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)
Constance and Larry stood there staring at Nira confused and baffled by her calm demeanor. How could someone know they are going to die and not even flinch at the thought.
Tate stepped toward her, extending his hand to her, black orbs hidden by a veil of blonde hair, a heartbreaking smile spread across his face. The world around them faded away, it was only them. Nira wrapped her free arm around his neck, pressing herself into his body as he ran his finger over the vein in her arm, his finger dragging against formed scar tissue, his heart pounding in his chest.
"It's going to hurt." His demeanor had changed, Tate had gained control over the darkness.
Nira grew concerned that Tate would not be able to follow through, that he would waver on their plan. She bit her lip when she felt the needle puncture through her skin, piercing in the vein, the warm liquid injecting into her system, coursing through her body.
"You still feel better then any drug." Her voice was raspy as her mouth began to dry.
Tate choked back the sob he felt building in his chest, it was to late to break down now. "It will be over soon."
He pulled her into his arms as he carefully helped her rest to the ground. Her pupils had begun to shrink to no bigger then a pin point, her stomach began to spasm and contract, excruciating pain wrecking her helpless body. Memories flooded her mind of the pain she felt on the beach, she understood what she was being prepared for.
Black and white images flashed before her eyes; sitting in her room reading as a child, the birth of her sisters, the shadows that crept in and molested her mind at night, her first argument, fight, kill… The blood crashes like a tidal wave over everything nostalgic, emerging from the depths the boy who gave Nira her first kiss, took her virginity, stole her heart and now killing her.
The more shallow her breathing became the more the drowsiness crept in, luring her into the eternal black abyss of death.
She reached her hand up, cupping Tate's face. "Your so handsome when you kill, even when it's me I'm transfixed and lost watching you work."
The chuckle rumbled in his chest, shaking her body against him, he was starting to become hysterical again. "The lights starting to fade in your eyes."
She felt the little arms of her sisters wrap around her as she felt her body about to expire, her mother watching in the shadows, smile on her face. Nira felt a peaceful, calm about her she had never experienced in life.
Her voice was weak, she struggled to keep her eyes on Tate, never wanting to loose the boy before her. "How does it look?" Even in death she still had that morbid curiosity that Tate found earth shattering about her.
Her body went limp as her last breath escaped her lips, Tate clung to the lifeless body in his arms. "It was the most beautiful, breath taking sight I have ever seen."
Constance and Larry left the room, leaving Tate broken on the ground, sobbing, holding the lifeless body of the only person who he had loved and loved him in return. He rocked back and forth, willing her back to life in his mind, wanting desperately to take back what he did. "You shouldn't have had to die. Your sacrifice won't change the things that happened."
Nira stood in the corner of the room, her sisters at each side of her, holding her hand. She watched herself die in Tate's arms, only in her death could she find the love she lost and longed for in life. She squeezed the little hands as she watched Tate sob on the ground over the site of her dead body.
"Do you regret dieing at the hands of the man you loved?" Lorraine's words were cold and scornful, inciting to cause pain.
Nira let go of her sisters hands, walking over to Tate, looking down on him and what used to be her body. "I found it to be a perfect end to a tragic, tainted life."
Lorraine stepped forward warningly. "You're hovering, he'll be able to see you if you continue that."
Nira stopped dead in her tracks, she reached out longingly towards the figure that ended her life. "What if I want him to see me?"
"Then your death will be pointless." The sultry voice purred into the room.
Nira hesitantly stepped back, extending her hands for her sisters. They grabbed on squealing in an excitement and happiness that had not been heard or experienced in the house for decades. "So what now?"
"Get ready to experience one long today." The maid disappeared, followed by Lorraine and the laughing figures of the girls.