born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter eleven] who's afraid of little old me?

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Aires pov...

I'd always wanted out of Beacon Hills. Ever since I could remember I'd been counting down the years until I left. I assumed I would finish high school and go off to college- I didn't think the way I'd get out was by faking my death.

The Mikaelsons wouldn't know what happened to me, Stiles wouldn't be the only one mourning me. I'd never be able to return to Beacon Hills, never be able to be anywhere near it again. I had to let the place I'd always known go.

Killing Gerard was a priority, but it was no longer number one. I couldn't let him have a part of me, I'd rather be dead then let that man hold onto anything intertwined with me. I couldn't let him steal another part of me.

Destroying the necklace sealed everyone's fate.

Everyone's but mine.

The other side would remain okay, but nobody would be able to travel between the two worlds again. People wouldn't be able to be brought back- I had no way of getting Peter back. Everyone I loved would be stuck on the other side whilst I floated somewhere in between. I was destroying a part of myself blindly.

I could be asleep for years.

Destroying the necklace would kill any other person. I knew it was going to send me into a coma, I could be asleep for the next hundred years and wake up to everyone I loved dead. I didn't know how long it would be and I had nobody to ask, nobody to turn to.

I needed Lana- I needed my grandma. I needed her guidance, her words. I needed her to help me the way she helped me my entire life. I was in the middle of a war I was born into, one she was familiar with. She would know what to do, she always did. I was only eighteen, I knew nothing.

And even though I couldn't admit it- I wanted my Mom.

I wanted Talia. I wanted to feel her arms around me- I just wanted my Mom. Because even though she did terrible things, hurt me again and again like nobody else could. I still loved her, she was still my Mom. And all I'd ever wanted was her love. I needed my Mom.

Everyone was going to think I died.

The Mikaelsons were going to think I was dead.

The supernatural world was going to hear the news soon, and they'd celebrate.

They were going to celebrate my death.

If I was going down, I was ending it with Gerard.

Even if it all went wrong and I had to take my life, I was going to do it as long as I dragged Gerard down with me. We were both going down in the burning building. It was ending. The war, the death- and it was ending in fire, the way it started.

As I slipped into the room and locked eyes with my necklace, my hand flew to my chest and I thought of my five year old self. The girl who hated herself, who didn't understand herself- I was doing it all for her.

I was doing it for my five year old self, trying to right a wrong.

A sudden high pitched wailing ripped through the air, telling me that he'd made it out. A sigh slipped past my lips as I narrowed my eyes on the necklace. I knew the end was near.

"It's okay," I whispered to myself. "You'll be okay," I muttered again, and then I narrowed my eyes and started to destroy the necklace.

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Blakes pov...

I was practically dragging the whining baby in my arms whilst he fought against me to get to her. I was stronger than him, he couldnt rip past my hold- but fuck me was he trying.

"Stop it," I hissed at him as I dragged him into an empty room. "Stop being a baby and making this ten times harder-"

"How are you so calm?" He snarled in my face, the boy had balls. "She's going to kill herself-"

"You know her as well as I do," I forced out through gritted teeth. "She's going to do it without or without our opinion, and if you quit wiggling about like a toddler I'll be able to drag your ass out and then come back in here for her."

I watched as my words registered in his mind and as the dumbass finally caught onto what I was saying. Aires was on a bloody suicide mission and I was the idiot that let her go on it. But contrary to what Stiles thought, she wasn't going to die. Over my dead body was she killing herself.

"Leave me here," he quickly muttered. "Go after her now-"

"No."

"No?" His eyes were bugging out of his head as he glared at me. "What do you mean no?"

"She wanted me to get you out, and I'll do whatever she wants."

His eyes narrowed on me, and for a second, I couldn't tell if he was going to try and punch me or start crying again.

"She was right," he whispered, catching me off guard.

"Excuse me?"

"Aires was right. She said you would burn the world down if it meant she was alive, that you loved her too much..."

His words hung in the air whilst I mulled over them. He was right, I would burn down the world just to save Aires and I didn't care if that deemed me selfish. If everyone else had to die so she could live then so be it.

"Oh god," someone too familiar suddenly groaned from the corner.

In seconds, I was crouched by Isaac with blood boiling in my veins. What the fuck had happened? We had a plan, one she had made and nowhere in that plan was Isaac supposed to be groaning in a corner in pain.

"Where is Gerard?" I demanded.

Isaac was supposed to keep an eye on him, make sure Gerard followed after Aires...

"He knew Aires was in the building before we even reached Stiles."

Red clouded my vision, I forced my hands onto my lap before I snapped someone's neck with them. I could feel my fingers trembling, my entire body was shaking- but the only thing in my mind was her.

"How?" Stiles asked from behind me.

"Someones on his side, a supernatural person, a girl. I couldn't see her, but she warned him. She told him she could feel Aires' presence, that she was close by."

It was a set up.

Gerard wasn't going after Aires and there was another problem- there was another person that we didn't account for.

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AIRES THINKING EVERYONE GONNA CELEBRATE HER DEATH BREAKS MY HEART </3