|Locked With the Damned
Author: Eriza Atlantis PM
Ten years after the Harmon's died and became locked in the house. Tate is finally over Violet, and the last thing he needed was interesting girl Wynter Summers moving into the Murder House. A year ago Wynter became attached to all things supernatural. But when she and her distant family move into the Murder House, will the inhabitance be too much even for her to handle? COMPLETERated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Supernatural - Tate L. - Chapters: 19 - Words: 54,782 - Reviews: 108 - Favs: 55 - Follows: 38 - Updated: 12-13-12 - Published: 10-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8657913
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Locked With the Damned
Chapter Eighteen: It All Ends Here
My mother drove us home from the hospital in silence. There was nothing to talk about. Now that we had left the hospital and weren't in my father's sight, she had gone back to the heartless woman she was before. Can't say that I didn't expect that though.
I looked out the passenger window with anticipation as we reached the house and turned into the driveway. I looked up to my bedroom window and saw my purple shades hanging in front of it. And no Tate. As I walked up the front porch stairs I wondered what he did the two weeks that I was in the hospital. Probably worrying himself to death. Haha. Death. Death was a very fickle person. I think He/She liked me though, since they've been cutting me so much slack here lately.
My mother unlocked the front door in silence and waited for me to talk in first. I did, gladly, and started up the staircase to my bedroom. I passed my sister's door and froze. All the memories of her as a kid, in school, innocent, and then in her final days when we were here. So many bad memories mixed with the good and I felt myself starting to cry. I knew that I would never see her again, at least, for a very long time.
With a shudder and a sudden burst of cold air ruffling my hair, I turned and slowly opened my bedroom door. I was expecting to see Tate somewhere in the room, but he wasn't. I walked in, shutting the door back behind me, and stood in the center of my sanctuary that I missed so much.
I furrowed my eyebrows and looked around. Something was off. I looked everywhere and finally spotted it; there was something painted on a canvas on my easel in the back corner of the room. I walked to see what it was and when I saw the picture, I covered my mouth with my good hand and gasped.
On the canvas was my face, purple and silver roses flowing everywhere. I smiled, the threat of tears stinging my eyes again. I let them fall this time. I stroked the painting. It was absolutely flawless.
"You like it?" A male voice sounded behind me. I turned to see Tate standing in the middle of my room. He looked exhausted and worn. I walked up to him and wrapped my good arm around him. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up off the floor, swinging me around before setting me down lightly.
"I love it." I smiled up at him. He stared down at me, his eyes showing sorrow. "What's wrong?" I asked with a frown.
He shook his head. "Nothing," He bent down and kissed me. "I'm just…so happy that you're okay." He mumbled against my lips and then buried his face in my neck. I sighed and kept my arm around him. His hand moved to my left shoulder, the one that got shot. He lightly traced his fingers over the patched up hole in my chest, directly in the middle of my heart. I gasped. His touch didn't hurt; it just threw me off guard.
And then I remembered that I should be dead. And I thanked whoever was up there watching over me that I wasn't. I was thinking irrationally when I told Arielle that I wanted to go back with her and my sister. After thinking about it, I knew I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave this world. I couldn't leave Tate.
"Thank you, for saving me." I whispered. He looked up at me, about to say something, but my mother called for me. Tate let me go and motioned to the door with a sigh for me to go see what she wanted. I smiled sheepishly at him and nodded. I ran down the stairs, hoping that whatever it was that she wanted she would make it quick. "Yes?" I asked, staying halfway up and halfway down the stairs. She had two suitcases packed and waiting beside her as she stood by the door. I huffed out some frustrated air. I should have known that she wouldn't stay long.
"I've got to go on a business trip. I won't be home for Christmas, but your presents are under the tree." She said, moving some dark hair out of her face. She looked exhausted, too.
My eyes perked up when she said the word presents. I didn't know she got me anything. I didn't even know we had a Christmas tree. She probably got it when I was in the hospital. "Okay…" I said.
"Also…" She trailed off and grabbed her bags, moving closer to the door. "The police…while you were in the hospital… They found Autumn's body." The words echoed around me, sticking to my body, slithering around me like a snake. I wanted to cry, to scream, to throw a fit. If they found her body, then she really was gone. I mean, I knew that I saw her pass on, but now she really was gone.
