The Sister {violate}

C6:The Party Begins

A/N : My budd Anthony Murphy gets kudos for helping me revive my creativity for this chapter. Helping me with literally the whole thing. So shout out to him!

I sat down anxiously tapping my foot watching Taylor and Vi welcome the guests, I just knew something horrible would happen. I could feel it in my bones. I stood and headed towards the attic.

" Tate!" Vi grabbed my hand as I moved onto the first step. "Where are you going? It's your birthday too."

"Parties aren't really my thing Violet." I jerked my hand out of hers. I didn't mean to be so angry and I'm pretty sure I hurt her feelings. I just desperately didn't want to fuck this up. The house, it isn't really happy with me. I don't think it's been mentioned before, but the house itself is a lost soul... it takes grip of certain ones, and it's hard to get it to let go. I'm getting there.

I sat with Beau in the attic for about ten minutes before going downstairs. The party was already in full swing, shitty pop music, dancing. The house was big enough that the 50+ people didn't have it jam packed.

"Tate! There you are." Taylor ran towards me. "Happy birthday big- I mean- little brother." She glanced to make sure no one was giving her weird looks. After all, she did look about 15 years older then me.

"Thanks." I looked around and found an open seat by drinks and poured myself a rum and coke.

I watched people file in and out refilling there plastic cups and chatting. Violet had sat with me a few times, but mostly she hung out with Taylor.

A really loud knock came to the door, and I saw Violet look at Taylor and she shrugged. The two guest entered, and made eye contact with me. For some odd reason, my stomach churned and I sped to the back porch.

Violets POV:

Taylor said there would only be about 50 guests and all the names were checked. The couple that walked in seemed kinda eerie so I went with Taylor to greet them.

"Hello, I'm Garth, and this is my wife, Annabelle." He said in a thick russian accent. The man, Garth stood tall, with one silvery grey eye, and one, ocean blue and tidy slicked back black hair. The woman Annabelle was tall herself, with a cunning sharp jawline, and wide silver eyes. Identical to the man's left eye. "We were passing by and couldn't help the party is in full swing, do you mind if we join?"

For some reason, I felt so drawn into them. I guess Taylor did too. Because we both welcomed them with smiles. Complete total strangers.

Tates POV:

After I called of I wandered back inside to see if the creepy couple were friends of Taylor's and to tell her something wasn't right about them.

I searched through the kitchen, study, living room, I would look in the basement but that wasn't possible. I walked up the stairs all the way to the attic, which was empty aside from Beau. Violet and my room was empty along with our bathroom.

I heard a thump coming from down below in Taylor's , and my stomach churned. I ran to the attic and grabbed the axe I had stashed under the tiny twin matress.

I felt time dragging by as my feet hit the steps. I could feel that something wasn't right, that it had to do with that odd couple. Before I even knew it, I almost ran face first into the bedroom door. I stormed in to see something that even,terrified me.

Taylor lay on the floor with the woman heaping over her. Fingers across her throat. My Violet on the bed, with a knife slicing into her skin. Anger welled up inside me, anger that was all to familiar. I swung the axe into the woman's side. She let out a ghastly loud deafening screetch as she hit the ground next to Taylor. I smashed the back side of the axe into her skull, blood splattering on the floor around me. Before the man even had the chance to attack me, I turned on him hitting him directly in the throat.

This time, the blood sprayed, it didn't quite smell like blood or look like it for that matter. It stained black on Taylor's bedspread.

Once I was sure they were dead, I knelt next to Taylor and sat her up, she was still struggling, but she was okay. She lifted a weak finger to Violet. So I went to her, I knew she'd be okay, her wound should heal in about five minutes. I looked at her and my heart flew into my throat. She was still bleeding, unconscious, and pale. I felt a breeze in the room and turned to see the bodies charting and turning to dust.

"MOIRA!" I screamed ripping my shirt off and covering the slices on Violets chest. The maid appeared next to me. After she took in the surroundings a look of shock came across her face. "Help me goddamnit." Tears began to stream down my face. Son of a bitch. This is all my fault....

"I'll tend to Violets wounds, go get Taylor some warm water and evacuate the guests." She said, her voice shaky.

I did as I was told and ushered the guests out, and returned with a warm glass of water. The bed and room were clean already and both girls lie on the bed. Violets wounds were wrapped by gauze, and Taylor sat next to her, her face till glowing red.

"Lay back darling," Moira told my sister. She poured the warm water in her mouth slowly. Making sure she wouldn't choke. "You girls need some rest. I'm going to go clean up the rest of the mess and I will check in on you both."

"Should I stay here with them?" I said, fighting back more tears.

"Come speak with me for a minute" Moira use red me in to the hall way. "What happened in there?!"

"Some guests showed up. I felt weird when they came in. I should've stayed with them...." I started sobbing. "This is all my fault."

"No Tate, it's not." She tipped my chin up with there thumb. "These girls are lucky to have you"

She went downstairs, and I returned to the two girls. My Violet lied next to Taylor, who had extensive bruising across her throat. Fuck, my poor Violet. I went into the restroom and damped a wash cloth.

I sat down next to her and cleaned as much blood as I could from her hair. "I am so sorry Violet." I whispered quietly.