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 staid behind, lurking in the shadows. She had eternity to make up for her past indiscretions with her sisters, but in this moment caught between the living and dead, Tate needed her now. She couldn't reveal herself to him yet, but she would be able to watch over him.
"Tate, mom says to prepare yourself." Addie stood in the doorway looking on in dismay.
Tate looked up, running his arm across his face wiping up tears and snot. "How long till they're here for the body?"
Addie shrugged turning around skipping down the hallway back to her room.
Nira felt an unsettling sensation brush up her spine about her body being discovered, strangers stripping her of her clothes, cutting her body open, examining her to miss diagnose her actual cause of death. You didn't have to be alive to know that they would take one look at her frail, damaged petite frame and assume her untimely demise was brought on by her need to chase the high.
Followed by the toxicology report showing increased levels of the drug in her system, supported by her fathers distraught tales of her spiral downward after the death of her mother and sisters, twisting and diluting the truth of the actual events.
It brought perverse pleasure as the knowledge crept in that she was in control of her death, she knew she was never going to leave this house, apart of her didn't want to. She was stronger then to give in and harm herself, overwhelmed with to much pride to fall victim at the hands of those she will spend eternity finding a way to destroy. It was romantic and bitter, wasting away in agony in the arms of your murderer, the one person who staked claim to your mind, heart, body and soul. "I was his to destroy and tear apart, all the while guiding his hand in the exact way to do it."
The only time it felt like time stood still is when Tate left the house, she sat counting each fleeting second, waiting impatiently in the room they had shared at different times in their lives. Pacing back and forth in anticipation that any moment he will return, giving her relief from the constant strain his absence caused her.
She didn't get mad when he pried loose the floor board under his bed, revealing an armory hidden beneath. She didn't question where he would have gotten so much death and destruction, fully loaded or why he never told her. She wasn't the least bit surprised that he could skillfully dismantle the guns, clean them, put it back together with out even batting an eye. He looked cold, calculating and precise.
She had never wanted him more.
Nira didn't like seeing him succumb to drugs again, pulling out his secret stash, cutting up a few lines, snorting to numb the pain. It had been a week since she had died, all had gone back to normal in the house, all but Tate. Everyone else ignorant to the brewing storm building inside of him. All this time they viewed her as the monster that would destroy them all, a threat that needed to be taken care of. She was the fuel to the fire that Constance tried for years to extinguish inside her son.
"He won't kill her." The sultry voice was cold as she sat next to Nira.
Nira rolled her eyes, "Would you really want him to. Especially in this house?"
The maid pulled at the hem of her skirt, images of the carnage and demise of the woman who entombed her in this mortuary for eternity flashed before her eyes.
Nira gripped her hand, eyes soft and comforting. "Her death will not assure your passage Moira."
"And what will he accomplish spilling innocent blood, will it bring closure to your tragic family?" Her words came out harsher then she had intended.
"He will do what we know best. All we have ever known in our lives was death, destruction, deceit and betrayal." Nira's eyes never left Tate's determined form as he gathered his clothes, prepping his uniform for the noble war.
"That makes your actions justifiable?" She removed her hand from Nira, the remembrance of who she was actually sitting by sinking in.
"Maybe we were just wired wrong. You show love by giving a lingering kiss, a caress in passing. He showed he loved me by injecting death into my body. I returned his love by allowing him to make me come undone and destroy my body."
"You have any idea how twisted that sounds?" Moira began to stand up, moving away from the girl before her.
"You haven't figured out how twisted I am?" Nira stood up, pushing Moira against the wall with her body.
"In life I was lost and confused, constantly battling the hallucinations and voices that played games in my head." Her breath was hot as it blew against Moira's face.
"This house feeds on the pain and torment I long to commit." Her teethe nipped at the delicate flesh of Moira's neck. "The more I give to the house the more in return I am given."
Moira moaned in repulsion and trembled in fear as she felt the nimble fingers wrap around her throat. "The ultimate reward will be Tate and I having eternity to do whatever we see fit."
Her grasp tightened, her tongue darting out licking at her trembling flesh. "Sacrificing myself inside this house has opened up untapped psychic potential people would kill to have when alive. I greatly look forward to testing out some of these new found skills."
The sound of the gun being cocked made Nira lick her lips, a soft moan escaping her lips as excitement entered her body. "Tell me he isn't the most gorgeous thing you have ever seen when he looks like he'll snap any moment, killing you with his bare hands."
"Your demented." It choked out as Moira desperately gasped for air.
"And your just plain naive if you think for one second your any better with your little games of cat and mouse. Seducing and sleeping with any man weak enough to fall for your charms, splitting between your two alters. The ultimate seductress then back to the weepy victim, forever scorned with the scarlet letter, a never ending reminder of your adulterous ways." Nira began to laugh as Moira shoved her violently away.
"I don't have any idea what you mean." She was rubbing the soar flesh of her neck, the bruises already starting to fade and disappear.
"Ignorance is bliss I suppose if you were in a place where it possible." Nira smirked as her eyes clouded over.
Moira felt her head buzz, swimming in a endless abyss of violent spasms. Images flashed before her of her life, cleaning houses, sleeping with men for a little extra money, her mothers soft hands running through her hair, the gun pointed at her, waking up to the bitter truth.
"You played just as much of a part in your being here as any of the other lost tormented souls. The sooner you come to accept that the easier it will be for you to integrate and make new in this life."
Moira laughed hysterically staring in disbelief. "You call this life, this perpetual replay of sorrow and torment?"
Nira walked over to Tate's bed laying out across it, running her finger up the barrel of the shotgun laying next to her. "Either you come to accept and embrace it or fall victim to it. You played the cards life dealt you, it didn't go in your favor. Shit happens."
Moira stepped back into the shadows, fading away into the wall.
Nira was caught off guard when Tate slammed his fist to the dresser, taking his lamp throwing it across the room. "Deyanira may you not rest as long as I live on."
The pistol was in his hand now, he marveled in how the cold metal of the barrel tasted in his mouth. All he could see was him pulling the trigger, the bullet splattering his brain and skull about the room like an abstract painting. "I know that ghosts wander in this house and are trapped ."
Nira struggled to keep her composure, she couldn't let him tear down her guard. If she wasn't careful she would loose the will to hide herself from him.
He started to move towards the bed, looking right at Nira, seeing through her. "I killed you. Haunt me, then. Haunt your murderer!"
Nira pulled herself from the bed, nearly stumbling as she moved her way to the corner of the room, to hide in the cover of the shadows.
Tate crawled across the bed, following where her frantic form had fled. "Be with me always. Take any form, drive me mad, only do not leave me in this dark alone where I cannot find you."
Nira was about to fade away into the darkness when he stood hovering over her, cheeks stained with tears, eyes darting around hopelessly looking to catch a glance at what he knew was there but unable to see. "I cannot live without my life."
He let out a deep sigh. "I cannot die without my soul."
I miss the pull of your heart
I could taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God, when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
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