"What—" I cleared my throat from the sudden huge lump that had formed there. "What happened to her?" I asked, pushing the heel of my hand into my eyes to keep them dry.
"Michael killed her, Wynter." The woman turned her head away from me.
"What?" My eyes grew wide like I didn't know.
She nodded. "They found his hair on her body…it was in the park…they said they had enough evidence to know that it was him who did it. I didn't ask many questions… Constance… Wynter, Constance is going to be gone for a really long time. Otherwise I wouldn't leave you here alone." Maybe she meant that, but I didn't believe it. I couldn't. My mother didn't think of anyone except herself. And I would never believe that she was a selfless person even for a second.
I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there. After a while my mother opened the front door and walked out, shutting it softly behind her. I lingered on the stairs for a few more minutes and then turned and slowly treaded back to my room. Tate was sitting on my bed this time. He got up and walked over to me when I entered and held me again.
"Tate, how did my sister's body get all the way to the park?" I asked in a whisper. I thought that if I spoke louder that I would lose my composure and start bawling my eyes out. And I didn't want to do that.
His chest heaved in a sigh against me and then he said, "Blake…" I jolted my head up and stared at him with wide eyes. He stared back down at me, serious. My mouth grew dry. I felt like I was going to puke.
Only one question popped in my mind. "How?" I asked dryly.
He sighed again and sat on the end of my bed. "He and I…we're friends…I guess that's the word. I called him after…it happened…and he took care of it." He mumbled, running his hands through his hair. He looked up at me and shot me an apologetic look. I looked away, biting my lip. I didn't feel like yelling at him. I didn't feel like knowing exactly how far their relationship went.
I was just grateful.
I slumped my shoulders and sat on my piano bench. "Thank you…" My words caught him off guard. His eyes grew wide and he looked at me in amazement. I was too tired to get mad. I was too tired for any other reaction. In the past month I've learned the truth about so many secrets, I just wasn't surprised anymore. But there was something else I needed to know. "Tate, when I was about to pass you on…before your mother shot me, you were going to tell me something."
"Oh," He looked away from me again, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. This couldn't be good. "I know that you died when you killed Michael—"
"But it was only for a few minutes."
"And then you died when my mo—Constance shot you—"
"But you brought me back to life."
He furrowed his eyebrows at me and rubbed his temple in agitation. I clamped my lips tight to not interrupt him again. "Are you done?" He asked with a faint smile. I glared and nodded. "Okay, now, I know you died. You've died twice and come back to life." I didn't bother to tell him that I was between life and death in the hospital. That would just freak him out even more. "Your spirit, Wynter, your soul, is bound to the house. This house."
I crinkled my forehead. "What are you talking about? I can leave… That doesn't make any sense."
He shook his head. "You can leave, but only for a few hours before you start to feel sick. Didn't you feel sick in the hospital?" I nodded, my eyes growing wide. He nodded and then went on. "After being gone from the house for a certain amount of time you'll start to feel sick, and you'll get sicker until you return to the house."
I sat in silence for a few minutes, processing all that he was telling me. In a way, it made perfect since and in another way I had no idea what was going on. Of course there had to be a loophole somewhere. I mean, life wasn't easy. "Tate, how do you know this?"
He was silent for a few seconds and then said, "…Blake."
"Oh god…" I groaned and held my head. Suddenly the room was spinning and I thought I was going to pass out. Were they bros? Were they best friends? I mean, Blake was…okay I guess. He seemed that he had a lot of baggage, but come on. Really? This is just ridiculous. That boy was really good at hiding things. They both were, and I wondered what else they were keeping from me. I didn't have the heart or the patients to ask, though. This was too much to think about just coming home from the hospital.
"Wynter…" Tate trailed off, bending down in front of me as I continued to sit on the piano bench. He moved some hair out of my face and smiled at me. "It's okay…" He said, pulling me up and folding me into his arms.
We were quiet and the only thing that I could think to say was, "Thank you for saving me…" I whispered, staring up at the blonde boy. His dark eyes, for the first time it seemed, were glistening with happiness instead of sorrow and hate.
