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

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|Tate's POV|

After I started to cry, Ali told me, "Oh, Tate.". Then she sat there and held me. Nobody ever did that for me when I was crying; not ever. My Mom usually being drunk off her ass, told me to shut up, her boyfriend either gave me a sad look, or told me just the same. But, Ali, she sat there with me, and held me close, letting my tears stain her jacket, as I inhaled the smell of her favorite perfume, which smelled like exotic flowers. Then again, being around Ali was like a vacation to me.

Once I had stopped crying, I asked, "Should I start; from the beginning?".

She replied, "Yeah, I guess that would make the most sense.". I shook slightly, Ali must've noticed because she told me, "Tate, its okay. I'm not gong anywhere. I mean I already know you have a kid, and I'm still here. You can trust me. Plus I promise you I've done, so much worse.".

I was hesitant when the word trust got brought into the conversation. I never felt that I could trust anyone, when I lived in a world where no one had ever proved themselves to me. I felt she had though, by staying by my side, not screaming at me to get out of her house... When it was my house too. I liked that, I didn't like what Violet did to her, and Michael though, this wasn't her. Not the her I knew, fell in love with. This was a twisted version of her true form, and I hated it. It made me think about finding Dr. Harmon, and talking to him about it. Surely he'd listen to me.

I finally say, "Okay, its okay. Well I guess the first bad thing I did started one night at dinner, I yelled at my Mom's boyfriend because he killed my brother. Then I told her I would never be her perfect son... I guess I lived up to that. Because then I guess I just woke up, and thought that I could do some good, take some good people away from this terrible world, full of shit, and piss... I took two shotguns out from under my bed, cuz I used to live in this house, and your room-was my room-I loaded them, and I went to school. I decided that I was going to kill the people that I liked. So I did, fifteen of them, at Westmont high. And then I came home, and the SWATT showed up, I made a gun using my hand, pointed it to my head, pulled the trigger. Then I chuckled at them, I wanted to die, I didn't want to feel anymore, so I made a grab for my only handgun, that wasn't even loaded, and they shot me, to high hell; just like I wanted.

I died Ali. I'm dead, but, not really I guess, I mean I'm still here. I'm here right now, and I can still feel, as you saw when you first met me. I'm not that dead, not just a ghost, I feel like I'm still alive. I'm just trapped here. Except for on Halloween.", I paused, and she didn't speak, didn't do anything so I continued, "And I did more bad stuff after that, there's one ghost in here that always protected me when I was little, and all she ever wanted was a baby. So, I was going to get her that baby, since that's the only thing I had to do, and she's the only person I cared for, Nora. There was a gay couple, they were supposed to adopt, but, things went wrong, they were fighting, gonna split up. So I panicked, kinda, and got mad, then I killed them, I drowned the one, Chad, almost, until he was unconscious. Then I beat the shit out of the other one, Patrick, and finally killed them both with a handgun.

Then there was Viven, Violet's mother, I raped her so Nora could finally have a baby, and she did. Viven died during child birth. Our son lived, Michael. Constance cares for him now. And I'm so sorry that I did those things. But, I'm not sorry for the last three people I killed because they tried to kill Violet, and her mother. And I saved them, by killing them. And that's it. Every bad thing I've ever done. Please don't hate me like Violet does, please Ali. Say, something.".

I looked at her, pleading with my eyes, tearing up, on the verge on bursting out in tears in front of her right now, when she suddenly announces, "My Turn.". Then she continues, "Okay, well remember how I said the love of my life cheated on me with my no-good, whore of a bestfriend? Well I killed them both. I texted her, and she told me they were over her house, and to please come talk with them. But, I didn't wanna talk. My heart broke in a million pieces when I saw them kissing in the hallway at school. I wanted them dead, so I brought my pocket knife, and bat. The girl, she called me crazy when I took the bat, and broke his leg, I said, slut, as I slit her throat with my blade. And as for him, I beat him to death with the bat, and then, I buried the bodies in the back yard. Never found them, then there was Cole, he beat my cousin to a pulp, and tried to rape me when I slept over my other bestfriend's house, I beat him with his own gun, and then pushed him off of me after he tried to rape me, and shot him with his loaded pistol. Also, I've beaten the shit of out every girl on the cheerleading squad, for calling me an insane freak.".

