A/N: I am back! & Sadly, this will be the final chapter, its extremely saddening for me to end this story, it's been with me for so long & has been my therapeutic getaway, I love this story & I am so happy that you all have hung around to read & support me, thank you for your kind words! They keep me going. Please enjoy! Leave a review! Another note in the end!

After the heartbreaking news and no sign of Tate's whereabouts, Violet drifted to sleep from all of the crying and grief, there wasn't much she could do stuck to an ancient hospital bed in the basement of a psychotic doctor's office. Vivian sat by her side, dozing off here and there. Consoling her distressed daughter.

/

Tate had downed the rest of the potion that allowed him freedom, not caring about the bitter taste burning at his throat, he managed to slip passed the eyes of the house and not get caught, he was determined to wring that witch's neck dry.

It was dark and cold as he escaped the boundaries of the house, contemplating whether or not he should wake his mother, he was sure he'd look suspicious this late at night and he had no time for the cops to stop him.

As the young soul hurriedly made his way down the sidewalk, almost close enough to his mother's home, a dark figure appeared behind him, quickly wrapping his arms around Tate's chest and with a blink of an eye the two were pulled back into the house, this time it was a room Tate did not recognize, it was deeper than the basement, it was old, decaying, smelling of rotted meat.

Tate turned around, scared and confused at what just happened, his eyes widened as he was met with Violet's estranged father, Ben.

"How did you do that?"

Tate questioned, taking a step back as Ben inched forward, his blue eyes were dark and unnerving as he glared at the teen, who pursed his lips and clenched his fists; narrowing his eyes.

"I have many powers. That's just one of them."

The voice that came out of the middle aged man was not his own, but a voice that had haunted the young boy his whole life. Tate's jaw dropped slightly when he heard it, backing away defensively.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I want those babies. You're not going to stop me from getting them."

Tate felt a chill run down his spine as Ben chuckled, this entity had completely corrupted him, Tate stood his ground, there was no way in hell this thing was getting anywhere near Violet.

"Not happening."

"Oh? What makes you think they're yours? I was in you when she conceived, I'm the reason you can give children. You're not special, it was me. All along."

Ben circled Tate as he spoke, the voice echoed throughout the room like wind causing Tate to shut his eyes tightly and shake his head with anger.

"No. You're wrong, I don't care what you think you are, you're never getting anywhere near them." Tate turned to the cocky man, who smirked and raised a thick brow.

"I was a fool to think you'd be the one to be the father of any of my children."

Tate was taken aback by this and spoke slowly, the hair on his skin standing as the entity answered.

"Who…are you? What does that mean?"

"I have many names, but I'm sure you'd recognize me as the Devil. I was once dwelling within you. The voices, the visions, murders. All of it was me."

/

"Alright Michael, be good for Amanda okay? Mommy will be home soon."

Constance slipped some sleeping syrup in Michael's glass of milk, grabbing a silver spoon to mix in the illegal concoction swirling slowly, watching the clear liquid dissipate, this was the only way his babysitters would be safe, if he was in a deep sleep, she knew this was morally wrong and she'd be in jail for it; but thankfully she had a babysitter to blame if something ever happened. She always had a trick up her sleeve.

She was tired of hiding dead bodies.

Constance turned to the young boy at the dining table vigorously coloring a photo from a coloring book next to the bored babysitter who made smacking sounds with the gum in her mouth, zoning in on her phone.

"Okay mom!" He grinned as he gulped the glass of milk, making a loud thud as he slammed it down next to his messy pile of crayons, Constance snatched the tacky crocodile print purse from the table, pulling out a small compact and checking her makeup, running her index finger over her white teeth, smiling at the reflection in the mirror, her red lips lined perfectly.

"So, it'll be a hundred for tonight?" Amanda glanced up quickly, a brow raised.

"Yes, and a pack of cigs if I don't make it till morning. I haven't had a date in years." Constance smiled, snapping the compact closed and stashed it in her purse, checking the time and walking to the front door, kicking away the slew of toys in her path.

"Alright, I like camels." Amanda followed the mother to the door, opening the door for her, a sly smirk on her young face.

"I'll see what I can do, and Amanda?" Constance stopped at the threshold, turning to the girl.

"Hm?"

"When he goes to sleep, do not go into his room. Lock the door, he likes to sleep walk and he can get aggressive."

