The bad boy (american horror story and evan peters fanfic)

chapter 4

-still Tate's POV-

"what do you mean?!" she says

"come with me." I say grabbing her wrist

she follows me, shockingly.

I take her to the garage

"I needed somewhere private to talk." I say

"about what?!" she asks

"okay so yes. I did kill those people." I sigh

"but it said you were killed also....?" she asks confused

"yes, that afternoon the swat team showed up and my house and killed me. which used to be this house." I say

"no way." she laughs

"If you die in this house you don't leave." I sigh

"what the actual fuck?" I ask

"yeah." I say

-Skye's POV-

"prove it" I laugh

to be completely honest, I'm not scared.

it's not like I'm all innocent.

this is
actually cool.

"okay...." he says

"twins!" he yells

then I hear two young boys laugh and a brush of cold air pass me.

"hi." one laughs

they are two young red headed boys with slit throats and holding baseball bats.

one takes a knife and stabs the other one. he just
gets up and laughs

"holy shit." I say still wondering what's happening.

"okay thanks guys." he says
as they run away laughing

"wait so you really.... are dead?" I ask

"yes. please don't be too scared.... I.... I like you." he says

"guess what" I ask

"what?" he wonders

I just grab his hands and lean in and give him a long lingering kiss.

"I like you too." I smile

--

"Why didn't you tell me before." I say walking around my
room

"Hi, I'm dead. Wanna hook up?" he laughs

"totally." I smile
giving him a peck on the lips

"So why didn't this scare you at all...." he asks

"I don't know I just have a thing for this shit, yanno?" I laugh

"that's awesome." he laughs