born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter twenty three] phantom ghosts

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Aires pov...

I was suffocating and I was angry- two of the only 'emotions' that I could feel. And even then I wasn't truly 'feeling' them, they were just being forced down my throat.

Whilst everyone else was settling into Lanas house I was taking a breather away from them and their prying eyes and endless stream of questions I didn't have the answers to. The second I walked through the door at the clinic they all started looking to me, and they hadn't stopped since. Deja vu was starting to hit me, and I didnt like it one bit.

"What the hell happened?" Theo asked as he barrelled into the room, concern was painted across his face whilst his arms sat crossed against his chest.

"I don't know Theo- I had a bad feeling. Paul called me in, and then I just- I just knew Blake was gone."

With a frown on his face, he nodded whilst taking in what I was saying. And to think he was the same guy I hated seven years ago and yet he had somehow morphed into one of my best friends- one of my people. He knew how to read in between the lines, to pick up on the words I wouldn't say out loud. I couldn't communicate, and he got that. We were two halves of the same whole which made our conversations a whole lot easier, and also made it easier to get things done. If anyone could help me fix the mess we were dragged into, it was him.

"Did they comb through?"

"That's what Pauls doing at the minute, so far nothing. Just a bunch of disposable bodies sat around my penthouse. No evidence, nothing to trace them to Beacon Hills."

"So why are you here?" He questioned.

"Intuition."

It was all I had to go on, but there was a fine line between intuition and insanity. I could be going crazy, suffering in waves of paranoia- or I could be right. I just didn't know which one was right, and which one to trust.

"That and the fact that every road leads back to Beacon Hills." Isaac added as he slipped into the room, trying to make me feel a little less crazy. "The bodies Paul called us in for had the date of her 'death' carved in them."

"But they weren't addressed to you?" Theo questioned again, his words directed to me.

"No."

"Coincidence you were the one dealing with them."

From the way the word rolled off his lips I knew he was thinking the same thing I was, that it was all a coincidence, that somebody was playing a game and they didn't know I was a part of it. Isaac wasn't convinced just like the rest of them.

"We safe here?"

"This is the safest place for us to be. Nobody knows this house exists- he doesn't know." He could come through the woods and still wouldn't come across it, like the Nemeton.

"And what's the game plan? Get Blake back?"

A scowl stretched across my face as I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, captain obvious." A scowl jumped onto his face as he threw a glare my way, making me throw a sickeningly sweet smile back at him.

"Pack it in, both of you." Isaac warned.

"Yes dad." Me and Theo both echoed in unison eerily, amusing the both of us.

"I hate you both."

I let the amusement linger for a few more seconds before giving them both emotional whiplash and jumping back to the conversation. I wanted to mess around, to bicker for the fun of it- but I was also too close to Beacon Hills and too paranoid that the universe would sense I was contempt and try to snatch it away from me.