born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter twenty four] how did it end?

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Aires pov...

Isaac was stuck by my side, walking with me whether he liked it or not, and moping like a bitch baby whilst doing it. But I needed him with me so that I didn't do something stupid like snap someone's neck- which, I was way too close to doing stuck in that house.

"I hate being back here, I hate this town- more than anything." I admitted. I could feel his eyes on me as we walked, but I couldn't look at him. He was the only one who ever got bits of me like this anymore.

"The town or the memories?"

"Both." I threw back coldly. "And if it was my choice, I'd burn it all to the ground with everyone in it."

Silence lingered in the air as he measured my words, working out what to say. Only he would ever hear words like that come out my mouth, and even though he knew that, he also knew not to take it for granted. One wrong word and I'd go back to being the unfeeling girl I'd mastered being.

"Just to forget it all?" Oh wouldn't that be so damn tempting.

"It would all be easier if Klaus could just compel it all away."

Being around them, all the people I used to love... My emotions were off. But the switch was rocking back and forth again and it was torture. Like someone was shoving glass down my throat and making me swallow.

I just wished everyone was dead, including myself. It would all be easier. Simpler.

Me, Isaac, Theo, Chris, Malia, Blake...

Maybe then he wouldn't be getting tortured-

"You getting deja vu again?"

My eyes flew to Isaac- accidentally, and the second they did I ripped them away. Damn him for catching me off guard.

"Over?" I asked as casually as I could force.

"You walking through the woods, Blake missing. Stiles was taken this time almost eight years ago-"

"It isn't the same."

I didn't need him putting any ideas in my head because for once, it was somewhat straight despite all the chaos and shit unfolding- and him putting ideas in my head about her and what happened eight years ago wasn't going to help. Aires Hale was dead. She was gone. And nothing about what was happening was similar to what happened eight years ago.

"How so?" He threw back.

"It just isn't."

It wasn't the same. Aires Hale was dead. Stiles wasn't missing.

"What do you want to do-"

"I just want to get Blake and get out." I snapped coldly.

I'd changed my mind, again. Because that's what Beacon Hills did to me. It fucked with my head over and over again- and I couldnt be anywhere near it for longer than absolutely necessary. The weapon- his weapon, had been my obsession for years. But I couldn't fall down the rabbit hole again. I had to get out before this town dug its claws into me. If I stayed, everything would change. But if I ran... again...

"But you can't'." Isaac whispered, and I fucking hated him for it. "Why not?"

"Because the second I walked into the clinic they all looked to me, and they have been since."

Everyone always looked to me. They looked to me when I was fifteen- a child, and now at twenty five, even though I was forever eighteen. And that was because they looked to me. Everything that happened was because of me- my birth, my magic, my family. All roads lead back to Aires Hale- so how the hell could I blame them for looking to me?

I didn't want to open that can of worms, but leaving with Blake and not helping the others would be selfish. And damn it- I was selfish. I went eighteen years being selfless. Sure I had my moments of selfishness. My dark magic, all the people I'd killed and the blood on my hands. But I'd gone the past eight years being completely selfish, and without a single regret.

But Stiles' damn eyes were burned into my mind. The way he looked, the way he looked at me- he was still looking to me.

"And what are you going to do?" He prompted, and I could feel myself ticking like a time bomb.

"I don't know, Isaac." I forced out as calmly as I could.

"Well what do you think you should do-"

"Kill Gerard." He needed to die, there was no doubt about that. "I lost a lot because of Gerard." I lost so much it almost killed me. "I should kill him."

"And why do you think that?"

"Because he stole everything- because he continues to steal everything! He's been killing people for years, people who were innocent. Satomi, Brett- He's killing children, Isaac." I'd heard through the grapevine from Paul about what had been going on in Beacon Hills. The children he'd killed- innocent children. And I'd tried to let Paul handle it. But being so close to Gerard- I was reaching my limit. "He's controlling, manipulative, and he has to die."

"And so he will."

For a second, I let Isaacs words bounce around in my head, connecting everything together. My eyes flew to his whilst my feet stopped, leaving me standing in the woods of a town that hated me. That wanted me dead. It would be easier to burn it all to the ground- an eye for an eye. But I wasn't going to do it, even though I wanted to. Isaac knew that, he knew my mind better than myself. He got me to say out loud what I didn't want to, but what my mind had made up.

"Are we doing this?" I demanded, not caring how loud I was talking and who could hear. "Seriously?"

"We can."

"Okay."

"But if we get Blake, Liam and everyone out unharmed, we could all disappear again."

"We could..."

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Aires pov...

Mine and Isaacs conversation was playing on my mind. Repeating itself over and over again whilst I lapped Beacon Hills. Everything seemed under order. It was all so eerily under control, and it was making me tick. Getting rid of all of them would mean the death of so many, so much blood on my hands- all the warehouses, all the soldiers... I didn't get to determine who lived or died. But if they kept me from Gerard, I could live with the crimson red that would splatter.

Beacon Hills was nothing like the place I once 'loved', even though I didn't truly love it. Everything was different, eerie, robotic. He'd ruined the town.

I lapped back to the Hale house, even though showing up was suicidally stupid. But Lana's house... I just needed to be somewhere where I could breathe without prying eyes, somewhere the mask could slightly slip.

Because for a second, I felt fifteen and I needed to ground myself because nobody was here to help me and I refused to go to anyone for help ever again- even Blake. I'd crawled my way out of hell too many times, lost everything over and over again. And I could do it by myself, I had to do it by myself.

I slipped into the garden, only to stop the second my eyes laid on the stone where my tree used to be. My tree was gone, and a stone grave was sitting in its place.

A chill raced down my spine and for a second, my lips parted before I snapped them back shut. What the hell was it? Who the hell was it? Why the hell was it in my back garden and why the hell was my tree gone. My fingers suddenly wrapped around the ivy and ripped it off before I could even think about what the hell I was doing.

Aires Hale.

I was staring down at my own grave, with my name, where they buried me without a body.

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Shes back...

Writing this Aires Hale knowing she was so different a few books ago is so depressing, she's really been ruined my poor girl.