born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter sixteen] grey

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Aires pov...

I was a liar. I hated lying, but sometimes it was necessary. Keeping him, and the incident, a secret was necessary. And if I had my way it was going to forever stay a secret.

A sigh slipped past my lips as the doors closed behind me, I was back in New York, in my million dollar penthouse- I was home. But none of it was real, and Paul getting in my head about Aires was reminding me of how my entire life had turned into a lie.

Nobody knew I was alive, and for the first time the supernatural world was at peace. And it was all because I was dead. The supernatural world had changed. There was a new hierarchy- order.

And no one ever mentioned the name Aires Hale.

For years I'd searched for Lana, but there wasn't a trace of her. I chalked it up to her being dead and Gerard being a vile monster and hiding her body away somewhere. Because I'd searched for her, combed through every city I could think of and she was nowhere.

She wasn't the only one missing.

After Klaus left, I'd kept tabs on him. Hope had grown up, the rest of the Mikaelsons were awake- and then disaster hit them again. Five years ago, the Mikaelsons disappeared from New Orleans, all scattered, and all not allowed to see each other.

I'd thought about trying to find them individually, to let them in on the secret. But Klaus got to them before me, he thought I'd killed myself like the rest of the world assumed. They already started to mourn me and I just couldn't... I had to leave them alone, they weren't my family.

I was nobody's daughter.

With a small shake of my head, I dismissed all of my thoughts of that time of my life. Nostalgia was the devil, and I couldn't afford to think about any of it. I didn't believe somebody was after me, but Paul was adamant that somebody was.

I was careful, I was calculated- and I was the very best in the world at what I did. I had hundreds of identities, hundreds of dollars, and the advantage of what I was- even though I barely used it. I was the perfect assassin, nobody knew who I was. But if he thought someone was after me it was better to be safe than sorry.

As I strutted through my penthouse and slipped past the doors and onto the balcony, I lit a cigarette and balanced it between my fingers. 

"Hello love," Blake hummed from behind me as his arms wrapped around my body, drawing me into his chest.

Even through his soft whisper I could hear his distaste for the cigarette between my fingers. So with a roll of my eyes I flicked it off the balcony and turned around in his arms.

I forced myself onto the tips of my toes expectantly, and as his head bent down I crashed my lips onto his. A week was too long without seeing him, but he couldn't always come with me- even though I pushed for it all the time.

As my hands dove into his hair, his hands dropped to the backs of my thighs and lifted me up until I was sitting on the balcony with my legs dangling, close to falling to my death.

"What happened, love?" He whispered against my lips as he pulled away.

He knew me too damn well... "I think I need to disappear for a little while."

A mix of a frown and a furious scowl twisted on his face. "Why?"

"Somebody's after me."

He hadn't told anyone about what happened two years ago, he kept it a secret all that time, why now? Why would he come after me? He wouldn't. Even though he was the perfect person to ruin me, he wouldn't. He was a stranger to me, but I still knew who he was. Why would he come after me? Did he really hate me that much?