born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter four] black beauty

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Aires pov...

I needed to take a lap after the argument with Blake, the way he said 'I fucking love you' haunted me. It was going to haunt me for the rest of my life because my plan wasn't changing.

I was still leaving and he wasn't coming with me.

I couldn't risk bringing him and him stopping Stiles, I needed to make sure that my plan worked and if it didn't, then my backup plan did. Blake would taint all of it. He was recklessly tied to me, mortality wise and because he said he loved me.

He wouldn't forgive me for betraying him and leaving him, but I was coming back. Even if he hated me, I needed to get rid of Gerard, for the sake of my family, my friends- the world.

If it all went to hell, I would break the connection that intertwined Blake with me, I would destroy it so I could die and he could live. But whilst Gerard lingered around, I wasn't going to break the connection. He took Sage from me, over my dead body would he take Blake.

I had combed through the building, 'casually' walked around and found several exits- several escape routes. The place was huge, security was mediocre, and there were weapons for days. Chris did well hiding the end of the world bunker, keeping it running. But there were flaws, and I was going to use them to my advantage.

The sooner Gerard was dead, the sooner everything could go back to 'normal' and I could finally leave Beacon Hills for good. He was the only thing keeping me tied to the place, stopping me from running.

I knew the exits, I knew where we were hiding, and I knew Beacon Hills better than anyone. I was going to slip away, find Gerard and put a fucking bullet in his head. It didn't matter how many men he was hiding behind, I would annihilate them all.

Sparing a glance over my shoulder, I looked around before slipping into Stiles' allocated room. He quickly looked up at me, but I glanced around, looking for Malia however, it was just him.

"What's going on?" He asked, a frown on his face.

"I'm leaving."

Without a second of hesitation, Stiles jumped off of his bed with a nod. "Where are we going?"

I knew he was going to come, and as much as I didn't want him to, I needed him to follow me. He was the only person that would help me. For a second, a spark of guilt twisted in my chest. I was leaving behind Blake, and he was going to be so fucking pissed at me for it.

I wanted to bring him, to walk into the war holding his hand, but he said he 'fucking loved me'. Hearing him saying it ruined me because I knew, I knew that when the time came he wouldn't be able to help me take my life if I needed to.

Just like I would never help him sacrifice himself.

Stiles was my only choice

"To kill Gerard."

He gave me a light nod. "When are we leaving?"

He would follow me anywhere, just like I would follow him anywhere, the way we always used to be. For a second, it felt like I was talking to my best friend again. It felt like we were fifteen, both just kids- not ruined the way the world ruined us over the years.

He was helping me kill Gerard, even though it went against his morals, even though it went against what he believed in. He was following me into a war knowing there was a chance we both might not make it out alive.