born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter twenty five] eveything has changed

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Aires pov...

Emmy was fast asleep, absolutely fine, and yet I refused to take my eyes off of her from where I was standing in the doorway. No matter how hard I'd tried, I couldn't shake the chill from the grave. It was trickling down my spine, up and down, sinking into my skin.

Even though I didn't have my humanity switch on, and hadn't in almost eight years- but watching Emory sleep was starting to become my daily routine. Someone had to protect her. She had me, Blake, Isaac and Theo. But still- it didn't ever feel like enough.

"Tee?" Emory whispered with a sniffle, and within seconds she was out of her bed and encased in my arms.

"Shh." I hushed whilst brushing her hair out of her face. "Go to sleep, you're okay."

Her little arms clung around my body, latching onto me and refusing to let go. She had nightmares all the time, every night, everytime she closed her little eyes. Just like I used to. Her latching onto me whilst she slept was normal- even though she never slept into Theo, Isaac or Blake's arms. Just mine, but then again, we had an understanding between us that the others didn't and wouldn't ever get. We were sculpted the same.

I slipped through the house, considering everyone in it was some type of supernatural and it was only midnight, the house being dead silent was weird. But then again, everybody was depressed over someone or something. It was all a mess, and I was adamant on avoiding all of it.

"She's seriously passed out in your arms again?" Theo stupidly remarked as I slipped into the kitchen, a stupid grin on his face that pissed me off.

"Wake her up with your obnoxious voice and I'll rake out your eyes with my nails-"

"Hey." Isaac snapped whilst pointing a stupid finger in my direction. "Stop the violence."

"Whatever you little baby. It's called a joke."

"Something Isaac wouldn't get because he's got a stick up his ass." Theo snorted, making a smirk tilt on my lips.

"Do you want me to stop help you next time she shoots you?" Isaac snapped.

"You didn't help me when he shot me." I threw back at Isaac, making him roll his eyes. "Either time." When I pissed him off a few months ago, or when I was in Eichen, though the second was a joke. Joking was the only way I was able to contain myself from ripping Theos head off for what he did.

"Hey, I didn't mean to shoot you in the chest!" Eichen house.

"Where the hell were you aiming then?" I threw back without thinking, but the second the words slipped past my lips my eyes locked onto Stiles standing in the doorway and suddenly, nothing was funny anymore.

For a second, everything was dead silent. "Probably me." Stiles threw in whilst walking into the room.

His eyes were stuck on me, and I could tell there was something on the tip of his tongue that he wanted to say. But the closer he got to me, the more his face hardened and I knew if I was gonna get it out of him I'd have to force it out. But not here, not now, not in front of everyone.

I tilted my head, silently questioning the look in his eyes. And ever so slightly, he shook his back. He was gonna be the death of me.

He stopped, so close to me I almost flinched back. "Seriously?" He whispered, a curious look in his eyes. He glanced between me and Theo.

"What about it?" I threw back whilst narrowing my eyes.

His lips parted as if he was about to say something, but once again, they closed and he backed out. Why couldn't he just say something- say anything- scream at me even. He should've been screaming at me, about anything- everything. He didn't know I was alive, he felt betrayed. And yet he wasn't screaming at me and that was all I wanted him to do for whatever twisted reason.