Tate and Violet FAN FIC

Finally

I looked at the old rug on the ground. It was a dark purple and was old. My mom had gotten it for me when I had turned seven. She thought it matched my personality at the time. Purple was a really happy color if you could see it. It also could be a very deep color if you were only attracted to the darkness. Like I was. All I wanted to see was the bad things about life and never the posotive things. But it is to late and the rug was just a dumb metaphor for my old thoughts of my life. When I had realized Tate was the darkness, I realized I was attracted to it. I still am and it is true love. I need to have him laying with me at night and to have him caressing my hair behind my ears. I know I sound helpless but, I just was truly in love with him and still am. I am glad I shut him out. If I hadn't I would never had found the courage to forgive him. But now I am glad I have forgave him. "Tate? Please come out I want you to be here," I whispered. "Violet?" I heard him whisper. I turned to see him grinning. "I want you to be with me. I love you..." I said aloud. He grinned making me feel a small moment of happieness. "Violet I love you to..." he whispered into my ear," I smiled and he placed his soft lips on to mine. I had missed that. I kissed back with force and passion. He grabbed my waist pulling me tighter to his abdomen. He leaned his head down to my neck and started dropping light kisses. I let a light moan escape my mouth. I then felt his mouth making a grin. He then looked up so I could see his smile topped with his impeccable dimples. I reached for his face and lightly caressed his blonde hair behind his ear. "Tate I want you..." I whispered lightly. His mouth formed a grin before planting his lips on to mine. I kissed back and our mouthes danced with passion, pleasure, and want. He grabbed me and sat me on my old bed. He had still not left my mouth. I gently started to tug at his blonde messed up hair. I could feel him start to take off my shirt. I stuck my arms up to help him. "Violet are you sure?" he asked looking into my eyes. I nodded my head and he ripped off my shirt and threw it on to the old knotty carpet. I tugged at his shirt and he soon yanked it off and threw it on the ground. He soon started to kiss and suck my neck. I felt a few moans escape my mouth. I then started to feel Tate tugging off my leggings. I wiggled my legs and grabbed him closer towards me. His hands were roaming down my waist to my hips. I gently grabbed onto his zipper and unzipped it. I then tugged his jeans off and soon we were both laying on my bed in our underwear making out. I felt his hands travel all over my body. He placed his hand above my lower stomach and started to trace his fingers down to my panties. He grabbed each side and gently tugged them off. I felt a light grin appear on my face. He looked up smirking. I tugged at his boxers and soon we had both shed our clothes. He looked into my eyes with lust and passion. "Violet I love you," he commented. "Tate I love you to..." I said as he smiled happily. I soon felt him inside of me........

Three Hours Later

I stared at him with a glossy look. I was in love with him. But he was a Psychopath. He was the darkness and I was his light. None of that came to me when we were together before. I was to distracted by the house. The house had taken my soul and hope for reality. I was now living in eternal darkness with the darkness. "Violet?" he quietly asked. I looked closer at his eyes. "Violet Halloween is coming up.... I want to go to our graves..." he finally admitted. I looked at the wall then back at him. "Our graves? Why what is the point... We know what our body's look like," I sarcastically remarked. "Well I have never been," he said quietly. "Really? Never? Tate you have been dead for over a decade and never went to your grave?" I questioned. "Pretty much... When you die all you really think about is your mind not about some hollow body you used to live in. So do you want to go?" he asked one last time. "Ok," I said aloud.