American Horror Story/Murder House Fanfic/

Settling in

The teenager pushed off her duvet and looked around her bedroom.
"Tate?" Georgia called out after she woke up, seeing the spare bed empty.
Instead of the tall boy appearing, it was her mother.
"He had to go apparently something about a friend he had to meet." Her mother smiled and sipped her mug of coffee that she had brought into Georgia's room.
The girl went pale and felt her blood turn to ice in her veins.
"Did he mention who the friend was?" She asked, her voice laced with suspicion.
"Viola or Violet I'm not sure." The older woman didn't bat an eyelid.
Georgia inhaled sharply.
Tate was trying to contact a dead girl? If that wasn't just a bad idea because he was disturbing spirits, but also because it was a ghost that hated him he was disturbing. He was probably going to be in real danger.
Wait, why was Georgia concerned about him? She had known him for less than a day and also it was her house the ghost could haunt.
"Are you okay?" Her mother set down her mug and rushed to feel the temperature of her daughter's forehead because she had just saw her start to hyperventilate.
"I'm fine. Sore head." Georgia lied and rubbed her hand on her bandage to seem more realistic.
The lady nodded, picked up her mug and went downstairs.

Georgia rubbed her head for-real this time because she was in deep thought about how crazy the world seemed since she had moved into this new house.
Ghosts?
It just seemed so weird.
In determination, Georgia jumped out of bed and got dressed. She put on some black, ripped jeans and a random
tshirt from her wardrobe. In a rush, she  ran out of her house through her front door and ran around the neighbouring streets to try and figure out which one was Tate's.
Breathing heavily, Georgia stopped back at her front garden. None of the houses looked like Tate lived there so she had no way to warn him not to speak to the ghost.
"Aren't you the new neighbour?" A mid fifties looking woman smiled tightly from the small house next door.
Georgia removed her hands from hips (an action she did in exhaustion) and waved politely at the woman.
"Yeah, I'm called Georgia."
The woman raised her eyebrows and made her way over to the girl curiously.
"Hello Georgia. I'm Constance." Constance walked right up to Georgia and patted her friendly on the shoulder.
Georgia thought that Constance seemed nice enough and didn't look bad so there seemed to be no harm in chatting to her.
"Hi Constance. You have a lovely house." Georgia said, keen to make the neighbour's acquaintance.
Constance clapped her hands softly and pointed at the teenager.
"And you are a lovely girl! Care to join me for a cup of tea?" Constance asked.
What Georgia didn't know was the this was Tate's mother and she most certainly did not have good intentions to do with Georgia. Constance wanted to scare Georgia away from the house and away from her son most of all, since it was Tate who had caused the last family to all die and be trapped there.
"I'll just get changed and then I'll join you, thanks." Georgia grinned whilst gesturing to her slightly sweaty clothes due to her run around the area.
Happily, Georgia went inside and changed into a skirt and band tshirt.
When she rang the doorbell to Constance's house, the girl felt excited to see what she could learn about the house from this lady.
Warmly, Constance let Georgia in and showed her to the kitchen with a big smile.
"It was very nice of you to invite me here." Georgia thanked and took a seat.
"So, I'm just interested, why did you move next door?" Constance questioned casually and set down a cup of a warm yet unknown beverage for Georgia.
Too busy being well mannered, Georgia simply sipped the drink without looking at the peculiar colour of it that was not like tea at all.
"Oh well my father and my mother split up and my father passed away. My mother wanted a new start and we're used to living in disgusting little box flats so when she saw how big and cheap the house was, she just had to buy it." Georgia explained and carried on sipping the drink.
Constance's smiled turned slightly sly.
"You're a very pretty girl, Georgia."
Georgia rolled her eyes but her she suddenly got a headache for no reason.
"Oh god my head! Oh my goodness sorry Constance it's just that a got a headache, it's gone now though. How weird!" Oblivious to the fact it was the drink hurting her head.
"Oh it's quite alright." Constance waved her hands in passiveness.
"By the way, I'm not a pretty girl. I want to be one, but I'm not." Georgia sighed and frowned.
Constance grew tense when she said that, from remembrance of her late daughter Adie.
"You remind me of my daughter. She passed away not too long ago." Constance put her hands through her hair and stared at the table, deep in thought.
Georgia broke her train of thought by patting her on the shoulder comfortingly.
Constance jumped at the sudden tapping in surprise but smiled quickly when she saw it was just the girl from next door.
"But anyway, any boys you have your eye on?" Constance asked, remembering how she had only invited the girl round to scare her.
"Well I think I've made friends with this guy called Tate but I would say I have my eye on him." Georgia admitted and blushed.
Constance's heart dropped.
"I've heard about him." She lied.
"Oh really? What've you heard?" Georgia moved her seat closer to Constance and rested her chin on her hand.
"I heard he always flirts with the new girls. A pretty girl like you shouldn't mess around with a boy like that." The woman said with an act of distaste that looked real to Georgia.
The young girl's shoulders slumped but she tried to look positive. It was pointless.
"Oh. He helped me when I hurt my head though." Georgia said sadly and sipped her drink more.
"Ouch! Maybe my head hasn't healed? I should probably go to the doctor's." Georgia grimaced, tried to massage her temples, and stood up rather abruptly.
Constance stood up, glad the drink was working but annoyed she couldn't talk to Georgia about the house.
The neighbour was feeling a small amount of guilt, which was a lot considering all of the things she had done, for being strange to Georgia who was such a kind girl.
In some ways, Constance was only trying to do good by warning her falsely  about Tate.
"Okay, dear. I'll see you again soon." Constance let her out of the front door so the girl could jog over to her house and try and help her sore head.
"Thanks for the tea Constance."
"Oh wait, Georgia I had a couple homemade biscuits that might soothe your head- they were my grandmother's recipe." Constance called from walking back to her kitchen and grabbing a nearby tin box of food.
All part of her plan.
Constance greeted Georgia by the door where she had stopped in her tracks after Constance carried on.
The teenager graciously accepted the food and waved a goodbye.

