born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter one] the bitch is back

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Aires pov...

A black SUV flew around the corner, its bright headlights were fucking blinding, making me narrow my eyes as the vehicle flew towards me. It was coming at me, and coming fast- and I wasn't sure it was going to stop. Suddenly, a deafening screech pierced the air as it flew to a stop, and suddenly, I felt something inside of me shift.

I waited patiently for someone to step out, Chris, Klaus, Noah- someone. My arms dangled by my sides, my hands rested, not balled into fists- because even though I felt a sense of danger, I refused to show it.

I had missed something.

Had overlooked something.

The passenger door cracked open, and out stepped the last person I ever wanted to see in my fucking life.

"Aires Hale."

I was paralysed in complete and utter fucking shock, because the motherfucker who stood in front of me was a ghost, someone who I assumed was dead, someone who was responsible for being the cannon that caused every bad thing that ever happened to me.

"Once again you've managed to destroy Beacon Hills."

I could feel Blakes eyes on me as he watched me from around the corner, hidden out of view. It took everything in me not to look at him, because if I did, if I met his eyes, I would crumble and he would rain down hell on the ghost that stood in front of me.

"Gerard Argent." I forced out in a scarily calm mutter. "You're looking as awful as ever."

A sickening smile stretched across his face as he shook his head at me. "You've always had a mouth on you."

"And you've always looked on the edge of death." I shot back, smacking the smile off of his face as his eyes went cold. "Still not kicked the bucket?" I asked, my voice dripping in amusement though I felt anything but. 

It was taking everything in me not to shake with rage, not to fucking explode- because how the holy hell was he alive? How was he in front of me?

The images came bulldozing back, playing in my mind the same way they played in my nightmares. Him holding the gun. Sage jumping in front of it. Sage on the floor. My scream. Sages body in my arms.

He killed her.

He murdered her.

"What do you want, Gerard?"

I wanted him dead.

I wanted to rip him to fucking shreds, I wanted to hear his screams as I took his life- because he took her life and karma clearly hadnt taken care of him.

"What I've always wanted." He vaguely shot back, making me narrow my eyes on his ghostly face as I waited for the other shoe to drop- because I knew it was coming. "I want Beacon Hills, and I want you dead."

The man who was a complete and total ghost was standing in front of me three years after he should have died, demanding for me to die. He stood in front of me as if no time had passed, as if Allison hadn't died, as if Kate hadn't died- as if nothing had changed.

He wasn't starstruck, paralysed in shock or panic the way I was.

He was calm, controlled and collected.

And I was the lamb caught in front of the predator.

"You haven't heard the news?" I snapped, desperately needing a one up on him. "I can't die. I'm a heretic, I'm immortal."