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)
By the time Larry got down to the basement to see what all the noise was he was to late, the basement was empty. He could here the girls upstairs crying for Nira, who once again had snuck out. Constance was right, that girl was nothing but trouble. And who was he to allow his daughter to corrupt Constance's son. Now was the time to give his love what she truly desired, the house.
Larry sat in the dinning room, impatiently waiting for his wife to join him. As she approached the disheveled appearance didn't hide the fact that she was in desperate need of rest. "Finally got the girls down, Nira is missing as usual."
"Sit down Lorraine." His voice interrupted her, as a good submissive wife should, she submitted to his command. She sat waiting for him to continue.
"There is really only one way to say this, I've fallen in love with someone else. I didn't mean for it to happen." His fake empathy for her feelings shown through his heart felt confession.
"Do I know her?" The question barley left her lips, she already knew the answer.
"Constance, from next door."
"Well she's very beautiful. I suppose if I were a man I would love her too. Are you going to leave us?"
"Actually, I think that you should take the girls and go back to Ohio and move in with your mother. I will provide for you, always."
She was stunned, what pieces were left in her were now completely shattered. "You're going to move her into my house."
"It was her house before." The anger in his voice ached through out the house. "I can't live without her."
Nira felt the cold burst of liquid drench her skin, the smell of gas entering her nose. She heard the sound of blood turning screaming in her head, skin blistering, melting, popping under the searing heat of the flame filled her ears, she could smell the cooking flesh.
She took on their pain, she felt everything they felt, the fear, confusion the mind shattering pain of being burnt alive. Tate awoke to Nira screaming and shaking in his arms, he didn't know what was happening. . She helplessly watched as her angels were engulfed by the flames of hell.
He tried everything to wake her, pull her from the nightmare she was trapped in. When her eye's shot open, tears began to flow freely from them. It was the first time Tate had ever seen Nira cry, it was the first time Nira ever felt the need to.
She clung to Tate as they stood across the street, the lights of the emergency response vehicles illuminating the dark street, sirens echoing in the crisp, night air. She collapsed to her knees, a primal gut wrenching scream erupting deep from within her as she watched the paramedics carry out two small body bags. She failed them, she promised to protect them. But her own incompetence and weak need for completeness from Tate took her away from her responsibilities.
This was her fault, she should have been their for them. The energy of the house was solemn, it didn't enjoy the pain Nira was experiencing. It wanted her to inflict this, not endure it. Tate watched in awe as the spirits of the house roamed about in mourning, heads down to the loss of the innocence. He knew the girls were still there, in spirit, Nira however wasn't ready in her delicate state to know the truth. Nira began to stand ready to run over and stop them from taking her little girls away from her.
Tate restrained her, using all his might to hold onto the kicking, flailing body. She franticly fought against him to get away, with each passing second he kept her away from them the more she despised and hated him. She wanted to inflict worst pain then those girls had endured, she blamed him in this moment for everything that happened.
Nira couldn't even see anymore, her eyes blinded by the stinging of tears. "Let me fucking go Tate!"
She was kicking and screaming, desperate to escape.
His tight grew tighter, more impatient with her breakdown. "NO!" He hissed out at her. "Not now, not ever."
Constance stood next door, watching as the bodies were taken from the house. Neither her nor Larry had planned for this to happen. She knew the woman was broken, but to start her and her children on fire, alive? The sound of the screaming shattered girl made Constance grin from ear to ear. She knew now it wouldn't be long till she was gone, Tate would be her devoted son and her house would be hers once again.