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)
The last time Tate saw her was the night she lost her sisters. She had fallen asleep, sobbing into his chest. His heart was broken for her, he would do anything in his power to take away her pain. When morning came he woke to find his arms empty, his mother standing in the door of Nira's room, his old room.
"Make yourself at home, your lovely little psychopath has runaway, leaving you all alone. You really thought that little beast capable of love?" Tate silently stared at his mother, broken and tired.
She was right, how did he expect Nira to love him. He couldn't blame her, he was far from worthy of the affections and love of such an evil succubus. Had she given him the chance though, he would have killed a thousand men with his bare hands to obtain anything and everything she so desired.
"It wouldn't take much pressure under your hands to snap that porcelain neck." The once malevolent voices that urged his darkness were replaced with the soft angelic tone of her voice. "Can you see the light draining from your mother's eyes as she struggles to release herself from your grip?"
Tate starred at his mother with the evil darkness in his eyes she had fought so hard to keep away from her son. He imaged her collapsing to the ground, choking, gasping for her last breath.
"Can you see it Tate? The knowing in her eyes that you're the one about to end her." Her voice purred like a kitten in his subconscious. It reached him more then the old voices ever could.
It had been a month since the tragedy, the smoke had barley settled before Constance took over the house, making it hers once again. Tate could here the chains rattling and the anguished cries of his brother coming from the attic. He sat at the dinning room table with Addie and Larry, Constance out visiting one of her new lovers, Larry blind and oblivious to the truth of her early departure from the house that evening.
Tate was speaking to the voice that sounded like Nira in his head. She's been gone for so long, he could barley feel the residual energy she had left behind. She up and disappeared, leaving him alone to face these treacherous monsters alone, forced to fend for himself.
Larry looked over at Tate as he diligently cut into his steak. "So Tate you seem lost in thought, what's on your mind son?"
Tate flinched at the sound of this man calling him son, he would pay for that one. "I think about one girl in particular, your daughter. I jerk off thinking about her. A lot."
Larry nearly chocked on the half chewed meat in his mouth. "I'm not comfortable with you talking about my daughter, Tate. Or in that particular manner, your sister is sitting right at the table."
Tate glanced over at his sister who was smiling in wicked delight, then back at the man fighting back the urge to squirm under such uncomfortable circumstances. "Don't you wanna know what I do to her? I lay her down on the bed and I caress her soft skin, make her purr like a little kitten. She's a virgin. She gets wet so easily."
Larry was beginning to sweat profusely, he had never much bothered to think of Nira yet alone his little girls who were ripped from the world so cruelly. He reminded himself, his love for Constance gives him strength.
"The one thing I regret everyday now that she's gone is that I didn't slam my cock in her, claiming her and her virginity as mine when I had the chance." Tate had a twinkle in his eye as he saw the man straining so much a vein in his neck began to bulge.
Larry stood immediately, apologizing briefly to Addie before leaving the room.
"I would never give myself willingly to you." The giggle bounced around his head, he clenched his fist ready to punch the unseen entity that was haunting him. "Awe, truth hurt?"