To The End || Michael Langdon [AHS]

- Are you good.
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While the Lawrence and Hart children scourged the manor for candles and lighters, the spirits of the house gathered at the basement. All of whom, were chatting amongst themselves about the chance of being summoned.

"Whatever happens, we cannot talk to those children up there. Do you all understand?" Vivien ordered, her sharp tone cutting through the air. Her green eyes slightly narrowing when they landed on Hayden, knowing well that the young woman would mostly likely be the one to make contact with the living, just to spite her.

The second Mae suggested to contact them by the use of an ouija, panic arose in the strawberry blonde. From the moment Vivien laid eyes on the young teen, she felt anxious.

She had seen many teenagers through the years, all different. Some came from popular cliques, while others seemed to belong to the theatre geeks and stoners.

From loners to class presidents, Vivien seen it all, and none of them made her feel the way Mae did.

"Why not?" Hayden questioned, sending the older woman a wicked smirk. "I don't know about you losers, but I'm bored. Im here for eternity and these children are interesting. Not to mention ginger-snap and dark-and-dreamy are fucking hot."

"Hussy." Hayden heard someone say under their breath, causing her to glare at the red-headed maid that stood by Violet's side.

"Who are you calling a hussy, you cloudy-eyed bitch?"

Moira held her head up high, as she distastefully ran her eyes over Hayden. She chose not to answer the fellow redhead since she viewed the home-wrecker as beneath her, even in death.

"Ladies. Ladies." Chad drawled out, his expression remained neutral but his dark eyes shined with excitement at the spiteful words being thrown around.

"Guys, seriously. What are we going to do?" Violet interrupted, her question somewhat diffused the rising verbal brawl.

Vivien turned to her daughter to answer. "Like I said before, we do nothing. When they see that we're not answering, they'll leave us alone."

"I doubt it." Tate added, making his way towards the group. All it took was the sound of the boy's voice for all the spirits, beside Hayden, to glare at the 17-year-old.

Chad narrowed his eyes at the teen responsible for his eternal misery, "Who said you were apart of this conversation, twink. We'll call you if we need them dead, or pregnant with the devils spawn."

Before Tate could get a reply in, Moira cleared her throat. Her grey and blue eyes pitifully turned to Vivien, knowing how the mother felt about one of her children being the actual spawn of Satan. "We should worry about the Lawrence children." Moira softly noted. "You all saw what the boy and his mother did. What they said. A witch and a warlock, and they know about us."