Notes:

So apparently, I'm back again. I actually finished writing the next chapter. I was actually going to go to sleep. Because in between writing the first chapter and writing this chapter, I had a 3-hour Shakespeare class, and I thought I was going to be so tired that I wasn't going to be able to finish the second chapter. But I proved myself wrong because I spent a little over an hour just writing this chapter. So there's that.

And also, I wrote like seven pages again, so there's that. I don't really have anything else to say because I just posted the last chapter like 10 to 20 minutes ago. So anything that I wanted to say, I said then, and nothing has changed for me cuz it's only been a few minutes, so here's the second chapter.

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Damon POV:

I was sleeping in bed, and my phone was ringing. I assume it's Stephan or Elena complaining about something or another, but funnily enough, it's someone I never expected to call me again in his life. It's dear old Stiles. I couldn't miss the opportunity not to pick up. Something interesting is always going to happen when he's around, and I'm here for it.

"Why hello, Stiles. I will tell you I did not expect you to call me this morning. What a wonderful surprise." I said, smirking into the phone.

I quickly stood up out of bed; sleeping was boring anyway.

"Stop; I have something important to discuss. Are you alone?" Stiles asks over the phone.

"Yes, I'm alone. Nobody likes to hang out with me anyway. So what's up? What dangers are you in now?" I am curious.

"Oh, not me actually; it has really nothing to do with me. But I remember you're friends with Bonnie, and I just thought I should let you know that I think she went missing because of a supernatural monster. Honestly, I don't really know much about it since it happened in Beacon Hills, and I am currently not there."

Hmm. I do like the Bon-Bon a bit.

"What supernatural monster exactly? And I thought you don't like her anymore." I said.

Stiles POV:

I didn't really want to tell him not yet. Because just in case he had heard of the ghost riders, I didn't want him to say no, I'm not gonna help you you're on your own.

So I phrase the prompts of him joining me like so,

"I don't like Bonnie. But if she's in trouble, I assumed you wanted to save her since you're her friend. I'm not that cruel of a person to just let her die. That being said, I also have someone who is in trouble, so I'm going to go there anyway, so I thought I might as well let you know just in case you wanted to help me since we had similar goals. And I will only tell you what creature awaits us in Beacon Hills if you agree to come with me. So if you want to come, meet me in California at the airport in 4 days. If you're there, then I'll tell you everything I learned. If you're not, then you didn't really need to know." I said, hoping that Damon would be curious enough just to join.

Luckily I was right.

"Fine. You have piqued my interest. Four days and I'll be in California. You better be there in this better not be a joke because I will come and find you. And you will not be happy when I find you," Was what Damien said as he hung up.

Well, that was one down and possibly two more to go.

Next on the list was calling Lydia. Because I assumed this phone call would be concise.

"Lyd's? Are you busy right now?" I asked.

"Oh, no, Stiles, I'm not busy, not at all, not like I have a final due in four hours. But what do you need?" Lydia sassed at me.

I didn't take it personally. I knew she was stressed because she was taking four honor classes. And apparently, she had a final due in four hours.

"Okay, I'll make it really quick. I just wanted to let you know that I was going to Beacon Hills for some time. I know you're probably wondering why I am ever trying to go back there. Trust me, I don't want to go, but unfortunately, there is some trouble happening, and my dad got caught up in the trouble, so I have to head over there. Peter is going to stay here and maybe head to New Orleans. Klaus is still somewhere in England doing whatever it is he's doing. I am going to head over there with Damon from Mystic Falls if you remember him because apparently Bonnie's wrapped up in it too, and he wants to save her. But we're going to go there in four days. I am going to try to convince my teacher to come with me for manpower and supernatural fighting force because he's really strong. And did you want to come too? You really don't have to if you don't want to, but I'm leaving it open for you to decide." I said all of this in one burst as fast as I could.

I was trying to minimize the time I was taking away from Lydia's final.

