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)
They sat there silent at the dinner table, food getting cold. Dinner had been ready for well over an hour but Lorraine would not let the girls eat until their father came home. It had been over a week since they moved in and each day their father came home from work later and later. Nira knew the truth, it was obvious he was next door.
He didn't even try to conceal or hide his car, he knew his loyal wife would never question him. Nira looked over at her little sisters who were fidgeting from sitting so long and not being able to eat. She pushed herself away from the table, standing up quickly. Her eyes were starting to darken, her mothers protests lost to the haze that clouded over Nira as she strides through the dinning room to the hall leading to the door to outside.
She hadn't meant to kick down Constance's door but she couldn't be bothered with trivial things like knocking or seeing if the door was unlocked in the first place. She knew where to go, she walked through the house as if she had lived there her whole life, she could hear the frantic scurrying of her father and the cocksucker trying to investigate what the loud sound was no doubt. The fact that they hadn't emerged from there sinful, sexually depraved loved den implied Nira had interrupted.
The bile turned in her stomach and fought its way to leave her, she swallowed back, standing there waiting for them to hurry and dress. It was then when she felt the eyes burning into the back of her head. As the eyes moved down her body she could feel them leaving a trail of a burning, tingling sensation. She couldn't be distracted at a time like this, she was on a mission and would not be satisfied until completed.
As the door opened the light slowly filled the hall like flames, it crept over the psychotic look in her eyes and the smile only the devil would wear as her father stepped from the room, his whore behind him. "Deyanira what are you doing here?"
Larry looked at his daughter confused and shocked that she knew his secret. Constance stood frozen in fear as she looked at the girl standing before them. Nira stepped forward a bit, Constance instinctively took a step back. Nira smiled a bit, the whore's reaction to cower back like a beat dog made her rejoice inside.
"Your WIFE will not allow your daughters to eat until you come home for dinner. You can come back and fuck your trash after."
Larry was about to protest when Constance placed her hand on his arm, silencing him. "Darling, priorities come first. I'll be here for you always. Go now."
Constance never took her eyes off Nira, expecting to be pounced by the beast at any second. Like an obedient servant Larry made his way home, Nira following behind looked back at the boy who stood in the doorway with a smirk of amusement from the entertainment she had brought upon him this evening. He knew his mother was going to drink now but it was well worth to see the fear this mysterious creature put into his mother.
Nira stood outside the house, cigarette in her lips she looked through her pockets for her lighter. The adrenaline from the power that surged through her body, driving her to come over here was beginning to take more control over her then she had intended. The frustration formed on her brow as she gave up in self defeat of not having something as dearly need as fire. She would have jumped if she was easily startled when the sound of the Zippo entered her ears, the hypnotic dance of the flame appearing before her eyes.
She moved close, lighting her smoke, inhaling deep feeling her body relax from the built up tension. He moved back and leaned against the pillar looking at her as if she was something to be conquered and he was the only one who could. "So you're the son of the whore who continues to fuck my father with my family no more then a few feet away." The words pierced him like jagged glass, tearing deep into his flesh, stabbing him in his tormented heart.
She blew smoke in his face and began to walk away, he quickly snaked his hand out grabbing her arm with enough force to leave bruises, whipping her back to face him. She looked bored and not the least bit intrigued by his actions, as if she had seen him do it before it happened. But inside her stomach was fluttering with butterflies, her heart pounding, heat burning between her legs.
" Can you imagine? Living with a cock sucker?" It hissed out from his clenched jaw.
He slammed her body against the pillar, pushing his body flush against hers. Her body was screaming at the feel of him against her, but she continued to look at him with a blank, expressionless stare. Pulling a drag from her smoke here and there to help keep the tension he was causing in her not to overtake and let her loose control to the arousal he was causing.
They stood there, faces mere inches apart, eyes burning into each other. It was a fight for dominance and neither wanted to loose. "My name is Tate." he moved in closer, lips so close she could feel them scrape against hers the more his breath began to get labored. "You already know my name." it slipped her lips in a labored breath, it came off weaker then she had intended giving him the upper hand, for now.
"Nira it's getting late. You have school in the morning." The sound broke the silence of the night, breaking the spell the two teenagers were under. Nira tossed the cigarette and moved her way out of Tate's tight embrace. She began to head home when she stopped and turned around. "I will be home tomorrow, the door to the basement will be unlocked." With that she turned around and headed to the house, it was late and she needed to kiss her angels goodnight. She will have to play with her new toy later.