from? Violet? She has already left you, and told you to go away. I think she made it pretty clear that you two were over" She cackled.

"You are so dead!" I barked, as she began to walk away.

"Congratulations, genius, you finally are right about something." She chuckled devilishly as she sashayed up the stairs.

She wasn't herself anymore, none of us were. Only shells of who we used to be, or some were still being drained of what was left.

"AT LEAST I DON'T FORCE HER TO LOVE, LIKE SOMEONE I UNFORTUNATELY KNOW!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

And she stopped midway up the stairs. She turned and glared down at me, "Listen here!" She she snapped, taking a step back down the stairs and pointing her finger at me. "I'm willing to help you be with her!"

I chuckled, shaking my head violently, my hair swayed with the motion. "You just don't get it, do you?" I giggled and then like a click of a switch my dark eyes dimmed of emotion and my mouth parted enough for me to lick my lips. "I don't want your help. Because you are darker than me, darker because you put yourself before everyone else, you wanted to make people suffer, i just put them out of their misery, for the most part anyways."

"You know you want her!" She fought back.

"I do, but i want her to be happy, and if i make her the slightest bit uncomfortable, then i shouldn't be with her. Because that's what love is, being able to give up your wants, for the others needs." My voice shook, but was still firm. "And if you try to make her uncomfortable, I will make sure that your eternity in here will be a living Hell!"

"Oh, we'll see about that." She replied with a smirk and with that she disappeared.

I hate that witch. If i could just kill her and get her to stay buried in the ground, that would be lovely.

Narrators P.O.V

The frustrating energy left behind from Hayden's presence left a volcano of anger in Tate's stomach. The eruption was quaking and shook his mental state. He released the energy out on the basement wall. His fist didn't become sore, he had became immune to all pain-or at least physical pain, or maybe he was just not bothered by it anymore. Pain was really not an issue anymore, while his mind was the most battered. Bruises and scars left by the memory of living in the house and the fresh cuts of his new loss of Violet.

In utter sadness and grief he pushed his back against the wall and slid down until his knees were at his chest. He then began to sob. He let his body hit the concrete ground and it was like a smack from reality.

...Violet...

"What was that?" Violet asked, utterly started by the loud bang.

Her hair was straight and normal as was everything else, except for one thing, her loneliness, it had returned like the freezing winter came and went, only it wasn't leaving. She was lonely as ever, her sweet smile had been replaced with a stone-face. She missed being able to laugh without having to fake that she was happy. Se longed to be with 'him' again. But it wasn't really up to her to forgive and take back. He had hurt so many.

But he's so sweet... She would think to herself. And gentle, so gentle.

No! Not gentle, he murdered so many people! She argued with her heart.

He was just lonely, he only wanted a friend.

No! He was born with the desire to kill, it wasn't formed.

But he' still cute...

"A creature of the darkness. One that goes bang n the night, my dear." Moira replied, her older voice making her sound wise.

"It was Tate, wasn't it?" She asked, but she really didn't need to hear the answer to know.

"I'm afraid so. He really misses you. I can tell. You were his only love, his only angel in the darkness." She continued, taking a deep breath. "He seeks forgiveness, but does not know how to get it."

"I know." Her answer simple and short.

...Tate...

He woke up to the overwhelming sense of emptiness. Now that was weird, he used to dream about having his own space, where people wouldn't dare to invade, but now, it became a nightmare. At one point in his life he liked the darkness that grew in the corners of the house, now, it was trapping, like he was slowly being dragged into the darkened corners, becoming the shadows of the walls. He liked that feeling at first, it made him feel powerful, but at the moment, the feeling weakened him. It started when he first saw...her, she showed him the light, the beauty of living even when she didn't. But the other shadows of the house kept clawing at him from the corners, She made him fight back, she made him WANT to fight back. And now, the other spirits were claiming him once again. The spirits couldn't comprehend true love anymore, their only memories of it were expired and stale. Tate craved the fresh blooming love that Violet and him shared. She made him feel alive, she made him feel emotion that didn't leave him homicidal (Like his mother did.)

He looked up from the cold ground and into the emptiness of the basement, only there was a difference in it, he sensed her presence. And a small spark of hope made his dark brown eyes twinkle. "I know you're there." He shouted, his voice sounding unusually strong compared to how he felt. He took a calming breath, "If you never let me see you again," He began, "I'd be okay, because i would give up my own sight for you and i would rather remember your amazing grin than having to see you in pain at the sight of me. Because in those weeks we spent together, i knew you loved me and...and I love you and if not seeing me makes you smile like you used to than i can smile too. Because even i don't want to look at myself." He chuckled sadly, as an ocean of tears flowed down the sides of his face.

He put his knees back onto his chest and began to rock back and forth, becoming more emotionally unstable as he did so. And then, he paused. He felt a pressure of warm on his shoulder. A soft touch of a hand, he raised his head, expecting for it to be his imagination, but he met eyes with her. She was prettier than he remembered, which shocked him because he thought she was pretty damn cute in his memories.

"Violet?" He had to ask to double check.

"Yeah. It's...It's me." Her eyes were watery and she was smiling.

They just stared at each other for awhile taking it all in. Almost as if they hadn't seen each other in one-hundred years.

Tate smiled back, "You know, they say if you can stare at someone for a long period of time without feeling uncomfortasble, that you are either inlove or you want to murder the person."

"How romantic, Tate." She giggled.

His eyes began to fill with sadness, "I really need to speak with your parents." He whispered.

TO BE CONTINUED...(If i get enough reviews)

A/N: So that was my very first fanfiction on American horror story (Season 1) and i really hope you didn't get bored with the long paragraphs and i really want to write the next chapter so please leave a review, and i really need to go to bed so I'll be checking in the morning and HAPPY NEW YEAR and feel free to leave me a PM as well. By guys thanks for reading!