Notes:
Hehehe, I love this chapter!
It's so great, I just am going to love to write as Rei the Kitsune Stiles is supposed to learn from.
I explain a bit why he's kidnapped, but I'll go into the lore and stuff in the next chapter. Not today tho. (hopefully tomorrow, but no strong promise on that)
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Stiles POV:
Owwww. Fuck my head. I must've had some party yesterday. Wait, werewolves can't get hungover. What the hell? I tried to push my hair out of my eyes, but my hand didn't move.
What? I actually open my eyes; where the fuck am I? I'm tied to a chair with chains. In some big empty room. Like really empty, I was the only thing in this room: me and this chair.
What the heck happened?
How long have I been here?
Peter POV:
Ughh, I wake up in a bad mood. I can hear people. Why'd they have to come over so early? I walked downstairs, expecting to see Stiles, but it was just Klaus and Lydia sitting on the couch.
"Where's Stiles?" I ask as I walk to the coffee pot; I'm too tired.
"That's what I wanna know. I came over to get a tour of the campus, but he's not here," Lydia said.
I look confused for a second; then it comes back to me.
"Oh wait, he went outside last night. After everyone left, I went to bed, but he woke me up saying that he had to go somewhere...he wouldn't tell me though. Hmmm. He should've come back." I said, leaving the coffee to go grab my phone.
I called from my room,
"Have you called him?"
"No. I thought he might've had class." Lydia said.
I walked back in,
"Not until after twelve. We don't like to wake up early." I said as I dialed Stiles' number.
I was worried, but he picked up right away.
"Stiles, what the hell? Where are you?" I asked.
"Hale?"
I growled at the voice,
"Argent! Why do you have his phone?" I growled.
Lydia stood up, worried. Klaus looked curious.
"Relax, I didn't do anything. I picked his phone off the ground. Come to 3rd St. Stiles was here last night."
My eyes burned blue,
"What do you mean was there ? Where is he now?"
"I have no idea. I'll show you where I last saw him. The intersection of 3rd St, near a coffee shop. Be there."
I slam my phone.
"Damn it, Stiles," I say as I grabbed my shoes.
"Argent as the hunter you were talking about yesterday?" Klaus asks.
"Yes," I say, grabbing my keys, motioning them out of the house and down into the car.
It's not like they weren't going to come.
As I pulled up, I see Chris standing out in front of his car, holding Stiles' phone. In front of his car is Stiles' Jeep, void of Stiles.
"Where's Stiles?" Lydia says, looking into Stiles' car.
"Who's your friend?" Chris said, wary of Klaus as he walked behind Lydia.
"He doesn't matter; where is Stiles?"
Chris beckons us into the alleyway and points to a half-dried up wet spot on the pavement.
"Well, last night, I last saw him here. He walked into this alley, then got jumped and thrown in a trunk. Then the person drove away." Chris says, but he's not telling the truth.
"You didn't help him?" Lydia yells while at the same time I growl,
"I can hear the deceit in your words; tell me the truth now, or I'll kill you."
Chris just looks at Klaus,
"Oh, he knows, alright. Well, honestly, the real version isn't that much better. I saw this car pull up and park, then an older guy got out and walked into the alley and disappeared in the darkness. I didn't think anything of it until I saw Stiles' Jeep pull up. He looked around like he was looking for something and then walked into the alleyway as well. He picked up a phone that the guy had dropped on the floor, and then all of a sudden, the guy that disappeared materialized behind him and smacked him in the head with a sword. At that point, I got out of the car with my gun to help and started to run over there. I was a little bit farther away. By the time I got anywhere close, the guy had picked up Stiles and was heading to his car and tossed him in the trunk. I held up my gun, and I was walking forward when it started to rain. Like pouring rain so hard that I could not see two feet in front of me. By the time it stopped raining, and the car was gone, and so was Stiles." Chris finished pointing the way the car left.
What kind of freaking supernatural creature materializes out of thin air. How am I supposed to freaking find this guy or Stiles? I groan in frustration.
"Can you pick up the scent?" Lydia asks.
"Not if it rained."
I look at Klaus, "Can you?"
I didn't know if his nose was better or not. All I was getting was rain and the ocean, which was weird as we were kind of far from the ocean. Klaus sniffs around for a while, while Argent stares at him.
"I smell Stiles. Plus, the ocean."
Klaus said, confused,
"But the ocean smell is weird. It's not natural, I don't know why it seems familiar, but it does. I've never smelt it before like this, but it seems similar to something. I don't know, but it's true they are going that way; it's very faint, but I can still smell it. Follow my scent, Peter, I'll go ahead." Klaus says as he speeds away.
I grumble at the speed, but at least he can smell Stiles, so whatever. I get into the car with Lydia. As we are driving, I see the Argent following. Whatever, he can at least identify the guy who took Stiles.
I follow Klaus's scent onto a forest road, and we end up in a deserted town. Empty boarded-up buildings and no sounds. But I can smell the ocean again. Weird.
"Hey Peter, I was thinking of the sudden shower and the smell of rain and the ocean. Could it be some creature that has to do with water? And why would Stiles go there alone in the middle of the night? And why did he kidnap Stiles? This is weird." Lydia says as I park.
"I agree something weird is happening," I said, but I just don't know what.
Stiles POV:
It's a while since I've been up. There are no windows, so I don't know what time it is, but in the distance, I hear the sound of a car. But it seems so far away it's almost weird how I can hear it. And it doesn't sound like it's getting closer or going farther away it's just out of earshot a little bit in the direction to my left.
So far, I haven't seen anybody appear or heard anything other than that car just now. The chains are impossible to get off; no matter how hard I struggle or how much strength I put in, they won't come undone. Since I can't do anything about my current situation, let me try to remember what exactly happened yesterday. Or was it early morning? Doesn't matter, same difference.
I remember the party. I remember telling Peter I was going somewhere and then I remember coming to the coffee shop, and then I remember picking up a phone but I don't remember why I was there at all. I don't know who I was going to see, and I don't know how exactly I got chained up here. I feel like there are parts of my memory that are missing, but I can't exactly tell because I don't remember.
Something obviously kidnapped me as I'm chained to a chair in an empty room. Could it be Chris? Hopefully not, Scott or Deaton, but honestly, in that scenario, I might actually be dead, so probably not them either. This couldn't be a prank; it's a little too out there for a prank. Did some random supernatural creatures just decide to kidnap me for no freaking reason? As out there as that seems, it actually seems like a viable option considering my life.
Ughhhhh, why me?
Another Person's POV:
Hmmm. He seems pretty pathetic. As I quietly stare at the boy. He made a pathetic attempt to break the chains. And is just sitting there whispering to himself.
But I can't truly trust him, not with that dark aura. I didn't think Eleanor was angry at me. Even if she was, to send a Nogitsune, after me? She's a crazy witch. What will I do with him? Hmmm.
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Notes:
OOooooooooooooooooooo
Cliffhanger, it's been a while since I got to do that. I was gonna add the other perspective in the next chapter but I decided to give a taste.
Anyway, lmk what you think so far! And are you excited about this new trickster?
