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)

His eyes softened when realization hit him in what she was referring to, he placed his arm around her. Resting his hand on the small of her back, massaging and working out the knots and tension in her back. "He would be a fool to hurt you, even if the consequences meant your vengeance for eternity."

Nira let out a sigh, "Then you my good sir must be the king of all fools." Her hands dropped to her side, her body began to go limp in self defeat. "I'm tired of playing games with you."

"I thought you liked playing games with me." Tate's attempt to tease her went unnoticed. "Nira, you know I never meant for you to get hurt."

Her gaze left his, looking past him back to the water. "It's been a year Tate."

Tate was always masterful at bending her will and manipulating the situation into his favor. She was mad at him, he would kiss the anger right from her. She didn't want to see him, he would tease her till she begged for him. But this time he knew childish games and flirtatious banter would do nothing to mend the wounds he caused her.

She crawled off his lap, propping herself next to him. "I thought when I first saw you that I would have a new toy to play with."

She smiled recollecting the boy hiding in the shadows watching her. "I guess to a point I was right, but yet so wrong."

Tate put his arm around her pulling her closer to him, both looking out to the water lost. "Tell me a story Nira."

"My whole existence is flawed, tainted with the knowledge that I could never except the mundane mediocre life that is expected of us." Her fingers drew circles in the sand as she lost herself to thought.

"What did you do to cope?" His prying question filled with morbid curiosity.

"The night became my companion, solitude my guide. Mornings became something I hate and dread."

"Another day of knowing of the path you fear to tread?" His voice was calm, his mind processing what she said.

"The voices came at a very early age, followed by the black outs." Her expression was blank when her head filled with memories of shadows running across her room, voices trying to bend her will, force her mind to submit. "It wasn't until I killed for the first time I knew the truth."

Tate was hanging onto her every word, hypnotized by how deep her words reached him. "The voices didn't make you go towards the darkness?"

She intertwined her fingers with his. "The voices came to us Tate because we are the darkness."

He was silent, something in him would not allow him to admit what he already knew.

"I had embraced who I was long ago, it wasn't until we killed together I fully accepted who I was." Nira closed her eyes as she gathered as much strength as she could muster to fill the void of silence. "I understand why your scared Tate, I just can't forgive you for forgetting and leaving me alone."

"I never left you." His voice was broken and soft.

Nira saw the stray tear that had fallen down Tate's cheek, she cautiously leaned over, kissing it away.

"I saw inside myself, I broke apart my insides, tore through the dark cancerous center to find I've got no soul to sell, nothing of worth to offer. You can have my isolation, the hate that it brings. My absence of faith

you can have my everything."

His words came out broken and shattered. "You're all I want Nira, you're all I have, I can't loose you."

Nira began to laugh uncontrollably, when she saw how frustrated Tate had become she couldn't help but laugh more. "That's what held you back?"

"What do you mean?" His brow furrowed in aggravation as he tried to understand what she was saying.

"You couldn't let go and embrace who you were because you were scared I would leave you." Nira crossed her arms in disbelief. "You're not very bright are you?"

"I didn't want to complicate you with my bullshit…"

"You watched me practically disembowel and castrate that pathetic imbecile followed by giving myself to you fully, right here on the beach. I mean we are sitting in the exact spot everything transpired. You really had to question my capability of handling your truth?"

"Nira…"

"No, don't use me to hide behind your insecurities. You couldn't come to terms with the darkness because you were scared." Nira began to stand up.

Tate grabbed her hand holding her there, not allowing her to leave. "Your right, I was scared. I betrayed you by not remembering how I made you squirm and shudder around my cock while I pinned you to this sand."

Nira felt the arousal shoot down the back of her spine back to a familiar place that is always in a constant need for his attention. "And you accuse me of being scared."

Tate stood up, towering over her, his presence about to engulf her whole. "You're scared of love as much as I was of loosing myself."

Nira pushed herself into him more, his energy luring her body to his. "Love is trivial and unneeded."