"You already told me that." He whispered in my ear, his hot breath trailing down my neck. A shiver went down my spine and I thought that my knees were going to give out from beneath me. But I knew it would be okay, because Tate would catch me. My breathing became short breaths as his hands trailed down to my hips and played with the belt that kept my pants up. He undid it and slipped it off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He smiled at me and I felt my cheeks growing hot as he unbuttoned my white dress shirt (I could only wear button up shirts right now because of my arm).
"But I feel…that I should keep telling you…" I said softly . His finger tips on the soft skin of my stomach make me feel weaker and weaker. I know we've done this before, but his touch still shocked my body. He's never been this gentle, and it made me feel so weak. Once my shirt was completely unbuttoned, he slid it off my shoulder and then gently glided my cripple arm out of the other. When he saw the large bandage over my chest he suppressed a gasp. He bent his head, trailing kisses from my shoulder to my elbow.
"I love you." He said, sitting down on the end of my bed and pulling me on top of him.
A daughter and a sister
Forever loved; may you shine even in death
I must admit, the cheesy words made me cry.
December twentieth, five days before Christmas, and my dead sister is being lowered into the ground where her body will sleep forever.
My mother wasn't here for the funeral. I think she left deliberately so that she wouldn't have to come. How could she do that? Oh yeah, because she's a heartless bitch. My father was here, though. He was crying along with me and the other people that showed up. More people were here than at Michael's funeral, and I mentally laughed in triumph at that.
My father patted me on the back and then walked away to join some distant members of the family in a conversation. I didn't know what they were talking about and I didn't care. I was going to go wait in the car when I saw a little girl in a blue dress run back into the woods. I looked over my shoulder and saw that my father was in a heated conversation which probably wouldn't be ending any time soon, so I ran down the path in the woods.
Brendon was sitting at the trunk of his tree, petting a baby rabbit, and Marylnn was rocking back and forth on a branch only three inches taller than me. "Hi!" She said bubbly. Brendon shot me a shy smile and then went back to his rabbit.
"Hey." I said, sitting down on a large rock a few feet away from the tree.
"What are you doing back here?" The little girl asked.
"Mary, that's rude to ask." Brendon spoke up, shooting his sister a small glare.
"Sorry…" She mumbled, looking away from us.
"No, it's okay." I said, trying to get her out of trouble. She stuck her tongue out at Brendon and he looked away from her. "I-um-today is my sister's funeral." I crossed my arms over my chest and looked up at the sky.
"Oh…" Mary trailed off. The next thing I knew her small arms wrapped around my shoulders. "I'm sorry." She muttered, hugging me tightly. I slowly hugged her back and buried my face in her hair. It smelled like violet and vanilla.
"It's okay… She's in a better place now." Mary pulled away from me and sat down beside her brother, joining in the petting of the small brown rabbit.
"How do you know?" She asked, looking up at me with hope. I felt a tear trickle down my face but I quickly wiped it away.
"Because I just do." I said softly. Mary wasn't paying attention to me anymore, instead she was staring behind me. When I turned around I saw Blake a few feet away from me, his hands deep in his black leather jacket pockets. I stood and wiped my eyes again, hoping that my face wasn't red from my concealed crying. "You've got a problem with crashing funerals, don't you?" I asked pointedly, crossing my arms over my chest. I heard a giggle in the wind and looked back to see that Mary and Brendon were gone. The brown rabbit looked quizzically from me to Blake and then hopped away.
"Yes, it's a bad problem, I'm afraid." He said with a floppy smile.
I skipped the sweat talking and went straight to the point. "I didn't know you and Tate were friends."
He shrugged. "You never asked.
"Thought maybe it was something you should have brought up." The wind whistled around us and dark clouds started to roll in. In the distance thunder could be heard coming closer and closer to where we were. Blake shrugged again. I dropped my arms and sighed. "You don't make this easy." He smirked at me and then I asked, "Blake, how the hell did you move my sister's body without getting spotted by someone?"
He flashed me a toothy grin and then sat on the rock I was previously sitting on. "I'm magic, remember?"
I rolled my eyes. "Haha you're so funny." I sat down on the soft grass and pulled my knees to my chest. "You knew Michael killed my sister and you still scolded me about it, why?"
