I'll Be Your Light (Tate Langdon Murder house AHS)

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|Ali's POV|

I spent the day with Tate, wondering around the house. It was pretty nice, I think I like him... I'm not quite sure in what way I like him, I just know I do. But, besides, the best things aren't labeled. It's been a week since we moved in now. And it's not all that bad in California, minus all the people, I'm really not a fan of them. Never was a people person though, so it doesn't matter. My new school everyone seems to think I'm pretty bad ass I guess, got enough rumors going around about me.

I've heard everything from the usual dumb shit from that prick of a popular girl, cheerleader, "You're such a whore.", to an amazed nerd, "Did you really break the head cheerleader's jaw bone at your old school.", and even some asshole librarian that told me, "You seem a lot like him you know, the kid that shot me? I'd bet you'd do it to if you ever get the chance...".

So I've been labeled as the school bad ass, which you already know means a lot of people: A. Fear me, and B. Hate my guts. For example this really smart guy in my math class was scared shitless to sit next to me. And the head cheerleader swears she isn't and hates my guts, but, I already know she's scared of me. I find it really amusing how I make her quake in her white Nike cheer shoes.

Which either way I've always found it pretty amusing what people think of me. Except for these few kids... They say they hate me, I don't doubt that, and I don't care. But, they also say, that this school is theirs, they run it, and I need to go. Basically my options are: A. Fight them all, possibly get my ass beat by them cause I'm outnumbered, or B. make sure they don't bother me anymore. So I'm obviously working towards option B if you couldn't already tell as I walked in the door for it to finally be the weekend again. I holler, "Hey, I'm home!". I get no response, and I realize that my parents are probably out doing stuff with my sister Sara accompanying them. But, the house is quiet, way too quiet.

You know, the kind of eerie silence that sends chills down your spine? Yeah that, the kind that'll make you all kinds of paranoid, and freak the hell out wondering if your alone or not. Of course I just calmly climb up the stairs case and take my katana sword that my grandpa got me for my birthday last year when he was in Japan for work, since he felt bad for missing my birthday. Not just bought one though, he had it made for me, the way they used to be made for the samurai warriors, and by my 16th birthday (one year later, to the day) it had arrived, and I was the happiest girl alive. Cause I do enjoy some classic weapons, my room is filled with them for Christ's sake. Then I calmly walked around the house seeing no one until I walked into the kitchen, then I almost stabbed a woman looking at some old silverware.

She screamed of course, frightened, and I asked, "Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?".

She responds, "God, child. You frightened me, now can you put that sword down. Your parents should've warned me that you had things like that lying around at your disposal! And Hello, I'm Constance by the way, your neighbor.".

I said, "Sorry about the sword, it's just I heard something, and didn't expect anyone to be home until later. So I figured just encase... And I'm Ali.".

She says, "Ah, yes. You are how old now child? Seventeen I assume. Your parents requested me to wait for you, and I figured I'd ask you how you felt about getting some extra cash for an easy job. What do you say?".

I replied, "Yeah, I'm seventeen. And I guess that depends on what I'd be doing.".

Constance smiles, and says, "Good, your smart. That's great to see. I was hoping you would be. And you'd just be baby sitting my little Michael after he gets home from preschool. You can come meet him if you like.".

I say, "You know, why not? Let's go meet the little guy.". She seemed thrilled that I've basically accepted her offer. I guess she needs some time to herself, which is reasonable. And I'm up for baby sitting for a couple of hours. Since its a little boy and all, I've always been better with boys. Girls just never seem to like me much... never knew why. Never cared why then again either. As we walked out the back door I saw Tate out back, making his way to the back door, probably to come hang out. Which is great, I've missed his company, cause its the only thing I've got besides my family, considering everyone at school is either scared of me, or hates me.

I holler, "Hey Tate!". This causes Constance to stop her tracks and turn to face me instantly. I guess she must know Tate... Fuck. Hope this doesn't screw up my job offer.

He asks, sharing a look with Constance, "Why are you talking to her?".

I respond, "Babysitting job. I was gonna go see the little guy, maybe she'll let you come too if you ask nicely.".

He laughs, "I don't think you'd mind, right mom?". I was really shocked... Mom??? Wow I guess that explains, I wonder if it's his kid or something, cause no way it's hers. No offense but, I think Constance is a little too old to be having any kids.

She nods, then says, "Yeah, come on Tate.", then looks to me and says, "Nice to see you're friends with my son.". I nod, and from this point on, I just shut up, and follow her to the house. Once we get in the house we walked up the stairs, and down the hall to the left, until we were at the last door, also on the left. I assume that's Michael's room. She opens the door, and walks in, I follow, suddenly getting a strange feeling I stop. Until Tate takes a hold of my hand, and pulls me into the room. I look at the little boy, he's absolutely perfect, with his messy blond hair, and his brown eyes that hold a hint of mischief. I fell in love with him, and I realized, He looks just like Tate.

I ask, slowly, "Um, not to bring up an awkward situation but, he looks a lot like Tate... Is he Tate's kid?".

Constance studies me, and then eventually, after looking in her son's eyes says, "Yes. The mother died, and he didn't know a thing about children. So I ended up adopting little Michael as one of my own.".

I nod, and say, "I was wondering, they look so much alike... He's just perfect though I must say, I'd love to baby sit him. Just tell me what days. And I was wondering, would it be okay if I brought him to my house? Cause sometimes I have to watch my sister too... I figured since we're neighbors it might be okay...".

She laughs, and tells me, "Dear, don't sound so nervous! Of course I was just going to suggest that, if it would make things easier for you. And which one?".

I laughed, then studied Tate's facial features, then little Michael's... I responded, "They both look so much alike, so I'd have to say both.".

I smirk at Tate, and he wraps his arm around me, then whispers in my ear, "Thanks. I think you're cuter though.".

I smile, and nod, then Constance asks, "How would weekends work for you? Friday Saturday, and Sunday evenings? It'd be from 3:00 to 11:00. And I'll give you $5.00 an hour.". I can sense hopeful tone to her voice.

I state, "Sounds great, should I start today? And I hope you don't mind I think I'll have to take Tate with me.".

She laughs, "That would be great Ali, Dear. And you can keep him over as long as you'd like, just have fun, and keep an eye on Michael.".

' I nod, feel my phone vibrate and check it to see a text from Mom: Come Home, and watch your sister until dinner please. So I say, "Alright, if you want to gather up some of his things, and bring him over because I have to go watch my sister, don't want her to get nervous.".

Constance replies, "Alright, you go on now. I'll have Tate bring him over.".

I nod and say, "Alright, see you then.". As I leave I can hear them bickering. What stands out most to me I'd have to say is when his mother asked, "Is she going to end up like the last one?", to which Tate replied, "What the last babysitter? Cuz you know she's dead, Michael killed her!".

She said, "I know Tate, I know. That's why I want you over there. And I want to know if she's going to end up like Violet.".

Tate responded, "No mom, she's different than Violet. She cared about me before she even knew my name. She's different Mom, and I like her a lot... Please don't screw this up for me.".

And I heard Constance say, "I won't.", as I walked out her side door, and towards my house.