born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter twenty] an unfeeling masterpiece

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Aires pov...

What in the hell was I doing?

I'd perfected my self control, turned myself into an unfeeling masterpiece. I was smart, calculated, controlled- everything nobody thought I could ever be. I'd turned myself into perfection.

And yet, I was stupidly standing outside the clinic, on the border or Beacon Hills, in the middle of a thunderstorm. I'd been by the border not even an hour and yet I was already fucking things up, the rain was a sign of that. The weather was forecasted for it to be a warm, clear, starry night- until I arrived.

I had no business being anywhere near Beacon Hills, even with Blake missing. Isaac could have gone in for him- hell, anyone other than me could have gone after him whilst I stayed the mastermind behind the scenes. But he was gone, and red clouded my vision, it was all I could see. And for whatever twisted reason, Beacon Hills was drawing me towards it like a venus fly trap trying to snatch up its prey. Instead of being smart and ignoring the feeling, staying away for good measure because that was the right thing to do- I defied everything and went against everything I'd turned myself into.

I was willingly walking back into my own personal hell.

Without another thought, I threw open the clinic door and strutted inside. I didn't have time to waste and I couldn't afford to be near Beacon Hills longer than necessary. In and out. Grab Blake and go, and maybe spill some blood.

I couldn't get wrapped up in it all again. Wrapped up in Gerard, the memories, the magnetic pull. In and out, I had to get back out again.

"Who is it?" He called out. I'd barely been in the building for a second before he recognised my presence- a presence.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and even though I could do it all on my own, I needed to get the job done quicker and get the hell out before I fell back down the rabbit hole.

"I need your help." I called out before stepping into the doorway.

Ghosts stared back at me, making my heart drop into my stomach. I didn't hear any of their heartbeats when I walked into the building. If I did, I would've turned around and went across the border on my own.

"Oh my god."

It had to be a cruel joke- someone playing with me. The ghosts of everyone I loved and knew were staring back at me in the room, all wide eyed and paralysed. And suddenly, I was thankful for the fact that I'd turned myself into an unfeeling masterpiece because what in the holy hell was going on?

Why were they here? Deaton, Scott, Lydia, Malia- him. Every single one of them- I wasn't supposed to come back, they weren't supposed to know anything about me. I was supposed to stay dead.

My entire empire was starting to crumble at my feet but I refused to let it fall. I'd erase every one of their memories at the end, erase every trace of me when I got him back. Nobody got to fuck with what was mine and live to talk about it.

I couldn't understand what I was seeing, why the hell they were casually standing around in the clinic, outside a town that wanted them all dead. I was desperate, I wanted back what was stolen from me- I didn't want a reunion that was shoved down my throat.

I had made my peace with disappearing years ago, of losing everyone and everything I'd ever cared about. It was why I flipped the switch.

My eyes slowly scanned the room, scanned each of their faces until they accidentally locked onto him.