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)
"Why the fuck did you come back?" His words cut at her deeper then any razor blade.
She tried to reply but he tightened his hold around her neck more. He brought his lips to hers with a crushing force, she could already feel her lips swelling from the kiss. She couldn't breath, she was gasping for air between hot, labored kisses, and the restriction his hand was causing around her throat. As she felt herself begin to loose consciousness he retreated his grip around her neck, instead bringing his hands to more important tasks like stripping her of her clothes.
She tried to fight back, it was useless, the rags she wore were easy enough to dispose of. A yank here, a rip there, left her standing there, exposed, vulnerable to him wearing nothing more then panties. He looked over her delicate frame, she had lost weight, weight she couldn't afford to loose. His vision began to blur with rage when he saw the condition of her arms. She had bruises all over her, new and healed cuts, and open sores from multiple injections.
He looked her deep in the eyes, his expression demanding a reason for this self mutilation, an answer she couldn't give. He pulled her to him, kissing her more franticly then before, as if each touch of their lips would be the last, his hands made way over her body, cupping her breast in his hand, teasing her hard nipple, moving a hand to inch it's way between her drenched legs. She knew he was going to finish what they started long ago, he was going to take her.
"Tell me you want me." He shouted out the harsh command, expecting immediate submission from her.
She looked at him with a fiery defiance burning in her eyes. "You'll have to Rape me."
He had his hand in her hair pulling her over to the rocking chair, bending her over it, the loud crackling of his hand hitting her ass made her jump, the sound loud, echoing through out the basement.
He bent over her breathing in her ear. "I'm not fucking playing around with you. Your mine, it's not your choice."
Nira didn't respond, she stood there limp. All this did was infuriate Tate more, he needed her to fight. He reached down, slowly unzipping his pants, he knew this would get her going. But nothing, she stayed there, bent over, lifeless, waiting to take whatever he gave her. He pulled away from her, standing there he watched her collapse to the ground, tears pouring down her face.
"I'm so numb Tate."
Tate understood how she felt, everything in this world he was numb too, everything but her. She was the only thing that invoked feeling in side his rotting core.
"How long do I have with you this time before you runaway?"
Nira looked up at him, the demonic look was replaced with one of hurt and anguish. "Tate…"
"Beauregard is dead. They killed him…" Tate dropped to his knees, he began to punch the concrete, imagining each blow was to the skull of the adulterous murderous who ended his innocent brothers life.
Nira crawled over to him, wrapping her naked form around him, resting the top of her head in the crook of his neck.
His arms instinctively wrapped around her, her energy intoxicating him. "If your going to leave, just stab me in the chest now and be down with me."
Her instincts were screaming for her to run from him, but the darkness inside her won't allow her to move, to fight him, all she can do is helplessly fall deeper and deeper with him.
She took his hand in hers, kissing the broken skin of his knuckles. "I don't think I could survive with out you. I barley made it back to you alive this time."
The physical state she was in proved with out a shadow of a doubt she was closer to death's door then anyone. The mental anguish she continued to put herself under has all but destroyed the person she was, leaving an empty shell.
She laughed out at the irony of what she was becoming, "I am my mother's daughter." she thought to herself. She was disgusted, by her appearance, by her emotional state. Reality sank in, why were they destroying themselves?
She stood up, reaching her hand out to Tate. He looked up at her, the fiery look in her eye made him smile, it's been a long time since he saw that ember burning deep in her eyes. His hell kitten had returned, and she had the fiery vengeance of a million scorned.
She looked deep in his eyes, the fire that raged in her dark hazel eyes burned and singed him the deeper he lost himself in them.
She was summoning the demons he had fought so hard to keep dormant. "It's a filthy goddamn helpless world, It's our time to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run in the streets. We will send them somewhere clean, and kind."