born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter twenty nine] the end of the beginning

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Aires pov...

The gravity of the entire situation was starting to weigh on me and somehow, I found myself sitting at a grave with nothing and everything to say. And even though I didn't have my humanity on anymore and hadn't had it on in a very long time, I still felt something every single time I thought of him.

"I need you," I whispered under my breath into the stone. "I need you, Derek. I need you now." I almost begged.

But who the hell was I supposed to beg? To talk to? I destroyed the other side, I destroyed the ancestors- I killed him. And it killed me. And he was still the only person I could think to run to when what was going to happen dawned on me.

I didn't dare to run to her grave, to go anywhere near where Gerard was sniffing about. I wasn't stupid enough to believe he was smuggled there to visit her, even if she was his granddaughter. He didn't have a caring bone in his damn body because if he did, he'd realise I loved her more than I loved life itself- that I would give my entire life up for one more minute with her. I couldn't go to her, it wasn't an option- and yet somehow, out of everyone I'd lost, I found myself in front of my brother's grave.

Lydia was tucked away with our little secret whilst I was asking Derek for answers I knew he couldn't give me.

Me or her.

One of us was going to die.

"Ree?"

My head moved to the side so fast I thought I was going to snap it. My eyes narrowed on Stiles, standing a few feet away from me, with an indecipherable look on his face. For the second time, he'd caught me off guard.

"What the hell are you doing here? Following me?" I accused, refusing to let my guard down.

"I came here to see the same person as you." He threw back with an overdramatic roll of his eyes.

The audacity of him to be sassy with me after everything- "Oh really?" I threw back with a roll of my eyes. "If you're going to lie, try to be realistic, Stiles."

"What makes you think I'm lying?" He snapped with a ghost of a smirk.

"The words that came out of your mouth."

As if he appeared out of thin air to visit Derek, my brother- a man he hated more than he liked.

"I've spoken to Derek more than you know."

"Oh really?" I threw back with a roll of my eyes. "Stiles-"

"If only you knew how many times I went to him, spoke to him, begged him for answers." He snapped in a harsh whisper as he walked closer towards me.

"Answers for what? I know it wasn't answers for how to fix the never ending mess we were always in because all of you always turned to me for those answers-"

A scoff fell from his lips as he stormed over to me. "Can you just shut up for five minutes?"

"I'll stop talking when you get serious-"

"I am being serious." He threw back whilst throwing his arms in the air.

We weren't going to get anywhere bickering with each other but I didn't know how to have a normal conversation with him- I didn't know if one was possible. Maybe we were too far gone, or too far deep to pretend to be normal around each other because we were both the people who could always see through the other. Maybe that was our biggest curse.

"You're being an idiot, you coming here was idiotic, Stiles."

"And why's that?"

"Because Derek is dead." I killed him and didn't we all know it. "You're going to a dead man for answers."