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)

Both stood frozen as the light illumined down the stairs. "NIRA ARE YOU DOWN THERE?"

"YES, I'M ON MY WAY UP!" Nira yelled up the stairs, still locked in Tate's embrace. "Meet me at the beach nearby, I would say about eleven or so."

"NIRA UP HERE NOW!" Larry began to head down the stairs. Nira darted to the stairs, meeting him half way before he could see Tate sneak out.

Nira was the first to arrive to the beach, it was still rather early. Her parents had retired to bed about nine-thirty giving her the ability to be out and at the beach about a quarter after ten. She loved being here at night, watching the way the night sky reflect on the crashing waves. It wasn't long before she found herself thinking about Tate. It was all she has been able to think of since she saw him, he consumed her very being. It scared her how much he lingered deep be neither her skin when he was away, and how desperately she craved his presence when they were apart. Nira knew she lost her battle to her demons long ago, embracing fully the darkness deep within her. The only thing that restrained her was her sisters, with Tate being around it was a new darkness that seduced her, luring her into it's grasp. If she fully gave in like she wanted to, there was no telling what the two of them combined could be capable of.

When the hand clasped over her mouth, her delicate frame being harshly lifted up, she felt a ping of panic when the blade pushed into her side. She knew instantly this wasn't Tate, not that she wouldn't put it past him to pull a knife on her, she would have sensed him before he even got here. This energy that was projecting was a weak anger, this was a pathetic attempt at gaining control and power, something this individual lacked. The chubby fingers began to idly roam about her body, bile would have formed in anyone else in such an ordeal but all this did was amuse Nira. She felt her darkness surge to life in her body, it craved blood, this morons blood.

The blade pushed in a bit deeper before she was tossed to the sand. The kick that followed just nearly missed her ribs, hitting her right in the stomach. Nira let out a demonic sound that was a combination of pain and laughter. It was unsettling and took her assailant by surprise.

"You stupid bitch. What the fuck is wrong with you? Don't you know what I'm going to do to you?" Spit flew from his mouth as he yelled feverishly at her.

She watched as he lifted the knife, ready to plunge at her and do whatever he had planned in his head for her. The next thing Nira saw was a plastic bag go over the mans face, a pair of green and black plaid covered arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Nira leapt up quickly, coming to the aide of her assailant quickly. She threw herself at Tate knocking him away from the man who was now collapsing to the ground, breath shallow, near the edge of uncounciousness.

Tate stared her down. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Nira gave him the most evilly seductive smile he had ever seen. She walked past him to the man who was struggling to stay conscious, she reached down picking up the knife.

She ran her fingers down the ragged blade. "Serrated, not bad if you were planning on disemboweling me or sawing through me. I personally would have gone with a straight blade much more smooth and precise."

Nira pulled the bag off his head, kicking him in the side, knocking reality back into the pathetic man before her on the ground. "Tate, would you mind making sure my lovely friend here doesn't bring us an unexpected visitors. I would hate for this encounter to be interrupted."

Tate dropped to his knees, retraining the man with his legs as he covered his mouth with his hands. Nira marveled at the site of the helpless man being restrained by Tate. She couldn't fight the arousal she felt building in-between her legs, a constant yearning she found herself in whenever with Tate. As the man began to struggle under Tate, Nira sprang on top of him like a kitten, straddling his chest, running her hand delicately down his cheek, almost in a compassionate, soothing motion.

"Shhh… It will be all over soon. You won't ever have to feel pathetic and useless again. You'll be free." As the last word left her mouth, she brought the blade down deep into his stomach.