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 awoke from the light that began to creep through the cracks of the window as sunlight spilled into the room. She looked around desperately looking for any sign of her sisters, but there was none. She was alone, left with her thoughts and the probing question of if they had really been there or just a hallucination brought on by the trauma and stress of the previous events. Maybe it was her subconscious's way to keep her from completely breaking down, having her dissociate from the present state and create a reality where she was with those who meant most. It felt like a hand of fire tightened around her chest when the thought of Tate crossed her mind.

Nira would have broke in that moment if it had not been for the feel of a feather light kiss placed on her forehead. A cold spot formed around her as her skin tingled from where she felt the kiss. The sound of innocent laughter echoed through out the room around her. "We'll be together soon."

A week had past since they were sentenced to imprisonment by their parents. Nira got the worst of the punishment, Tate was able to go to school even though he didn't want to. At least he was able to break free from the confines of the attic for the day. Nira was left in the burnt remains of the room night and day, allowed out only to clean herself up and move around a bit. No matter how horrible they tried to make her ordeal she almost seemed excited to be locked up, the only reason she left the dark confines was to see a glimpse of Tate, hear his voice in passing. She ached and died each day inside at the longing and need she had for him.

Their time together had been to short, leaving her unsatisfied, needing to be able to say things to him before their tragic end. She knew it was destined for them, it was what made their struggle to be together truly poetic and cliché. They weren't star crossed lovers, their was a purpose for them. An untapped potential in both of them that had yet been discovered, but this lifetime was not meant for them to be lost in the grips of love. They couldn't no matter how desperately they wanted to or tried.

Tate knew it was a bad idea to ditch out on school, but it was on impulse. He couldn't fight the desire to see Nira any more. They were so close but so far away from each other, it was hell to know they were only a few feet away, trapped unable to do a thing about it.

As he made his way to the door he was stopped by Mr. Carmichael. "You need to go back to class Mr. Langdon."

Tate rolled his eyes as he made his way towards the door, pushing past the irritating man before him. He smiled to himself as the memory of him fondling Nira in the library and how infuriated the man had gotten then played in his mind. He ran home as fast as his body would allow him and then he pushed himself even more. He couldn't be away from her any more.

Nira sat in the room, looking at the shadows that formed and danced in the etchings on the wall from the damage of the smoke. She smiled as laughter filled her ears and the sound of feet circled around her. She was content, finally at peace. She knew the truth that others ignored to face.

Nira thought she was on the brink of loosing sanity when the door opened, a woman in a scantily clad maids uniform walked in, plate of food in her hand. "It's been a day since anyone has brought you any form of substance to sustain yourself."

The maid approached, hips swaying with a natural seduction, leaving those in her presence lost in the hypnotizing movements of her body. "You need the nutrients." She handed over the plate with the sandwich, glass of water in the other hand.

Nira hesitantly reached out to take it, looking at the items as if they were a mirage about to fade away at the slightest touch, breaking the illusion. "Who are you?"

The second she felt the items touch her hands she brought the water to her lips, downing the liquid, quenching her thirst and wetting her dry, parched throat. The maid walked around the room, running her fingers across random surfaces, surveying the area as if she was about to clean.

The fiery red stopped looking over the disheveled figure of the girl before her. "We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other soon enough."

Nira leaned back against the wall, bringing her leg up to her chest, propping her arm onto her knee. "How much longer do I have to live?"

"Not much longer." The words were callous and cold when they came from the maids lips, but her eyes twinkled with a form of sympathy, almost pity for the girl before her.

Nira sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair, unknotting the forming tangles with her fingers. "Does it hurt?"

A mysterious smirk crept upon the maids face as she began to walk towards the door, pausing briefly at the frame. "You'll have your answer soon enough."

She looked deep at Nira giving her a reassuring look. "You have company. Make the best of the time you have left. Many aren't blessed with the ability to appreciate the time they have left."