Tate Murders House Ahs Novels & Stories

“Think reasonably. Ask your Gamma to pull the security footage.” “Ashley, I need you to look at the security tapes. Who killed Maris?” I say in a calm tone. “It won’t be on security footage. They killed her inside the women’s restroom on the second floor. There are no cameras in the restrooms or the alcoves in that area.” Ashley replies immediately. “No cameras.” I say out loud.

Nicole and Marlon were just rounding the corner into the residential block when Tate came charging down the main stairs. "Tate!" Nicole gasped, her face white. "Do you know where they are?" "Ground floor," Tate said, not breaking his stride as he grabbed her arm to pull her along with him. "Room fourteen. Someone used a stolen card to drag them inside." They hit the ground-floor corridor together, a small army of security guards and pack warriors flanking them as they raced toward the heavy wooden door labeled 14. Tate didn't reach for the handle. He slammed his massive shoulder directly into the wood panel.

Tate said, and I bit back a smile. "Holy shit, you're in his house. You fucking dog!" Tini screamed. "I knew it. I fucking knew it!" she screamed out loud and turned to shake Layla. "Give us a tour, you plotting ass bitch!" Tate screamed, and I laughed. I missed this. I missed them. I stood up and began the tour of the house. As I passed the hallway to Dante's office, I saw Kerion walk out. "Are you done, Kerion?" I asked.

"He is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!" George went pale as a sheet. He dropped to his knees, too terrified to utter another word. I drifted above, perched on the carved wooden beam, watching it all with cold eyes. Of course, my father wouldn't look for me. He wanted me dead—the worse, the better. It had always been this way. I remembered when I was seven. Matthew had just received a new emerald pendant—a tribute from some foreign merchant. It was worth a small fortune. He treasured it like

THE RETURN ~TATE'S POV~ I was angry-cleaning. It is a specific type of cleaning. It involves a lot of bleach, aggressive scrubbing, and pop music played at a volume that probably violates the Geneva Convention. I was at "The Safehouse"—the off-campus apartment Mathias had bought under a shell company name because he didn't trust dorm security. It was sleek, modern, and currently smelled like lemons and rage. I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing a scuff mark on the baseboards. I was wearing one of Mathias's old black t-shirts and nothing else.

He hung up abruptly and I leaned forward. "Do you have that location?" I asked Terry. He nodded and and I stood up to check what was on the computer screen. Images of a house popped up and I pointed at it. "is this the house?" I asked and Matthew nodded. "I suppose so" he muttered. "It has high fencing and it has a state of the art security system." Terry muttered. "This is really hard to break into. There is no penetration into that house unless we go through the front door" he said and a wave of despair washed over me. This was a miracle out of no where and suddenly I wouldn't be able to get Reece in the palm of my hands.

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

I say, stepping forward. I move to click it off then quickly move to scoop up my mate, and attempt to dry her tears. “Caden knew about the couple, and Harlow and Hudson being alive all right,” mom continues. “There is nothing in Otis’ memory about the baby that was in the house,” I say, turning toward my mother. She nods in agreement. “Nor in Caden’s,” she confirms. “Surely the Shadows would have been there immediately after,” Tate asks. We all look at each other as Tate pulls out his cell phone and makes a call.

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

Walking back out Tate was watching me. “I know it’s not like back home-” “It's cozy, I like it,” I tell him, and he takes a deep breath like he thought I wouldn’t like the place. “If you go through the living room there is a study and library, the the bathroom is down the hall next to the stairs and the bedrooms are upstairs,” He says showing me. I nod, making sure to remember what he was telling me. Tate grabs my hand and suitcase before walking me upstairs. I see four doors. He opens one revealing a bathroom with black tiles and stainless-steel fittings. It looked freshly renovated.