"Sure, I guess. Have fun Ms. Langdon."

"Thank you."

Constance closed the door gently and quickly made her way to the car, her heels clicking against the cement path, she turned to the direction of murder house, her heart sulking as she got a very strange feeling…

Just then, she got a phone call, she whipped out her phone her tweezed brows furrowing as she read Billie's caller ID. She didn't hesitate to answer.

"Constance, it's the babies-"

"I'm coming over." Constance cut the woman off and as fast as she could got into the old car and started it up, hardly looking back as she backed out of the driveway and onto the street, her fingers squeezing the deteriorating steering wheel as she slammed the gas pedal.

/

Tate was thrown against the wall, Ben closed in on him, wrapping his strong hands around Tate's throat, who began to gag and gasp for air, scratching at the hands glued to his neck, Tate's vision began to go out before mustering the strength to kick Ben in the groin, kneeing him perfectly, Ben let out a screech and fell back releasing Tate who caught his composure and immediately retaliated, throwing himself onto the man, punching him so hard that he drew blood from Ben's mouth. The sound of the punch made a sickening sound.

Ben rolled them over, again reaching for Tate's throat, but failed when Tate jabbed his thumbs in the man's eyes, enough to make him scream again in pain and fall back to the ground hard, cursing and grabbing at his face, rolling back and forth in agony.

Tate reached over, grabbing Ben's face sternly, shaking the man.

"Ben, I know you're in there, don't let him do this."

"Ben's not…here…" the voice grew dimmer as Tate called on the lost soul, Tate ignored the weak words and continued. "Ben, we need you, Violet needs you. You have to come back, you can fight it. I know you can-"

Ben lunged forward again, taking ahold of Tate's head and banging it against the cement flooring, Tate groaned as a loud ringing noise sounded in his head, Ben tightened his grip on the shaggy blonde's head, repeatedly slamming it against the floor, Tate let out shrieks of pain, knowing he was about to die; slowing he began to think of Violet and his precious babies, that he knew if this thing won, that it would harm them, he couldn't let that happen, he made a promise and he wasn't going to back down.

With little strength left, Tate punched Ben in the chest, he let out a gasp and collapsed next to the teen boy who was covered in his own blood, he slowly sat up, wincing as the pain stung all over his body, Tate turned to the weak man who gasped for air.

"Ben…please, you can't let him win.."

Tate whispered, his own vision giving way.

Ben let out a final breath, Tate sighed halfway in relief and in sadness for the soul that was lost. Or so he assumed.

"Tate…" Ben groaned, that familiar dark voice was gone.

"…Ben? Is that you?" Tate struggled to stand, he looked down at the man on the ground, who sat up slowly.

"Tate, you saved me."

/

"I'm going to kill that bitch! How dare she try and murder my grand babies!"

"Constance, you're going to kill us!"

Billie screamed as she held onto her seat, Constance was wasting no time in getting her way to LeAnn's house, her heart was racing against her chest, her brown eyes were on fire as made a hard right down the street to her house, she pulled in behind a car, her mouth agape as the house looked abandoned, it was quite clear she had an idea that they'd find out about her devilish plan sooner or later.

"So the bitch fled?" Constance huffed, narrowing her smoky eyes, eyeing Billie who nodded as she got into the car again.

"It looks like it."

"Billie, how did you find out she was doing this?"

"Your mother visited me again, she's been watching over Tate more frequently. She came to me. I have a feeling LeeAnn won't get off too easy.."

Billie murmured as she looked out the window at the abandoned yellow home.

"If I ever see that made up whore, I will kill her."

Constance snapped, starting up the car.

"I have a feeling she won't be coming back." Billie glanced out the window, as Constance decided she needed to check on Violet and Tate; her old heart was racing as she sped down the quiet streets.

/

LeAnn drove fast on the highway, she had disposed of most of her belongings, only bringing what she needed, that was her spell books, potions, clothes, essentials, she had to leave her cat behind, not that she cared about that, she was only in this for herself.

LeAnn had made a deal with the devil, that she'd give him the babies' if he gave her immortality. She had been searching for his host for years, she was giddy with joy when Billie asked her to help with a strange pregnancy. She knew it was time.

As she sped down the dark highway, her beams on high and her radio on max, a Dolly Parton song playing; she was at ease, until a familiar man, in white appeared in her rear view.

"Oh my god!"