He looked away, rubbing his face as if thinking of the right thing to say. After a while he said, "I just didn't want you to get hurt."
"Too late for that." I held up my left arm slightly before I had to bring it back down due to the stinging pain. He laughed nervously and turned away from me again. There was something dark and alluring about him. I knew he was keeping things from me, and if it had anything to do with me, I didn't know. I honestly didn't want to know, either. Whatever he had gotten himself in to, I was sure that he could get himself out again and keep me away from it in the process. "Something bugs me." I mumbled, criss-crossing my legs. I could feel the slight mist of rain begin to sprinkle over me but I didn't care.
"What?" He asked, looking back at me.
"Constance and Michael's auras…they were grey. Why?"
"Because they were evil people." He said flatly.
My face fell. "Are you serious?"
He nodded. "Yeah, why, what else did you expect?"
I shrugged, despite the pain from my shoulder. "I don't know! Something cooler than that!" I exclaimed. Blake chuckled and then got up from the rock and tilted his head at me. "What?" I felt my cheeks grow hot. I didn't like it when people looked at me like they were trying to read what I was thinking. I held my head down and hoped that he would stop.
"…Nothing. I have to go now. Just, watch over yourself, Wynter. You have no idea the dangers of this world." When I looked back up he was gone. Just like that, like he wasn't even here to being with. The wind started to pick up and suddenly the rain started to pour over me. And I just sat there, wondering. Thinking about everything that's happened since Arielle's death, since we've moved here, since my parents split, since my sister died. Everything seemed like it belonged in some type of horror movie. It just didn't seem real.
I sat in the rain and looked up at the dark sky. I was sure that my father would be looking for me right now, but I wanted to stay here for a little bit longer. It was nice here, peaceful. And I dreaded that when I got back up and left that I would be thrown into a world where I never knew what was going to happen next. Where anything could happen. Where there were rarely any happy endings to look forward to.
There were some things in this world that I would never understand, but I came to realize that I was okay with that. I guess that's the thrill of life. We have to make our own happy endings and we have to learn until we get it right. No matter how many obstacles stand in our way to prevent what we really want. You have to work through it. There will always be happiness. You just have to look hard enough.
A/N: I kinda didn't want to post this chapter because I didn't want it to end…
I never anticipated that I would finish this story. But I'm glad I had to motivation for it. :) Also…you probably still have some questions about Blake and how he knows what he knows and the mystery that surrounds him, and ultimately, the story.
So guess what?
I'm not gonna leave you hanging.
You know what that means?
THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL.
Yep. A sequel to this story. Originally, Wynter was going to die and be trapped in the house with Tate, and they were going to be the only ones left. Then I started thinking…and I came up with some ideas and BAM I thought of a sequel that will surely keep all you interested and on your toes.
I don't know how soon I'm going to be starting the sequel; I want to update my Walking Dead fanfic and start on a Degrassi one (I just have to choose which one I want to start…). But have no fear, the sequel will be posted within the month of December, probably towards the beginning.
Also, I'm going to be working on another American Horror Story fanfic, different from this one. This one won't be a Tate X OC fanfic, instead it'll be a Michael X OC fanfic. Haha. Trust me, I won't depict Michael as the creeper (maybe only slightly) that he was in this one. That one should be posted in the month of December as well with the sequel to Locked With the Damned, so if you feel like sticking around, please do!
Some of my Degrassi fanfics will be crossovers with Silent Hill and other horror movies, and there will be some stand alone Silent Hill fanfics and stand alone Degrassi fanfics. If you want to know more about them than just look at my profile. :)
I'll go ahead and give you the rundown of the sequel to this story:
Reapers of Hell
Wynter and Tate thought that their hardships were over. Everything seemed to be working out fine, but of course that's when life decides to mess with you. Wynter and Tate's world is turned upside down with an unexpected guest shows up at the Murder House one day, bloody and barring a secret that involves all of them. Will Wynter be able to handle being thrown in crazy town again? Or will it be too much this time?
And there you have it. Just a little more, Blake will be in this one. A lot. All secrets will be revealed and Wynter loses her cool more than once. XD Alright, stick around for the sequel and the other stories that I'll be posting and updating. Thank you guys so much for sticking through this story with me. :) You're all amazing!