born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter nineteen] the ghost of me

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Aires pov...

"What the hell are you thinking going back there?"

I wasn't thinking, I could barely breathe with the letter burning in my pocket.

Telling him about it was on the tip of my tongue, Isaac was my right hand man. I trusted him with everything, he knew me inside and out. The good, bad and extremely ugly. He'd always known me, and always would. He was one of the only people in the world who would ever understand me and actually see me. And that was the reason I was keeping my mouth shut.

Someone took Blake.

Blake who's an assassin. A vampire made from Klaus himself, trained to kill- and yet he was a ghost.

Someone could take Isaac.

"I think that's where Blake is." I threw back before ripping two of the guns off of my thighs and taking one out of my back pocket. It was a bit excessive tying them to me, however, they were still coming with me.

I'd either get Blake back in a clean little way or I'd leave a blood bath- there was no in between. I'd rather use my teeth or bullets- or if it came to it my mind. All three were just as deadly.

"What?" He threw back as if the thought was wild.

"Blake goes missing, there's a blood bath left in the apartment, someone with bullets from a dealer in Beacon Hills tried to kill us and there were bodies found on the border of it- a body which also had the date of my death written into it."

The word 'my' slipped past my lips before I could stop it, and from the way Isaac flinched at the sound of it, I could tell that my words were ricocheting in the perfect way. He didn't expect me to say it, hell I didn't- but he was quickly catching up to where my mind had flown to.

I didn't know if Blake was one hundred percent in Beacon Hills, but I could feel an eerily weird calling to it for the first time in years. Everywhere I looked there was a haunting reminder of the ghost town, and even though I'd rather burn at the stake than willingly walk back into that town- Blake was gone. And there was a letter left with the final tie I had to that town.

"We'll go back to the head quarters and come up with a game plan-"

"I'm not wasting my time, Isaac."

"You have to think about this-"

"He's gone!"

It was as simple as that and yet he wasn't understanding.

"If you want to storm Beacon Hills I'll follow you." He said it without a hint of conflict in his eyes. "But I need you to take a minute to think about this, Tee."

Tee.

Ree.

I wasn't thinking clearly, and maybe I was wrong- maybe someone else took Blake or maybe he disappeared for a good reason. Maybe the ghostly eeriness he left behind had nothing to do with Beacon Hills or maybe it had everything to do with it.

I was raging, ready to rip someone to shreds- and I just needed to go to Beacon Hills.

"I'm going to Beacon Hills." I had no other choice, I had to go to where I was being pulled even though it was against every fibre of my being.

"And I'm following you there."

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Aires pov...