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)
"Now," Constance said, setting the ham down and taking a seat. "Who wants to say grace?"
"Oh, mother, may I?" Tate asked, a deceptively innocent smile on his face, pure evil twinkling in his eye.
"Well, of course, son," Larry responded in that lost tone. Tate stiffened slightly and the word 'son', careful not to let his demeanor change. "I was hoping you would choose to become a part of this family."
"How easily he's forgot his own daughters but can play house with his whore, you his devoted son." The words were drenched in resentfulness.
Moira saw for the first time an actual response to from Nira that showed the hurt and resentment she held inside, she never thought Nira capable of feeling pain, only cause it.
Tate cringed at her words, trying his best not to let those around him aware of the added presence in the room. "Dear God, Thank you for this salty pig meat we are about to eat along with the rest of the indigestible swill."
Tate paused a moment, looking at Nira giving her a wicked smile. "And thank you for this charade of a family. My father ran away when I was only six. If I had known any better, I would've joined him…"
Tate's speech was cut off by a loud smack to the hand from Constance but Tate was nowhere near finished yet.
The sound of Nira's haunting laugh in the background, not heard by anyone but him fueled him on.
"There's one thing I can't figure out Moira." Nira's eyes were glossed over, wheels persistently turning in her head.
Moira scuffed, "I thought the house graced you with eternal rewards of knowledge and abilities? What could you possibly not know?"
"Why am I drawn to him so much more now?" Nira's words were flat and to the point. She didn't have it in her to bicker back and forth with the help.
"How you felt for him when you died will amplify within, eventually it will consume you. The rule applies however with whatever you were feeling." Moria rested her hand on Nira's shoulder, giving a tender squeeze of comfort.
"And also because she's been trying to get back into this house ever since she lost it. And lord, a BIG thank you for blinding the asshole that's doing my mother, so he can't see what everybody knows," Tate smiled inwardly as he paused, watching those around him hanging on to his every word, silent waiting for him to finish.
Nira moved over by Larry, looking down in contempt at the man before her.
She brought her lips to his ear, "She doesn't really love him."
Tate's same words echoing with hers in the room.
"Amen," Addie said, grinning at her younger brother. He smiled at her before folding his hands together and turning his attention back to Larry and the fuming figure of Nira.
"Now, Tate," Larry said. "I know you've had a hard time adjusting with all the recent changes. Moving back in here after the tragedy that my own family went through…"
"They burned themselves alive after you were cheating on your wife with Constance, Lawrence."
The venom in Tate's voice was clear. Nira's eyes began to sparkle with excitement watching Tate skillfully manipulate and destroy his opponent with thought provoking words.
"That was nobody's fault," Larry said. "Passion drove her to it. One day you'll understand. There are sacrifices you have to make in the name of love."
Nira began to laugh as a tear ran down her cheek. "Was it passion that drove you to wanting me dead and out of your way?"
"Believe me I know about making sacrifices." Tate never looked away from Nira when the words came out in a hushed whisper. He couldn't look at her without seeing himself kill her over and over in his head.
"On a lighter note I have reserved tickets for everybody for Saturday at our community theatre for the premier of Brigadoon." He began to radiate with excitement. "I'm delighted to be debuting in the chorus."
"Well I, for one," Constance said, raising her glass. "Shall be there with bells on." Her southern drawl poured out a bit thicker then usual.
"Thank you darling for all your support," Larry gazing at her with the love and longing of a lost puppy dog. "You've really helped me to explore another facet of myself."
"Yay, I love the theatre." Adelaide began to laugh and bounce around excited, infuriating Tate breaking him back to reality.
Tate slammed his fist down, breaking the plate beneath him. "Don't Addie, you're a smart girl. You know he killed our brother."
Nira wanted nothing more then to take the broken pieces that remained in his hand out, and lick the blood that was beginning to form clean.
"Stop It, Beau died in his slumber of natural causes. Now you know he had a respiratory aliment. Your brother is in a better place. He suffered with every breath he took." In true form she went in to her most dramatic role, the grieving mother,
Tate's face was red and puffy with old tears and now the threat of new. "He only suffered because of you." He was becoming sloppy, spit flew from his mouth as he spoke, snot forming in his nose dripping down.
Constance scuffed, "Ha, you know Tate unlike your siblings you were graced with so many gifts, how is it you can't bring yourself to use them, just a smile or a kind word could open the gates to heaven." She looked him over, the distaste written across her face.
Tate smiled, "No matter how much you want it, I will never be your perfect son." He wiped his face off before pushing himself away from the table, he stood up heading his way out of the dinning room, Nira's invisible force at his side.
He grabbed her hand as he turned to face his mother before leaving the room. "Why would I want to open the gates of heaven when I can rule the depths of hell?"
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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