born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter two] a suicide mission

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Aires pov...

I had walked into the aftermath of a shit show.

Everyone looked like they had been dragged through a bush backwards, bruised and bloody- everyone looked like death.

Chris had taken us to what looked to be a safe house just outside of Beacon Hills. It was concealed, hidden enough that Gerard couldn't find us unless he came looking. But still, I questioned where the hell I actually was and why I was there. Chris had given me nothing to go on.

All I knew was that he was back.

And it had shaken me more than I cared to admit.

"What the fuck happened?" I asked.

My eyes glanced around the room until they landed on Stiles who stared back at me with parted lips and wide eyes. I didn't give it a second thought before I stormed over to him and looked at the bloody injury that was on the side of his head. It was instinct, I had been shaken so badly that I was running on autopilot. I lightly brushed my fingers against the gash, bringing a wince from his lips.

"What happened?" I whispered, knowing he would be the one to actually tell me.

He knew Gerard, we had both been victims of his games. He knew how much I hated him, he knew how badly I wanted him dead. I needed answers and nobody was able to give them to me. But he would, I knew he would.

With a slight shake of his head, he blew out a low breath. "You didn't come back, we waited, and you didn't come back-"

"I'm back now."

It was all I could give him, all I could say because my mind was failing me. I needed to think of something else, of anything else- anything other than the fact that the man that took everything from me was alive.

He took Sage.

He took my family.

He took my life away from me.

Quickly, I glanced around the room and noticed someone was missing. "Where's Klaus?"

"New Orleans, something came up." Chris didn't need to explain anymore.

If Klaus left to go back to New Orleans, something bad had happened.

"Somebody explain what the fuck happened and why you all look like you've been dragged through a bush backwards." I quickly demanded as a chill raced down my spine.

A hint of a smile ghosted Scotts lips as he blew out a weak laugh. "Seriously? Insulting us?"

"Keeping it honest." I offered with a shrug.

"You didn't come back, Aires." Chris snapped, turning everything serious. "So we went into Beacon Hills."

"I didn't come back because Gerard fucking Argent tried to kill me. The bastard got out of a car, shot me and then blew up the building I was next to. We had to run."

"Where have you been?"

"Hiding in the distillery. The bullet Gerard shot me with was laced with poison, knocked me out for thirty hours- I was lucky."

"Lucky?"

"Most vampires don't wake up for years- I was lucky."

"Well, we went in after you. When you didn't show up, we went in-"

"And the worst freaking person we could have ran into was there. Seriously, how has his heart not stopped working, isn't he like eighty?" Stiles snapped, bringing a ghost of a smile to my lips.