She yelled, slamming her breaks, thankfully for her she was the only one on the highway this late.

"What are you doing here? I did what you asked."

LeAnn turned to the handsome man with dark eyes, he chuckled and muttered deeply.

"You're wrong."

"Excuse me? I just killed those demon babies so that you can give me my part of the deal!"

LeAnn exclaimed, glaring at him.

"That's where you're wrong. You see, those babies will be born and sadly, they will not be mine."

LeAnn pouted, confused. "Well, what's going to happen now? If I have to I'll march into that hellhole and kill them myself." She turned to the man, her eyes narrowing as he thought out her bargain. In which didn't appeal to him.

"I'm sorry, it's too late. You're coming with me."

Before LeAnn could process his words, a blinding white light skewed her vision as large semi appeared behind her, it had lost control of it's breaks and crashed into the rear of her car, which skid to the side of the highway, rolling off and into the landscape. Killing her instantly.

/

Violet awoke to a searing pain in her abdomen, she screamed in pain grabbing at the railings of the rickety hospital bed, the pain gradually increased by the second, she threw her head back as she yelled for help. She began to cry when she saw the pool of blood growing between her legs.

Vivian, who had only left for some water raced to her daughter, following her painful shrieks. She was met with Dr. Montgomery at her side, coaxing her.

"What happened!" Vivian watched as the doctor nervously turn to her, gasping when she saw the blood.

"They're coming, now."

"No, not without Tate! No-" Violet screamed, as he said this, tears streaming down her puffy cheeks.

"Violet, these babies are coming now." He said sternly, grabbing his face mask and gloves, trying his best to ignore the young girls cry.

"It's okay Vi, mom's here." Vivian wiped away a tear from Violet's warm face, she nodded as she rested her head against the soft cushion, her eyes tightening as the pain grew unbearable.

"Is there something you can give her?" Vivian asks, her face twisting in sorrow as she watched her daughter drown in pain. She glared at the doctor, giving him a look any mother would in a situation like this.

"It's too late for any medication, they're coming now."

He lifted Violet's dress as he began the process.

Violet let out one last scream, loud enough that every soul in the house stirred.

"Violet!"

Ben and Tate said in unison, both using their ghostly powers, they reappeared in the living room, just then Constance and Billie barged in, stopping in their tracks when they saw the ghostly figures.

"Mom?"

"Tate, where's Violet?"

Constance ignored the stares, hurrying to Tate's side grabbing his arm. He shook his head, his hair was messy and caked with blood, she noticed this.

"What happened?"

Another scream echoed from the basement, all four of them ran to the direction of the frail cry.

Tate opened the door to Dr. Montgomery's office, his heart pounding a mile a minute, everything around him was slow moving as he inched closer to the life altering event.

He watched as the skilled doctor slowly pulled a crying baby from under Violet's bloody dress, the baby itself was red and damp with blood, it's mouth stretched as it cried to the heavens, it was a boy, he had brown curls that were matted to it's head.

"Tate! Thank god you're here!"

Tate was pulled back from his trance as Vivian pulled him to Violet's side who was sickly pale and weak, she gave a short smile when she saw him.

"You're here.."

She mumbled before screaming once again her stoic face twisting in agony, Tate immediately grabbed her hand, pulling it to his mouth, she was cold, she looked as if she were on the brink of death. He smiled at her weakly, watching the doctor do his work, Tate turned to her again, she was breathing slowly, he leaned in and whispered to her; he knew she was losing blood and that it was killing her.

"Violet…stay in there. I love you."

"One more push!"

Violet cried out as she felt the pain of the baby releasing from her, she squeezed Tate's hand, not caring that she was on the edge of breaking it.

"It's a girl!"

/

Several months later, on Christmas Day, the family had just gotten back into a bit of normalcy, Ben was still on watch for the most part. But the biggest joy of the house were the two babies that were now five months old. The five months had gone by so fast, the twins brought back life into the dead home.

Mallory and Asher, names that surprisingly Billie came up with, claimed that Tate's grandmother picked them, nonetheless they were perfect names for the imperfect babies.

Violet sat on the floor in the living room, holding Mallory in her lap as Tate helped Asher on his tummy, he bobbed his head as he grinned widely at Violet and his sister, Violet grinned back.

They were identical twins, taking most of Tate's looks, they only had Violet's full lips and honey hair, speaking of that, they each had full heads of hair. Which was quite fun to wash.

