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)
Nira wondered the streets aimlessly, she had no where to go, no place to be. No matter what drug she scored she never could shake the thought of her angels passing and the passion that burned inside of her for Tate. The thought of him made her stomach sink, she was guilt ridden at the knowledge that she abandoned him, not even offering to take him with, spare him the torture of continuing the fake façade. Her arms were covered with razor blade cuts and puncture soars.
Heroin was her new drug of choice. She remembered the first time she allowed her dealer to inject her veins with the poison, within less then sixty seconds she felt an intense rush of pleasure and euphoria throughout her entire body followed by several hours wrapped in a warm blanket with no pain, no worries, and no inhibitions. She becomes a slave to the drug, each injection feels like every inch of her mind and body are being massaged by the love of her life.
She begins to cry as she wonders the street, the high starting to crash. She didn't know how long she had walked, or how she got there. Each day she found herself returning here in her drug filled state. She looked up to see Tate watching her from upstairs in the window. Both looked at each other as if the other were an illusion that wasn't really there. She needed to come back to him, but now wasn't the time.
Constance sat in front of the fire, phone off the hook. Larry approached her with much concern, he knew there would be a heavy outcome to the phone call that shook their existence.
He knelt down before her. "What, what did they say?"
Constance's eyes were red from the tears she fought so hard to hold back. "They're going to charge me with criminal child neglect, there going to take him away, place him in an institution, my boy, my Beauregard."
She fell silent for a second, pondering the fate she had in store. "Now you know how he is, how he suffers so when he is not with me, now if you have any feelings for me at all…"
Larry quickly intervened. "You know I love you, I would do anything for you."
She looked deep into his eyes, her southern accent pulling him into her web of deceit. "Then do it, like we discussed."
Larry stood up, leaving the room with out so much as a last word. Constance sat in quite acceptance of what was to be done. There was no going back, it was the only way to protect her and her family.
Tate was the first to discover Beauregard's lifeless body, still chained to the wall, he laid there still, body already stiffening from Rigor mortis. Tate began to scream, pulling his hair, hitting at his head, he dropped to his knees pulling his brothers into his arm, whispers apologies and begging for forgiveness. Next thing Tate remembered was Larry and Constance pulling him away from Beau, his body contorting, fighting the murderers of his brother. It was a quick blow to the head, and Tate was down to the ground.
"Way to go now there are two messes to clean up." Constance hisses as she knelt down to check her unconscious son.
Larry dropped the pipe, moving over to Beau to rid of the evidence of the chains. "He'll be fine, he's just taking a little nap. We don't need unexpected early visitors now do we darling."
Nira watched as they rolled the body out of the house, it was to similar to the events that transpired no more then a month ago to her. A dreaded fear crashed through her, what if it was Tate? She couldn't even process the thought of him being gone. She stayed hidden in the shadows till late in the evening. The chaotic circus that had formed outside started to slowly fizzle out, soon they were all gone. The silence offered relief to her heavy nerves. She felt him, the house, the building emotions that continued to grow the longer she stayed departed.
She inched her way to the house, slow like an injured animal about to approach it's captor. The door to the basement was unlocked, just as she had expected. The familiar comfort from the dank, cold basement injected into her, coursing through her veins, giving her a high unlike any drug she had ever done.
She was so lost in the sensation she hadn't noticed the dark figure standing by idly, watching her, stalking her like his prey. The rage boiled deep with in him, his pulse raced, heart slammed against his chest, the adrenaline and concussion fueling his fire. He pounced, no hesitation, clear motive and intentions shown in his eyes.
Nira nearly screamed when she saw the demonic look on Tate's face as he advanced at her. She was up against the wall, hand tight around her throat, hand violating her, manhandling her body with untamed desires. She choked out a moan, overcome by the sensation of him. It was more then she could handle, it had been so long since she was with him, near him.