American Horror Story (Tate and Violet Fanfiction)

Ingrid, Mark and the Man With Blonde Locks

CHAPTER FOUR

Violet's POV

MOIRA volunteered to go down into the basement which I was thankful for. I waited in the hall as 19 ghosts slowly filed in. Thaddeus and Beauregard were playing in the attic. He was probably sulking in some dark corner. Nora and Hayden were watching mum's baby while she got some rest. Otherwise they all showed.

The twins, the nurses, Chad and Patrick, Travis, Charles, Hugo, Larry's family, the reenactors, Elizabeth, Dad, Moira and myself. We all gathered at the foot of the stairs. Dad had sort of taken on the role of being the leader of this house.

I can't say everyone was happy that dad had just made up the role and hadn't even asked anyone else. But secretly I think that they were glad to have someone looking out for them. Dad cleared his throat and took a step up the stairs. His movement was slow and deliberate, to draw attention to himself.

"Okay you all know why you're here, keep yourselves hidden but make your presence known. Moans, slamming doors and heavy footsteps are encouraged" Dad addressed the group. We all had our own rooms and areas of the house to haunt. He took another step up the stairs

"I hear these people are very interested in the house but it is crucial that we don't let them move in. This house is crowded enough" Travis' hand shot up "yes Travis?" Dad looked at him "But like" Travis started "What if they like move in?"

"Then you scare them shitless. Make them beg and scream for their mothers" We all turned around to see Hayden leaning on the wall in the arched doorway near the kitchen. Dad went red with rage. I know being stuck in this drafty house with Hayden for all eternity wasn't his first choice. But he could try to forgive her.

Mum was making an effort. But I guess I can't tell him to forgive when I can't. I couldn't help but sneak a look towards the basement door. I knew he was down there. Listening in on us. It's been 3 months since I last laid eyes on him, but I can still imagine in perfect detail how his blonde curls fell around his face.

My dad's voice pulled me back to the present "they'll be here in half an hour. Until they arrive we will do everything to make this house feel unwelcoming" Dad shooed us away and Travis and I got to work.

"So how've you been?" he asked, trying to make small talk "I'm fine" I snapped back as I walked to the thermostat at the end of the hallway "Vi...." He said in a concerned voice. Since dad had made us 'haunting buddies' we had gotten close. I considered him as a friend and I trusted him. He knew how I felt about discussing feelings so I was surprised when he asked how I was.

"Vi, I know how you feel about talking about him but this is really important" I sighed "what is it then?" I snapped viciously. Travis seemed to think carefully about what he was about to say "Violet he's in real bad shape" of course the guilt trip, I wasn't caving.

I didn't want to see him. Neither did my family. Neither did most of the house "why do you care? It's not your business!" I hissed at him "I know it's not my business, and quite frankly I couldn't care less about him" he paused before continuing. But this time he softened his voice almost to a whisper

"But he is distraught Violet. Ever since you told him goodbye he hasn't gotten up from that corner. He sits there all day. Loathing himself. Maybe if you let him in the house he wouldn't be so depressed" My insides twisted and turned, a part of me wanted to run down to him and hold him and never let go. The other was thrilled at the words. At least he was just as miserable as I am. No way should he be happy after what he did to us.

He should hate himself "he is allowed to go wherever he wants. He doesn't need my permission. It's his house too" I said coldly. Travis knew that was the end of the conversation. By now we had made our way to the thermostat and turned the air-conditioner on as cold as it could go.