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)

Tate sat up looking at her confused, glimmer of light sparked in his eyes when a turning deep in his stomach made him want to curl up. "Remember what Deyanira?"

Nira bit her lip, eyes dashing about the room avoiding his. Her head became clouded with visions of the past, present and what only she could decipher to be the future. "You could drown in all the blood Tate."

He was lost in the dark glistening orbs that were her eyes. "She's stronger then you give her credit." Tate fought back the impulse to listen to the voice in his head.

Now that his angel was before him the voice was now the demon who haunted his dreams since he was a child.

"She's stronger then you could ever be." Tate let out a snarl from deep in his chest, going unnoticed by Nira who was lost in her own world.

She stood there alone on their beach, hands soaked in blood, body surging with the same intensity and raw energy as that night, it was pulling and tearing at her soul. Urging her to fall over the edge, allow her body to fall helplessly into the black abyss. Things were different this time, she had no guard to block her from fully embracing who she was destined to be. Her sisters, the only light that broke through the barriers to her soul were forever gone to her.

"Look into her eyes Tate." The voice was menacingly, coaxing and spitting it's words into his mind like poisonous venom.

Tate obeyed against his best intent not to. His breath caught in his throat, eyes swelling as tears began to spill down his cheek. Everything Tate had spent years denying to himself, forcing buried deep into his subconscious came gushing out.

He could smell the copper from the blood he had spilled from his victims, taste the sweat and tears of anguish he had bestowed upon the less fortunate. Things he had tossed idly to the side as nothing more then a drug induced hallucination or a sleepless nightmare was reveled to him to be his own calculating actions.

"I nearly provide the power to carry out what has already been planned and destined." Tate began to pull at his hair, desperately hitting his head.

His sob wrecked his body as he helplessly tried to wipe away the tears and snot from his breakdown.

"Why would I do that?" It came out between desperate gasps for air and uncontrollable sobs. "I'm not a monster!"

Tate laid on the bed broken, pulling Nira's weightless form to him, nuzzling his face into her neck. "Bring her back!"

He was rocking them back and forth, stroking his fingers through her hair. "Don't leave me Nira."

"Come to me…" The words barley resonated in his ears, it came out as a soft whimper.

Tate began to leave soft, panicked kisses all over Nira. "How, I want to be with you so bad."

Nira looked around her, Tate's voice echoed over the sound of the waves tumbling and crashing onto the shore. "Tate, where are you? I can't see you."

She was frantic to find him, her body was aching with a need she had never experienced, she felt that her system would crash any second if she didn't get within the proximity of him.

"Come to me…" She walked around the beach aimlessly, calling for Tate who never replied.

"They'll find her in the morning, if they don't kill her they will send her far away from you." That was all it took for Tate to give in fully to the darkness that for years he had denied existed, refused himself to give into.

He closed his eyes tightly as his veins began to burn and pump through him like acid. The pain seared through his being, images crashed through his subconscious, he was finally seeing himself for who he really was for the first time.