I slowly say, "So? I guess we both are going to hell eh?". A hint of mischief lies in my voice, as well as my eyes.

She laughs at me, a desperately sad laugh, then says, "Well we're no angels.".

I respond, thoughtfully recalling what Violet's one friend said, "They say the devil can be beautiful, because people forget, he was once an angel. And he used to be God's favorite. He's a fallen angel.".

Ali questions me, amused, "So? You're comparing us to the devil?".

I laugh, and reply, "Yes, I am.". She smiles at me brightly, because just like she said she'd be, she's my light. My only light when we're surrounded by a sea of darkness that's trying to swallow us whole. I say, "You never said anything, after I told you that I'm dead.".

Ali states bluntly, "What's there to say? Aren't we all a little dead? I know I am on the inside. Cuz we're all a little crazy, all a little dead, it's just human nature. And some are more than others. And since you're more dead than everybody else is, and I'm more crazy than they are, we get labeled as bad people. And I don't agree with that exactly, at least not with their definition of it. But, I do think I'm a bad person, it's something I've accepted long ago, just like how you accepted that your dead. So yeah that sucks, but, it doesn't change how I feel about you, or however you feel about me.".

I ask, "How do you feel about me?".

She responds, "I like you, a lot. I think I wanna be with you Tate.". She sounded very unsure of herself, the words she used, like she was scared I'd reject her. I didn't understand why. I found the thought of rejecting someone so perfect that understands me, inside, and out, and thinks that I deserve better than I think I do is impossible. I wish she knew that.

I stared at her perfect features for awhile, I guess I'll have to show her, I think as she says loudly, "Well Tate? Aren't you going to say anythin-". But, my lips cut her off, pressed against hers, preventing the rest of the word from forming on her perfect lips, I think I love her. She kissed back, hard, and by the time I pulled away she was speechless.

I stated, "I feel like I like you a lot too, and I wanna be yours Ali. I want you to be mine.". I bite my lip staring at her perfect features once more.

She kissed me this time, pressing our lips together, leaving me breathless, even for a dead guy. Then she looked into my eyes and says, "I accept your offer, and to say, you said no one could ever love a murderer. I guess you've proved yourself wrong.". I smiled at her, I never felt this way with anyone before, this was nothing like with Violet, this was... better. Suddenly I heard a familiar scream. It was Violet. And I'd know the sound of her scream anywhere, because, its definitely not the first time I've heard it. Probably won't be the last either.

I looked to Ali, she instantly said, "The kids.". I nodded, and we ran up the steps, she went inside her room which I now noticed was very filled with weapons, unlike the last time I saw it. They tempted me to do some very bad things, but, I figured we could have some fun with those, another time, as she grabbed a katana, and handed me a bat.

I asked, "Awe, how did you know I was a fan of killing people with blunt objects?".

Ali shook her head and says, "Just know you like that I guess." with a brilliant smile. Then we ran into her sister's room which was all the way down the hall. I tore the door open only to see quite a hilarious scene, Violet, my ex, was tied to a small desk chair with a pink, and purple, sparkling jump rope, gagged using what looked to be a dirty sock. I couldn't help, but, to put down the bat, and marvel at the scene. I chuckled pacing around her in the chair, she followed the path I walked rather pathetically with her eyes, hoping I'd untie her. When, alike Ali, Michael, and Sara, I'd much rather sit back, watch, and laugh.

I mean how do you even let a five year old boy, and an eight year old little girl tie you to a chair, and gag you with a dirty sock? This has got to be some kinda sick induced nightmare of mine, because, anymore, since this past week of knowing Ali, my nightmares have become reality, and I'm starting to like it that way. I find it rather amusing. So I guess my mother wasn't lying when she said Michael takes after me. I can see it now. Now just to find something to do with Violet while she's tied up before Mr. and Mrs. Jackson come home to make dinner... That still leaves a lot of options in a twisted mind like mine I hope you know, and I think I speak for everyone when I say, It's better that way.