born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter thirteen] thirteen

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Aires pov...

A dull ache in my head was the first thing I felt, the first thing that started to stir me. Uncomfort blossomed in my chest whilst my veins rubbed together, feeling like sandpaper and making sparks of soreness ricochet through my body. It was as if I was going through the transition, as if I was being reborn.

My heavy eyes were hard to open, at first I contemplated letting myself fall asleep again- slip away. But something underneath my body shifted, intriguing me. I could smell blood, and I was thirsty.

A low groan slipped past my lips as I forced my eyes open, only to be hit by a blinding light that made me hiss. My hands flew to my eyes, shielding them whilst I shifted back into the darkness.

"Aires?"

Slowly, my eyes adjusted. "What happened?"

We were on a plane- a jet. Blake was across from me, dirty and blood soaked, and looking nothing like how I left him. Memories flashed through my mind. The necklace, Stiles, the building- the girl. How long had I been asleep?

I glanced around me, there was nobody else in the room apart from Blake. Confusion made my head pound as a hundred questions sprung into my mind.

From across the jet, his heavy eyes met mine. "We lost the war."

It was as if the rug had been pulled out from under me. My body started to go weak as a wave of dizziness shot through me, but I couldn't understand what he was talking about.

"What?" I muttered with a shake of my head.

"I'm so sorry, Aires." He could barely look at me and I couldn't understand why.

"Where are we?" I demanded whilst nervously shifting in my seat, nothing was making sense, why were we in the air? "WHAT HAPPENED?"

Gerard, the fire, the building crumbling...

"Stiles is alive, I got him out in time." Blake quickly muttered, but he wasn't answering my questions.

My fingers were clutching onto my tattered leather jacket, clinging onto it for comfort whilst I watched Blake. I could see it in his eyes, something terribly bad happened.

"How long was I asleep?" I whispered, unsure if I was ready for the answer.

"Thirteen days."

Thirteen days? That was impossible- it should've been longer.

The panic was building in my chest, clawing its way through me. "Why are we on a jet?"

"Because it was the only way we could get out- I could get you out..."

I was shaking my head, unable to piece together what had happened because of what he wasn't saying. For the first time in years- I was scared.

"After you slipped into the coma and we went into hiding, I relied on Isaac for information. Gerard's still alive, he knew you were there."

"The girl?"

I should've cared that Gerard was still alive, I should've been losing my damn mind- but something was telling me that was the least of the horror I was about to hear about. 'We lost the war.' What the hell did that mean?

Blakes eyes were still on mine, watching me. He looked as scared as I felt. "He has someone on the inside. On the night you 'died', Gerard burnt down the Hale house," No. "He destroyed the vault, he destroyed everything connected to you. And then he went after the others."

"No," I choked out with a shake of my head.

People weren't supposed to die.

"They're all alive," he quickly muttered, as if reading my mind. "Everyone thought you were dead, they were mourning. Stiles' house was the first hit." It was as if someone had slapped me, I recoiled away from his words. "It was the first to be burned down, and then Scotts, Kira's, Malia's, Theo's, Liam's, mine. It was all destroyed, Ree."

I wanted to ring my hands around someone's neck, to scream bloody murder and rip apart anything and everything. Nothing happened in the way I wanted- how it was supposed to go.

"Gerard was going insane, he was losing it. Throwing a party in the street, they destroyed every small thing that was yours. Your books, your clothes, Allison's things..."

A blood curdling scream ripped from my lips as I threw my head into my hands. I didn't know if I could physically bear to hear anymore, I didn't know if I could take it. He destroyed everything, every last part of me- every part of her.

I'd been through hell, I was stronger than everyone thought. But what I was hearing was just too damn much- I was at my breaking point.

"The next twelve days were hell. There were fights, everyone tried to fight. But with you 'dead'... They didn't win-"

"What happened?" I suddenly begged.

Even if it ruined me, I needed to know. I needed to know just how bad things were, why they happened and how I ended up on a private jet because of it all.

"Gerrard declared that every supernatural creature had to leave Beacon Hills before midnight or else they would face execution."

He wanted us all out, just like years ago...

"There was a bounty placed on every member of the pack, each person with a million dollars placed on them. Nobody wanted to fight anymore- Everyones gone."

Gone?

A voice inside me told me to shut up, to not ask anymore questions and to leave it at that because I knew I hadn't heard the worst of it yet.

"Where? Where did they all go?"

"Nobody knows. Everybody went their own ways, they all agreed to cut contact, that way they would be less easy to find. They all disappeared. I hid your body, just like we discussed. Isaac knew, he was in on it- but they all thought we were both dead. And by the time Isaac made it to me, by the time he told me what was happening it was too late. I took your body to them, to try and tell them you were alive but everyone was gone. Nobody knows where. They are all gone, Ree. We can't go looking for them, we can't risk it."

I was hearing what he was saying, but at the same time I wasn't hearing a damn thing. They all disappeared? People didn't just 'disappear'. I didn't want to believe it, didn't want to entertain any of it- it was as if I was being suffocated.

They were gone.

We couldn't go looking for them.

I lost them all.

"Nobody knows I'm alive?" I whispered.

"Nobody knows."

Something inside me died. "Oh my god."

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