Tate was in the basement of the house, sat on his own on the floor and playing with the hem of his top.
"Come out Violet!" He whispered angrily, he had been doing it for hours trying to stop her ignoring him and to make her appear.
The boy thought he should be okay by now. That he would have moved on or have gotten her back. Nope. Violet was still ignoring him.
"Come OUT!" He punched the floor and sighed immediately afterwards.
Tate thought to himself that he should just go back up to Georgia and distract himself.
It was so weird for Tate to see another girl living in Violet's home but to be fair Violet and her family had been gone a long time.
Violet was always cold but confident and was amused by all things strange or unique, whereas Georgia seemed to be kind but awkward and good company because of how secretly lonely she was.
All Tate saw in Georgia was a pretty girl who was basically the definition on human. Emotional and compassionate and full of energy. Tate was empty and felt like he was actually human when he saw her even though he had only known her since yesterday. The boy was searching for a flaw from this girl to make her feel maybe that she needed him. To make her feel complete or to make her feel pure he hadn't figured out yet but he was aware he had to make himself fit with her mind.
He promised himself that he wouldn't hurt her like he had hurt Violet.

Georgia bit a biscuit wearily to see how it tasted. She liked it so she easily managed to eat the couple biscuits and waited for them to help her head.
After waiting for half an hour she gave up and decided to just go to sleep so it could work properly.
When Georgia woke up and opened her eyes, she screamed in shock and fear.
A random teenage girl was inches away from her face and the stranger's almond eyes were staring at her.
As soon as Georgia made a noise, the random girl pushed her hands over Georgia's mouth.
"Shush. Don't you dare." The girl hissed with a menacing look in her eyes.
Georgia nodded slowly because she had decided to co-operate.
"Listen, Georgia. We don't have long because he's coming but I just need to tell you a couple of things." The stranger whispered and let go of her.
"So I'm Violet. Yes I'm dead. You'll probably never see me again but I just need to warn you about Tate. He is a psychopath. Do NOT let him ruin your eternity like he has ruined mine and do NOT let him harm your mother or yourself." Violet said quickly but precisely.
Georgia was filled with confusion and cowardice but she knew she should speak to the ghost of she only had one chance.
"I can't imagine what you're talking about and I don't understand but I'll try and follow your advice. I hope you have a happy afterlife Violet. I really do." Georgia accidentally let tears fall down her cheek because of the perplexing situation.
Violet stroked Georgia's cheek before standing up from next to Georgia's/Her old bed where Georgia was lying and turned away. When Violet moved she disappeared from the room and Georgia's mind couldn't process it.
So Violet really was a ghost?
That's supposed to be impossible.
Georgia couldn't comprehend that Tate was dangerous but if this poor girl had contacted her from the other side then the least Georgia could do was to take her advice and be wary of the boy.
Georgia ended up drifting off back to sleep but when she woke up again, this time Tate was crouched by her bed at eye-level.
Georgia's breathing hitched thinking it was another ghost by her but then she remembered it was only Tate.
"Hey. You could always come when I'm not unconscious or asleep you know that?" She said jokingly but had a sensation of panic about seeing him.
Tate rolled his eyes with a grin and moved so he could sit himself down on the end of her bed.
"Hi Georgia. You know, we really need to talk..."