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)
She vanished in the doorway, her voluptuous figure replaced with the dark silhouette of the boy who haunted her dreams. He was sweating, his bangs clung to his forehead as he looked at her, moving the hair to the side to see her better.
Nira never took her eyes off him as she stood up, she sprinted to him, leaping into his arms. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, as she rested her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers. The kiss was frantic and desperate. Each other trying to take in as much of the other before being torn apart.
Tate was the first to break the kiss. "We need to get out of here now."
Nira saw the movement out of the corner of her eye, she smiled at the figure that waved before evaporating into nothing before nestling her head into the nook of his neck. "Tell me one last story Tate."
Tate looked at her with pleading eyes. "Don't say shit like that."
He carried her to the door, only to have her struggle and break loose to go back into the room more. "I'm not leaving here Tate."
Tate's eyes were burning with a mixture of boiling rage and sheer panic. He knew it wouldn't be long before the school got a hold of his mother or Larry. They would immediately know where he was and what he was doing. They would separate them, and make sure it was for good this time.
"WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW NIRA!" He was screaming, choking on sobs that were growing stronger in his chest. His eyes blood shot as tears pored freely, he snorted back snot that began to form in his nose.
"LISTEN TO ME NIRA, WE CAN'T GET ALL CHICKEN SHIT ABOUT THIS. WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF OPTIONS." His voice was rasped, a fear and desperation had taken hold of him. He was pacing about the room, frantic and torn.
Nira was heartbroken to see the sight of him like this, so broken and shattered. She approached him, calm and collected. She was at a peace she had never been in, her normal hard demeanor brought on by the raging storm that crashed inside was replaced with one of tranquility and relaxation.
She began to wipe away his tears as she cupped his face, feeling the heat radiate from his hot flesh. "Please tell me a story Tate."
He dropped to his knees in defeat, one last sob escaping his chest as he attempted to pace his labored breath. Nira sat before him, pulling his arms around her, burrowing herself into his chest. Tate sat down, pulling her into his lap, arms holding her so tight it became hard for her to breath.
He buried his face in her neck, as the breath of his words tickled her neck. "Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, I believe in the sweet spot, hard-core pornography, a girl who possessed my dreams and nightmare, teaching me to appreciate the light that flickers out in the eyes of the recently deceased and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."
He stopped, breathing in the scent of her flesh, praying he could hold onto her like this forever. "I also believe…I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me."
Nira groaned inwardly, she realized this was going to be hard but hadn't prepared herself for how much his words would effect her. "I belonged to you in this lifetime I assure you I will belong to you in the next. Your claim on me will last longer then time itself."
Tate sniffled as he placed kisses all over her face, pushing her loose hair from her face. "We can still have a life together now. We can runaway, leave here never coming back."
"Then what justice would we have? Our siblings who died at the hands of those who were meant to protect us?" Her eyes were hard as she pierced him deep into his soul.
"Nira…"
His words were cut short when she placed her finger to his lips to silence him. "Promise me no matter what you will make them pay for what they did. You will inflict the pain forced upon us on to those who deserve it. No matter what you must get in good favor with our enemy in order to defeat them. You are no good to anyone chained up locked away."
She kissed him deeply, the urgency raising in her as she felt an ominous force coming towards them. "Tate, promise me."
"I promise."
His words released the breath Nira hadn't even realized was trapped in her lungs.
Constance stood in the kitchen waiting for Larry to arrive. She paced back and forth as the anger boiled, turning her vision red as she listened to the movements upstairs. She pulled out the syringe from her pocket, running her finger up the length, eyeing the murky liquid.
"This is your masterful plot?" The fiery red appeared from the shadows of the kitchen startling the woman before her.
Constance hissed as she dropped the syringe, breaking and spilling it's content on the floor. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you scared me you vile woman. What did I say about sneaking in the shadows?"
The maid ignored her as she knelt down, running her finger in the substance. "I suppose her overdosing is as believable as your tormented sons respiratory issues. How do you suppose you keep your little budding psychopath from snapping or saying anything?"
In her best southern dramatics, she clenched her fist, pounding It down on the counter. "He is my son, from excruciating pain of child birth, deformity, death and regret spawned that boy of physical perfection. Once that girl is out of his life he will finally understand all I've sacrificed, all I have done to allow him to rise from the ash and rubble, a glorious phoenix to fly upon the new world and conquer it."
Nira felt the uneasiness grow in her, the energy of the house was alive, the energy crackled and surged. She could feel the presence of those who have past start to enter the room, circling around the helpless pare who clung desperately to each other.
Nira swallowed hard as she tried to maintain her composure, mustering enough strength for the both of them. "I'm not going to pretend I know what's going to happen but it's time."
Tate held onto her like a lost child. "I can't…"
Nira placed her lips to his, letting her lips tickle his as she spoke. "I need you to be strong."
Tate stiffened at her words, standing pulling her body up with him. "I am strong."
She gave him the most sincere, heartfelt smile he had ever seen in his life. "I know, I wouldn't love you if you weren't."