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)

"Why is it so hard for us to… just be together?" Nira asked naively.

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to. Your smarter then that." Tate said back as he gently caressed the soft gentle skin of her back.

She did know the answer, it was her fear of intimacy, their fucked up lives, they were tainted, they both knew it. How could they be light to each other when they were filled with so much darkness. Nira laid there starring up at him, she could feel her eyes turning into dust as she lost my fight to sleep.

When Nira woke up in the morning, she wasn't surprised to see Tate was gone, but it didn't stop the dull aching she felt, longing to be with him. She sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes, the house was rather silent. When she glanced over to the clock she was amazed she had slept in as long as she did. The girls had to be off at school by now, her parents living their own separate existences.

She glanced down to realize she had on no panties, she had slept partially naked with Tate last night. The excitement she felt growing in the pit of her stomach almost brought Nira to her knees. She fought to gain composure as she made her way to the bathroom. Tate stood hidden outside of the door, he was hoping to make it back before Nira woke up, but this was more then a welcoming image to come back to. She tossed her shirt with out a second thought as she walked into the bathroom, heading straight to the shower.

Tate made his way into her room, closing the door behind him, locking them both in. Nira impatiently waited for the tub to fill when the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up, she felt a shiver go up her spine and she knew Tate was in her room. She swallowed hard, looking around helplessly for a towel to have some form of modesty, but she knows she has nothing in here to cover herself up with. Tate appeared in the door way, eyeing her body up and down. She fought back the impulse to cover her body, she stood there still, acting oblivious to his tactics to make her uneasy.

She slowly, deliberately stuck her toe in the hot water filling it's way to the edge of the tub. Nira wanted to do her best to seduce and mess with Tate the way he always tries to get under her skin. Tate made his way over to her, as she submerged her petite figure in the water, cleansing and washing away the filth she felt dripping from her pores. He sat down next to her, facing her, allowing his eyes to move all over her. Examining this beautiful perfection that sat before him. He dipped his fingers into the tub, making circles and patterns, lost in the ripple effect of the water.

"I had a dream last night while I was holding you." Tate's voice was filled with a dark angst, a blood lust longing to be filled. "We were together, you assisted me as we attacked Larry."

Nira's eyes raised meeting his with a quizzical look. "Really, and how did we attack my dear father?"

Her nipples began to harden, and the excitement grew between her legs at the thought of the acts of depravity her and Tate could commit together.

Tate moved his hand to caress her inner thigh as his mind wondered, lost in the dream. "I sneak up on him, overpowering him, allowing you the opportunity to tie the pathetic maggot up so he can't fight back against us."

His hand began to lazily drift closer to her throbbing heat. "I just stand back and watch you, as you stab the knife into the tender flesh of his belly. Slicing the knife down his flesh, pealing it open wider with your slender fingers. There's so much blood we could drown in it, you and me together."

Nira rested her head back, eye's closed, mouth slightly parted as her breathing became more labored. The warm water that encased her body turned into the hot, rich thickness of her fathers blood.

"There is something beautiful about watching the light drain from the eyes of your victim. To be the last person to see the life escape from the helpless shell."

Tate shot her his half smile. "You have no idea how sexy you look as your eyes begin to smile while his body convulses from terror and shock underneath you as you continue to torture him."

He watched as her body began to tremble, she was in the dream with him now. She was no longer the shy, timid girl, lying exposed, in the tub before her demon. She was a willing accomplice, in the basement, kneeling in a puddle of blood.

She could see him standing there, watching her with eyes full of longing and passion. "We are nothing more then dust in the darkness."