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Chapter 3: Down In Flames

"Well well well, someone notify the papers. You heard it hear first ladies and gentlemen, Derek Hale is actually EARLY to a meeting with Aria Thuron." I say sarcastically as I stroll towards the man sitting on the porch steps of the old Hale house.

I've been to Derek Hale's family home quite a few times before. I'd heard stories from Derek about what it was like before it was burnt to a crisp by hunters but I'd never seen it with my own eyes. It's a shame really because in its prime the house would have been beautiful.

"Very funny Aria." Derek replies, looking up from his phone. "So...how was your first day back at Beacon Hills?" He says with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Stop acting smug and let's cut the chit chat. What do you want to talk to me about?"

"We need to have a catch up. Lots of things have happened whilst you've been away to people very close to you."

"If you mean Scott is a werewolf and Stiles knows then I've already worked that out. I'm trained to spot the signs Derek." I say with a sigh. Derek knows that I'm trained in finding out what people know and who people are. I can spot a werewolf before even they know they are a werewolf.

"I know you Ari. I already knew you'd have worked it all out before I could tell you. It's not safe to talk about things here." He says as he stands up and walks towards me. He's one of the only people to ever make me feel short when he stands next to me. "You came in your car so follow me to my apartment okay?"

"Don't call me that. You lost the right to call me Ari after everything that you did."

"You know I hate what I did." Derek tells me. "Now can we please get a move on."

I've heard the same response a thousand times before. "I hate myself for what I did. What I made you do. I didn't have a choice." Then a swift change of subject. One thing I learnt very early on is that Derek Hale doesn't say sorry to anyone, particularly not to me.

I'm naturally very inquisitive and if I didn't go with Derek and hear what he needed to tell me then I knew I wouldn't be able to survive. He knew that too, he has always know that. I think he worked out that trait before I knew about it and he certainly used it to his advantage.

Stupidly, I ignore my brain's screaming pleas not to follow Derek and to just go home and spend some quality time with Stiles. Instead I listen to my heart and as I'm driving over to his apartment following him in his car, I can't help think that he's taken me in all over again. I left and got away from him and his family and my 'family' and Beacon Hills. I found out things that I needed to know and over time I forgot about the things I didn't want to remember but now, I'm back to square one. I'll be damned if I let him back in.

"Nice place you've got here." I say as I walk through the doors behind Derek. "All by yourself, lots of dark colours, places for you to brood. It suits you. Now let's get down to business. What do you need to tell me that you couldn't say when we were in the middle of an empty wood."

"It's your brother." He says avoiding making eye contact with me.

"Stiles? Derek I've told you I know that he knows about all of you and he doesn't know about me. I'd like to keep it like that. I swear to god if you told him about-"

"No." He says cutting me off. He doesn't like hearing certain things out loud especially when those things are about our past with each other. "Why would I tell him about that?"

"It's you Derek. I might have changed but so have you. I don't know what's going on in your head anymore." I say looking at the stranger standing in front of me that I used to know better than I knew myself. Him and I have changed and it's all because of time. Time is a bitch.

"It's about your other brother." That makes me stop. I take a sharp breath and look down at the floor. Derek is one of the only people to know about my real brother. He's a year older than Stiles.

A year after I was born my brother made his first appearance. When I was two years old and he was one our parents split up. It wasn't safe for them to be together and it wasn't safe for us children either. I was placed for adoption and Sheriff Stilinski adopted me. My mother kept my little brother with her and remarried to another man. Mom died a few years ago. I only know because I was keeping tabs on the two of them and my father. That's why I left and went to London. My father was there.

"What's happened? What's wrong? Is he safe?" Questions start to flood my mind. If I hadn't have left would I have been able to stop whatever happened? I don't even know what has happened and I'm already thinking the worst. That's what happens when you grow up in Beacon Hills and live your life like I do.

"He's fine and he's safe." Derek says still not making eye contact with me.

"What have you done?" I ask him. The only reason for him to be looking at the floor is if he was to blame for whatever happened. "You gave him the bite didn't you? Derek look at me."

"He wanted the bite Aria and he wasn't displaying the signs that you did at his age. His stepdad-"

"Stop trying to justify what you did Derek because I couldn't care less." I say turning away from Derek and heading to the door.

"Aria wait." Derek calls out and reaches out to hold me arm. "He asked me for the bite."

"You could've said no but you didn't because yet again the only thing that you care about is yourself and making sure you have lots of loyal little betas to save your alpha ass when the time comes. Now let go of my arm. You lost the right to touch me years ago and I can't stand to be near you right now Hale." I say tearing my arm from his surprisingly weak grip and heading to the door.

Derek gave my little brother the bite and turned him into a werewolf. Well this has just made my family even more messed up than we already were.