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 felt her eyes burn with the forming of tears. She held her breath afraid any form of movement would break her resolve, rendering her useless in her ability to keep herself hidden from him. Her eyes widened in terror as he ran his hand through her body, the solid form of his hand gliding past her translucent figure. Each area he touched left a residual tingle from the encounter.
Tate paused when he saw her image flicker before him. Was it a hallucination from the drugs, his mind playing tricks on him. He growled in frustration moving back to the bed. With out thought or hesitation he grabbed a pistol, cocking it back and placing it right to his head, finger itching to pull the trigger. Tate began to pull the trigger when the gun was ripped from his hand, tossed across the room.
Tate scuffed, wiping the bangs out of his eyes, he was starting to pace. Mind racing a mile a minute from the drugs, adrenaline pumping through his veins like battery acid. "You've got allot of nerve to think even in death you can hide from me."
Nira felt her own temper start to boil inside, she wouldn't let him get the best of her.
"You really think I don't know you sit in here watching my every move, following me around the house." Tate started to move right to her.
"Was I not suppose to know about you curling up in my bed at night?" The tone in his voice had changed, instead of rage it had almost a possessive bitterness to it. "Never getting to sleep at night because all I can think about is how badly I want to pull you into my arms."
"Did you know I can still smell how wet and excited you get for me?" His body would have been pressed flushed against her if she had a solid form.
Nira lost her self-control, she began to shove and punch at Tate. At first the blows went through him, her screams of frustration falling upon deaf ears, it wasn't long until her fist made contact with his chest. Her eyes shot up meeting his stormy dark ones.
Tate let out a choked whimper, his demeanor completely broken. "You are here."
Nira began to chew on her bottom lip, resisting the urge to vanish.
Tate reached out to touch her cheek, he flinched when he felt the cold, clammy skin. "You are dead, aren't you?"
"You should know Tate." The half smile was playful and almost innocent.
Nira moved away from him, walking over to the bed. "So, tomorrows the big day, right?"
She started to pick up each weapon, holding it in her hands, pointing and aiming it at Tate as she memorized the weight and feel. The shotgun seemed to be her favorite, she always went right back to it. Nira locked her eyes with Tate's as she seductively licked her lips, hand running up and down the barrel, slowly, seductively.
Tate raised an eyebrow, "I thought you were more into knives?" He approached her, never taking his eyes off her moving hand.
Nira let out a playful giggle. "I guess you've made me appreciate the beauty of something that's long," Her tongue darted out from between her lips, running up the length of the shotgun. "hard," wrapping her hand around it tighter, stroking a bit faster. "and deadly."
The groan Tate let out was primal and fierce, thrusting his body onto her, using all his weight to pin her, he grabbed her wrists pinning them above her head. His mouth came crashing down to her, at first rough and bruising, swelling their parted lips. Soon the movement became desperate and longing, soft and tender. He released her wrists, using his hands to freely roam about her body.
Nira traced the lines that formed from his dimples, she pulled herself away from him so she could look at him. "I think my only regret is not having the opportunity to be with you tomorrow."
Tate was sucking and nipping the flesh of her neck, hands working and kneading at her sensitive flesh under her shirt.
Nira purred beneath him as she lost herself to the feeling his touch unleashed in her. "How many do you plan to take out?"
Tate tried to put on his most deceptive "I don't know what your talking about look" he had so masterfully learned to use. Most of the time it worked like a charm, seducing his prey in with the childlike innocence he wore on his face like a mask. Inside a dark tormented soul plotting your demise with a twinkle in his eye and a smile that would warm the coldest heart.
"What the fuck?" Tate panicked when the form of Nira vanished before his eyes, the air around him dropping cold, the energy crackling through out the room. He looked around his room, peering into shadows to get a glimpse of her as he scrambled from the bed he was just sharing with her.
"Stings doesn't it? Being toyed with." Nira appeared in the center of the room, arms crossed, her eyes piercing deep into Tate.
He swallowed hard, "Nira…" His words were cut short when she stepped back into the corner disappearing before his eyes.
Tate jumped when he felt hot breath hit his neck. "I could be everything you ever dreamed of Tate."
When he turned around to face her he growled in frustration to see he was alone. "Stop fucking around Nira."
The arm snaked around his waist, pressing firm against his chest, running fingers idly up and down the muscles of his stomach. "Or I could be the very nightmare you have spent your whole life trying to run from."
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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