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)
Larry looked solemn when he walked through the door, torn between his ultimate love and the remaining fragment of his past life. Constance knew immediately the reluctance that was starting to form in the man before her, she snapped into action. She swayed to him, wrapping her arms around his neck before placing wet kisses all over his face.
"Larry my darling." The words cooed out, "I'm so scared, my family is falling apart. Tate won't speak to me, Adelaide hides in her room."
She pressed her body into him, "Am I going to loose you too?"
"It is I who is in ever fear of loosing you Constance. You're the air I breath, the blood that pumps through my veins." He was on his knees now, clinging to her legs.
Constance took in a deep shallow breath, repulsed by the man before her. "I desperately longed to be the mother Nira needed."
Her fingers rested on his shoulders. "But she continuously poisons my sons mind, turning him against…us."
Larry stood before her, reaching into her pocket pulling out the vile and syringe. "You're sure you saw scars on her arms?"
Constance snorted as she turned away. "Of course, you have to question my credibility?"
"No of course not, I just wanted to make sure in order for this not to raise any suspicions we go about this in the proper manner."
Constance had an evil grin as her eyes twinkled. "Believe me it's not as hard as you would think."
Nira glanced over to the corner of the room, nodding in agreement. Before Tate could look and see what she was looking at he felt something enter his body, his vision going black, his control lost to the unseen force. "I'm sorry Tate, it's the only way."
Tate stepped away from Nira when he heard the footsteps approach the room. His eyes were burning with an unfulfilled void, they both knew neither were going to come out of this the same and it scared him more then anything.
Tate clenched his jaw, tightening his fists as he fought the internal struggle to gain control of his body.
"You were right mother, she is nothing but an undeserving whore." His voice was so devoid of emotion, his eyes black, it made Nira flinch as the words tore at her.
Constance froze in the doorway, unsure what game her son was trying to play. "And this sudden turn of events was brought on by?"
"I'm tired of being punished because of her." He moved towards his mother, his body looming and towering over her.
She reached out to touch her son, rewarded by him leaning in to her embrace. "I'm sorry momma."
Larry stepped into the door, placing his arm around Constance. "Son, you can see how we would have a hard time believing you?"
Tate nodded. "What can I do to redeem myself?" His eyes were coated with tears, his face radiating of the youthful innocence that manipulated his mother when he was a child.
Constance cautiously watched her son, she knew the hold that bewitching girl had on him. "Only her death will release her grasp and hold on this family."
Larry was taken back by the bluntness of Constance statement, his eyes shot to his daughter. She looked calm, detached from everything going on around her. "Constance…"
Tate looked at Nira, only she saw the slight flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "You want me to kill her?" His voice was soft, even and toneless.
Constance handed him the syringe as she wiped away loose stray tears. "Your releasing her from the torment and pain she suffers from everyday, saving those around her she would otherwise bring down with her."
His mother always had a poetic way about justifying and rationalizing her crazy, maybe he did take after her.
Tate took the deadly cocktail in his hand, eyes never leaving Nira. She stood there, head held high, her hand holding on to some invisible force at her side. He felt the hesitation growing in him, he knew what needed to be done but couldn't find the strength to do it. "You must do whatever it takes." The voice echoed in his head.
Nira lifted her arm, slapping at the spot she had so frequently used in the past to help drown in her own sorrow. "Can we get this over with? I have a tea party to attend."