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 collapsed to her knees as her body began to convulse violently, the bile turned her stomach, and burned fiercely as it projectiles out of her, soon to be replaced with gasps of air during dry heaves. Her body was wracked with cramps and chills as perspiration dripped down her face. She couldn't feel him anymore, any attempt to see him in her mind blocked by gut wrenching pain.

When Tate opened his eyes he saw her there, on the ground contorting in excruciating pain. At first sight his body became enamored at the pain displayed, his pulse raised, his desire to inflict growing, coursing through is being.

He approached with steady, confident strides. When the soft angelic whimper escaped into the night Tate suddenly froze. He tossed himself to hiss knees next to her, lifting her body into his arms, laying her in his lap.

All she could do was wrap her arms around his neck as she felt relief enter her body, the pain was replaced with a welcoming calm. "It's about time you got here."

Tate gave her that half smile that always melted her heart no matter her best attempts to keep it frigid. "Would you have waited for me?" His eyes lit up as his cheeks dimpled in. It was the most manipulatively charming smile she had ever seen.

Nira let out a breath from deep in her chest she felt she had been holding for ages. "What do you think I've been doing all this time?" She licked her lips, moistening them before bringing them to his. "You really are here, aren't you?"

She let her fingers trace along his hard jaw line, taking in how intoxicating he appeared as he looked down at her from under his bangs. Tate took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips kissing the palm of her hand, then gently drawing his tongue up her finger, then taking the tip of her finger and leaving a slow agonizing kiss.

His eyes burned deep into hers, he could feel her pulse speed up as he held her wrist. "Of course, I'll always be here." Insecurity washed over his face. "If that's what you want."

Nira moved herself so she was straddling Tate's waist, taking his face in her hands, brushing the bangs from his face. "I want my Tate back."

She placed a kiss on his forehead, "My Tate is cocky and confident." her lips moved down, kissing the tip of his nose,.

"My Tate is deadly and vicious."

Tate ran his fingers through her hair, tangling her hair into his fist. "The Tate you want hurts people."

She smirked at him before kissing his lips, allowing them to linger there. "He does it so well though."

Her comment was rewarded with him grinding his hips into hers, his grasp in her hair starting to pull more. "It doesn't bother you that your Tate can take away someone's life with the blink of an eye, no rhyme or reason to the madness?"

She could feel him growing harder underneath her. "I would like to think that the deaths are more poetic and just then some reflective impulse to extinguish the flame inside for no reason other then to do so. But in either scenario…"

She paused for a second looking for the words. "I find I'm strangely comfortable with it."

Tate let his grip go from her hair, moving his hand around her neck, gently caressing the delicate skin, tracing her pulse with his finger. "It doesn't scare you that at any second you could be the next one hurt or killed?"

His fingers tightened with each word he said.

Nira placed her fingers over the constricting confines his hand was now creating for her, his grasp loosening as she ran her fingers delicately over his long, slender ones that were latched violently around her throat. "I would be more scared for him."

Tate brought his hands to rest on her waist. "Why is that?"

This time Nira put her hands around Tate's neck, she could feel his Adam's apple moving against her palm, her nails digging into the flesh, drawing blood. "He knows exactly what I'm capable of."

She leaned in bringing her lips to his ear. "Nothing is holding me back any more."