Title: We Were Born To Die

Raiting: M

Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.

A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)

As she stepped out of the car and approached the towering Victorian home her family was about to move in, a sadistic smirk crept across her lips. The closer she approached the more she felt the crackling of energy course through her very being, calling awake a darkness that had laid dormant. The sound of her mother calling for her didn't even break her from the connection that continued to lure her to go into the house. Each step she took up the brick pathway the more she felt the energy radiating from her body, as she took grab of the door handle it felt as liquid fire was injected into her veins.

The pain crashed through her body, crippling her to her knees, unable to let go of the door handle, images of ultra-violence shot through her mind like a slideshow of terror, engrossing her into a blood lust that took over her entire core. Before she could fully loose herself to the darkness she felt a little hand touch her shoulder. She snapped back to reality, darkness turned to light, blood red to a tranquil green of the vegetation surrounding her. The subtle copper smell of fresh blood was replaced with the fresh crisp of air. She looked over at the soft innocent smile and couldn't help but return the favor.

"You looked mean." The soft little voice almost broke her heart. "You scared me Nira."

Nira stood up picking the little girl up in her arms. "I'm sorry Angie." Gently cooing and rocking the girl in her arms, placing gentle kisses on her forehead. "You know I would never hurt you."

It wasn't long till a pare of arms were wrapped around her leg pulling on her short black skirt and kicking at her black boots. "I want up to!"

Nira swung Angie over onto her left hip as she bent down to allow Margaret to wrap her arms around her neck, pulling her up and placing her on her right hip. Both girls laughing and smiling as they hugged Nira around the neck. She felt calm, the darkness inside her going dormant once again. With two angels at her side she could fight away any demon.

She looked over in discomfort as she watched the dissociate look in her mothers eyes as she approached the girls with her father.

"It's a blessing your father got us such an amazing house to live in." The tone was blank as the glassy expression never left her eyes.

"Deyanira would you escort your mother and sisters to their new rooms." Larry's concentration was lost upon his family as he noticed a blonde vision of beauty stride over to the "happy" family.

Nira looked the woman up and down with a distaste, every inch of the woman dripped of a darkness. If this woman ever had a light inside her it was gone long ago. "Greetings, I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." The southern accent purred out thicker then you would except of a long-term resident of California, her eyes piercing deep into Larry's as she spoke, as if he were the only one standing there.

Lorraine took the girls from the growing tight grip of Nira and led them inside never glancing back at her now glowing husband. Nira stood shell shocked at the predicament her parents continuously put her into. She stood there helpless as she watched what once was a strong, beautiful woman walk away broken and submissive. Her father gushing and flirting like a love struck teenager.

"That is a gorgeous accent if you don't mind me saying." Nira cringed at the sound of her fathers best attempt at trying to woo the woman with compliments.

"Proud Virginian, the old dominion, born and bred, thank you for noticing..." She cooed as she moved closer to Larry, seductively fixing her hair and batting her eyes.

The gut wrenching, spine shivering darkness Nira fought so hard to keep at bay in her subconscious began to creep out of every crevice deep with in her. Her usually brilliant hazel eyes that had a hint of sparkling green were now clouded over and close to turning black. She watched herself leap on top of the woman, straddling her chest she reaches out digging her fingers deep into the blonde locks, slamming her head into the brick pathway.

A blood churning, maniacal laugh escapes Nira's lips as she continues to bash in the adulterous whore's skull. She revels in the feel of the blood and mashed up skull matter covering her fingers. She begins to feel like a child, transfixed on the new sensation and feeling. She begins to pick though the broken skull picking pieces of the brain, softly caressing the cheek of the woman, as she starred deep in her eyes. She watched as the light left her eyes leaving nothing but a dead empty shell.

"Sweetie, Daddy's going to go next door with Constance." Glancing over with sin in his eyes he looked up and down Constance's figure. "She's going to give me some directions….of the city."

Nira snapped backed to reality, she stared down at her fingers, still tingling with the sensation and feeling of what was once covered with the brain of the scared woman who was staring confused at her .

Larry was the only one oblivious to his daughter. Constance however saw the black abyss that formed in her eyes. It sent a chill up her spine and fought back the urge to shudder. She had seen that look before, she did not want to ever see it again.