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)
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The door to his room slowly opened, even though Nira knew they locked it. Moira stepped into the doorframe, her body seductively leaning against the frame, leg slowly propping up.
Nira raised an eyebrow as she looked over the maid. "Are you intentionally trying to seduce me or are you just so use to playing the part of the siren you just naturally go about things in a luring manner?"
Moira's pink tongue peaked from between her lips, slowly licking her bottom lick before sucking it in, chewing on it. "Am I making you wet? What ever would your precious Romeo think?"
The look in Nira's eye was mischievous, her smile something wicked. "I would invite you to join but I don't play well with others when it comes to sharing things that belong to me. Now I hope for your sake there is a good reason for you to come in here."
Moira pushed herself away from the door moving towards the bed. "I so hate to disturb your lovers embrace." She eyed over the pair still wrapped in each others arms. "Your mother is…having an episode."
Nira tensed, her hold on Tate tightening. "Of course she is."
Moira reached her hand out to Nira who hesitantly took hers. Everything around her began to dissolve, matter turning into sparkling particles, circling around their entire beings. The once solid, tranquil form of Tate lost in sleep began to flicker, fading into nothing. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, turning cold as she feels herself pulled away from him.
Nira felt Moira's hand grip hers tighter as the basement began to clearly form before them. The sound of anguished screams pierced through the tight confines of the basement. The putrid smell of heat blistering skin and tears of anguish filled her nostrils, the grizzly sight of her family before her engulfed in flames.
Nira sprang into action, her movements were fast and precise. Her hand was tightly wrapped around her mother's neck, slamming her against the wall. Her eye's were dark black orbs, piercing into and probing the woman who was still consumed by the blaze of the inferno.
Nira was fully aware of the flames licking away at the tender flesh of her wrist. You could hear the ghastly sound of her flesh popping, skin falling loosely from its host. Lorraine was engrossed by the torment she was feeling and forcing others to feel.
"Let them go." It hissed out of Nira with so much hate and contempt the very words could kill.
Moira was crotched down at the side of the flailing bodies of the helpless girls who were lost to a sea of agony as the flames took over their entire bodies.
She looked up to Nira, eyes coated in tears. "Make it stop."
Nira lost herself to the frenzy growing inside of her. With her free hand she reached behind her, grasping at air, willing for something to use.
In the corner of her eye she saw a man appear. He had black plastic gloves on, coated in blood. His white lab coat smeared with the testimonial of his past and present misdoings. He carried with him a custom-fitted velvet-lined mahogany box. He knelt down to the ground, opening the box, eyeing over the treasures buried deep within.
"I do hate to part with one of my masterful tools." He took the saw blade from the box, admiring every dip of the blade, the reflective cool metallic surface.
"The tools withheld in the box require much skill and a disciplined hand, these masterfully designed devices are made of steel and ivory."
He began to approach her, saw blade in hand, studying her as if she were his next experiment. "My kit includes scissors, this saw blade, scalpels, knife blades, knife handles, blow pipe, chisel blade, hammer head, needles, tweezers and two sets of retractor hooks on chains."
He placed the handle of the saw blade in Nira's hands. "I look forward to the opportunity of showing you my life's work. My dear, I feel you will not be disappointed. However all this noise is becoming quite a nuisance and I am unable to focus on my newsiest project."
Nira's hand tightened around the handle, without hesitation she brought right to her mother's throat. "Stop now or I will cut your fucking head off."
"I need someone to feel my pain." Lorraine's voice was bereaved as the pain overloaded her.
"My dear, if I may simply suggest the retractor hooks on chains could be more then a useful device to administer some encouragement if this treacherous woman continues to not to abide your command." The man looked of a mad scientist, his hands clenching together, wheels turning in his head.
The heat had almost completely singed away all that remained of Nira's wrist and hand that was beginning to morph with what was left of her mothers neck. The once porcelain cream skin was now black from the relentless assault of the flame, the bone of her wrist becoming visible. Muscles and tendons entangling as the flames danced over them. The steel of the saw was heating at an increasing rate, her grip never loosening on the handle.
"Not them." Her jaw was clenched, teeth grinding as her labored breathing became frantic.
Nira lost patience waiting for her mother to snap back, she was running out of time as well, her hands could only sustain so much more abuse before being rendered useless. She began to saw furiously through the charred flesh of Lorraine's neck. Never flinching when she felt her fingers split and slash open as the blade ran back and forth over her knuckle.
Once she hit the thyroid and jugular vein it was over, flames extinguished as the blood sprayed all over Nira. She closed her eyes as she felt the bitter copper rain down on her, coating her body with the sticky substance. Lorraine's body began to sag down the wall, plopping to the ground, her head tossing to the side like a rag doll.
Moira ran her hand over the charred remains of the now unconscious little forms. The smoke still swirled around the burning embers that remained scattered on their bodies.
Nira felt the blood that dripped from her body begin to seep into her very soul, the dark energy lapping it up, marveling in the pain and misery it was absorbing. She walked towards the figures sprawled across the floor, running a blood drenched hand across the exposed burnt remainder of their faces.
Moira let out a shaky breath as she looked over the appearance of Nira. Her hair was coated red from the blood, her face was ghoulish, almost demonic the way the shadows and blood hid her face, her eyes looking up from a scrunched brow. Her hands were frightening to look at, the skin slowly morphing, molding back into place, as she willed her appearance back to normal.
"She holds them prisoners Moira." Her voice was no more then a faint whisper.
Moira was still taken back from the trauma she had encountered. She had become accustom to the carnage and depths of depravity this house often attracted, the misery that consumes with in. Eleven years and an eternity to go gives you time to adjust, adapt to the things around you. But this traumatized her, she was so taken back she couldn't even form words in her head yet process the strength to verbally make the sound.
Moira covered her mouth with her hands, suppressing the gasp as she watched the burnt remains of the girls start to take their normal form. Nira's black orbs were slowly fading away, a misty cloud encasing the pupil, dilating it, turning it a foggy white. Her hands were trembling as she focused all her energy on manipulating their appearance. Amongst the ash and burning embers lied the fully intact remains of her sisters. They looked as they had the last time Nira saw them, curled up in their beds, smiles of an angel spread on the faces of the slumbering princesses.
Nira collapsed to the ground, her body completely wrecked, breathing shallow and faint. "It won't last long…"
She began to choke as she gasped for air, the strength it took to speak was not within her. Nira laid there completely broken and paralyzed. The ability it would take to channel the energy through your core, manifesting your will upon another, forcing the change of matter was not something any of the current house occupants were able to do. Where they all succumbed to the darkness, allowing it to extinguish the flickering light with in them, Nira took it in, bending it to her needs and wants, in return feeding it the substances it needed to sustain it's malevolent grasp around the forces trapped inside.
An elderly woman crouched over Nira's motionless body, her eye was glassed over, a hint of blue amongst the emptiness, her other eye alert, surveying the mess that was Nira.
"Ready to integrate?" Nira's eyes were fluttering as she fought to keep them open.
Moira brushed the blood thickened hair that was coated to her face behind her ear. "I did long ago, you just couldn't open your eyes and see me."
Nira fell silently into the black abyss as she lost her battle to stay conscious.
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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