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)

By the time the light hit the metal of the razor, twinkling in the corner of his eye, the sharp sting of flesh being ripped apart burned on his cheek. The scorned, betrayed look on his face made her release the most maniacal giggle. Moving away she looked at the tiny scar she had left on his face, observing her handiwork.

She brought the razor to her mouth, smearing the blood on her lips, before licking them clean. "You taste good."

"I was going to try to kill at least two or three people. Including your father, obviously." He was collected, pacing himself, not to give away to much, but not to hold back enough to infuriate Nira again.

She had the most disgusted look on her face as she tossed the razor blade aside, hand on her hip she began to shake her head at Tate. "Unacceptable."

Tate was taken back, he felt his stomach drop as disappointment over took his body. He needed her acceptance, he craved her approval. "Excuse me?" His voice faltered as he looked like a child about to be punished for misdoings.

"If your going to attempt to go out in a blaze of glory, then you better do it right. I want people to remember the name Tate Langdon." Her tone was frigid but her eyes burned with passion.

She always had a way to feed his narcissistic ego, creating a god like complex only she knew how to worship.

Tate began to grin from ear to ear. "You knew all along I planned on going to the school?"

Nira shrugged as she approached him, reaching out to run her finger across the blood that had leaked from the cut. "I had suspicions when I was alive."

Tate grabbed her hand, sucking the droplets of blood off her finger. "And now?"

She shut her eyes as she felt his warm mouth wrap around her finger, breath hitched in her throat, she channeled the strength to fight the control he had on her body.

She sang the words as she began to poke him. "My body count would be bigger."

Tate and Nira began to laugh, to passing ears it would have sound like fun, unblemished banter. If one knew the context in which the humor was brought on, your blood would turn cold, body paralyzed by the fear instilled.

Nira stopped laughing immediately, placing her finger on Tate's lips to silence him. "Dinner time."

"TATE, COME DOWN AND EAT."

Tate gave her a half smile before kissing her. "You know that's creepy right?"

Nira sat in the corner of the dinning room, hidden to all the living in the house, all but Tate. He tried to keep himself from staring off into the corner, watching how she idly sits there, leg propped up to her chest, arm hanging over her knee as she rests her chin on the support of her arm and watches him.

Nira had a strange, unsettling feel in the pit of her stomach. Maybe it was the proximity of the man responsible for her families demise, the man responsible for her demise and the woman who destroyed anything that came in contact with her.

Secrets have a way to seep into your soul, becoming part of your consciousness when you become part of this house. She experienced the sins of past tenants, fears that the victims held deep inside, resentment and anger pumped more through her body now then the blood that flowed through her in the living.

"Ladies and gentleman," Constance said. "The ham." As she placed the decorative ham on the table like the center piece all Nira could see in her head was the blast of the gun as it shot Moira in the eye, as the bullets pierced into Tate's dad.

"You haven't told him have you?" The sultry voice pierced from the darkness behind Nira.

"Wow," Tate said. "Looks lovely." The sarcasm that seeped in every word pored out as honest truth. Nira recognized the tone right away, Tate wanted to play.

Nira looked over to Moira, "He isn't ready to know the truth about that yet." Nira began to chew at the loose skin of her nail anxiously.

"Scared your little psychopath won't be able to handle it?" Moira's attempt to get under Nira's skin was working.

"I don't question his ability to handle any outcome or situation." The words had more conviction in her head then when they left her throat.

Nira looked at Tate as her mind began to cloud with the fear of loosing him. It had taken her so long to break him from the hold he had on himself. He was just now starting to embrace and form into the man she was destined to make him.

"Wonder how he would react if he found out you knew all along and never told him?" Her voice was filled with contempt and the words slapped across Nira's face.

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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