Mallory was a tame baby, one who hardly cried or fussed, while Asher was always crying and begging for his mother he was jealous whenever Violet was with Mallory or Tate, it was quite adorable.

The small girl in her lap threw her arms up in laughter when Violet poked her pudgy tummy, the tiny babe wore a red and black Christmas dress, Asher wore an identical one, a pantsuit replacing the dress.

The room was lit with Christmas lights and a glorious Christmas tree, Vivian sat in the living room watching the new parents enjoy their babies' company, holding her own infant son. While Moira insisted on cooking the ham this year, Ben was sipping on his fourth cup of eggnog, watching his grandchildren peacefully from the kitchen, his heart heavy with love.

When the time came for dinner, the family gathered around in the kitchen, everyone's attention was on the new babies, who sat in high chairs, enjoying the attention.

"They're going to be so spoiled." Violet muttered as she took a sip of the sweet wine, how she missed it, Tate pulled her braid to the side of her shoulder, kissing the top of her head and pulling her to his chest.

"They're so perfect, I can't believe we created them."

He said, watching his daughter be picked by Constance, who looked like a sore thumb in the room, as she was the only one alive. Chad picked up Asher and showed him off to everyone as if he were his own.

"Dinner is ready!" Moira announced, placing the glazed ham onto the table in the dining area, watching in joy as everyone took a seat, once again the house was full of love and joy, happiness and purity, Violet had a feeling this would last. She held Asher, who was crying, stopping when he laid his head against his mother's chest.

Tate held Mallory who reached for the food at the table, Tate held her hands down and was silent when everyone went down to pray, including him, praying for how blessed he was to have a family of his own and to be free from the pain he had endured for so long.

After dinner, everyone retreated to the kitchen to talk or swoon over the babies, when Tate and Violet were alone, Tate did something he never thought he'd get the chance to do.

"Vi.."

He pulled her to the fireplace, that was lit with flames, he grabbed her left hand, squeezing it gently, his dark eyes set on hers, he felt so nervous and uneasy, he swallowed the dryness in his throat and smirked slightly as he spoke.

"I love you and I love Mallory and Asher."

Violet stared at him questioningly, a brow furrowed, she smiled nonetheless at his awkwardness, he pulled something small out of his jean pocket and placed his hand over the one holding her left. He sucked in a breath as he spoke. Biting his bottom lip before he spoke.

"And I know we have forever, but I want to start again, I want to start forever as your husband, Will you marry me?"

Violet's mouth shot open, her eyes widened as Tate slipped a small diamond ring onto her left finger, she gasped and stared up at him again, noticing his nervous stare, she smiled widely and nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, yes, I'll marry you!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him into a loving kiss, all around them, the souls clapped, including Constance who began to cry in joy.

That night, as Violet put Asher to bed, next to Mallory in the basinet next to her bed, Tate pulled off his sweater and got into bed next to his tired fiancé. His eyes followed her slender form, that had snapped back once she had the babies, she was back to wearing her strange clothing once again.

But she quit smoking, she claimed since she had the babies, smoking was the last thing she wanted to do.

Violet watched the slumbering twins, Tate pulled himself close to her, pushing aside her hair so he could kiss her ear.

"I love you, Violet."

He whispered and smiled when without a thought she returned his words, turning so she was facing him.

"We did it." She spoke softly, twirling the ring on her left hand, glancing up at Tate, who looked so cute with his messy hair splayed over his handsome features.

"We did and I wouldn't change any of it for the world."

"Neither would I.."

She laid her head against his bare chest, gazing into the softly lit room, her mind slipping from her as she fell into a deep sleep.

Violet had found joy and everlasting love and a family to call her own, she finds herself not wishing she was alive any longer, if she was; she wouldn't be here, laying next to the man she loves the most and the two babies she fought for, she wouldn't have it any other way.

A/n: thank you to the lovely reviewer for the name "Mallory" it fit perfectly, anyway, there we go, we got a happy ending! I just can't thank you all enough, every favorite, review, follow, view, thank you so much, it is incredible! I am still so sad to see this end, but it has to happen! Luckily, I am thinking of doing a sequel to this fanfic. But, I'd like to know if anyone else wants one! So please leave a note if you want one! I'd be glad too! I have many more AHS fanfics that I want to do as well. Thank you all again. Xx