"Okay, I finally finished processing what you said. And if we leave in four days, I can come. I got to go, Stiles. We'll talk more later tonight. Bye." That was Lydia's very quick response before she hung up the phone, presumably finishing her test or finishing writing her paper.

But it was pretty much confirmed that she was coming, so now I've got two people, and we make a three-person party at the moment.

All that's left is to call my teacher.

And so I called him but unlike everyone else who was way too far away for me to talk in person. Rei just decided to pop in when he realized this conversation wasn't about teaching. Well, not really about teaching.

"Hmmm, so you're going somewhere, somewhere that's very dangerous, and you're going there why? Why are you involving yourself in stupid trouble when you're not even able to fully take care of yourself yet?" Rei asked.

"Well, my father is in trouble, so I'm going to save him. Did you want to come along with me because I won't be able to be taking your lessons if I'm in California and you're over here? You don't have to come. I can see why you don't want to. But I was just letting you know that our lessons would either have to stop for a while or you could tag along." I said.

I had given up, and I did not think he was going to come with me.

"California, and you said. Why not? I haven't been to California in a long time. Sure let's go continue teaching in California. Though if it gets too messy, I'm leaving. You can deal with chaos and strife on your own little Nogitsune." That is what my teacher said before disappearing into thin air.

He started calling me little Nogitsune. I don't really appreciate it, but even though I expressed to him that I don't like it, he still calls me it, so I just have given it up. It's not the worst name, but I don't like anything to do with the Nogitsune, so I'm not gonna like it. But I guess I'll have to embrace it at some point, so I might as well let him call me this. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. And I know he knows I don't like it, so he's a little shit for doing it. But unfortunately for me, he's very strong and very powerful, and he's a lot older than me, and I cannot do anything about it so he can call me whenever he likes. Even if he is annoying sometimes, he was a pretty good teacher, all things considered. So I'll just have to let some things go.

Now off to researching about the ghost riders and trying to find something. Anything I just need something to work with.

Four hours later...

Stiles POV:

Peter came home. He walked in about 2 feet before he looked at me on the floor, surrounded by papers. He sighed very deeply, putting his bag down, and walked almost up to me.

"What's wrong now?"

I looked up at him.

"Honestly, too much. But if you want what's really going on, apparently there this new monster in Beacon Hills. And it's so weird, and I even know what it's, yet it's taking me forever. I even have a name, but I don't understand." I said, falling back into the piles of paper behind me, just letting the papers water all over the room.

At this point, I was so tired, and my brain hurts so much that I just didn't care anymore. I just couldn't figure it out. How do you try to figure out something but nobody can remember existing? Peter sat down on the couch and rubbed his temples, trying to massage the headache that was probably forming at the mention of the words 'Beacon Hills'.

"Stiles, I thought we left Beacon Hills behind us. Why are we getting involved in Scott's problems? He's the alpha now; he should figure everything out. Let's just leave it to him. Aren't we going to go to New Orleans to go make friends with your friend Hayley and try to find her family? Honestly, I'd rather do anything than go back to Beacon Hills." Peter said.

"No, I know you don't wanna go back. I honestly don't want to go back either, but my dad got caught up in it, so I got to go back." I said, just as annoyed with Beacon Hills as he was.

I can't just leave my dad forgotten about forever.

"But you don't have to come. I know you don't like Beacon Hills. If you want, you could stay here or head to New Orleans ahead of me. Maybe secure a house or something since I will probably be staying there for a little while. I'm gonna go back to Beacon Hills with some people and try to solve the problem that's currently happening there. Just long enough to get my dad into safety, and then I am gone." I said, giving Peter the option to not come with me.

Because I know he doesn't want to go to Beacon Hills, and I really don't want to force him just because I'm going. He deserves a little vacation of his own. I can solve Beacon Hills' problem. Or at least I'm gonna try my hardest to. I have about a 100% success rate, so I might as well do it again.

"What friends are you taking with you?" Peter asked.

He's so damn aware and smart. I didn't really want to mention who I was bringing with me because I know he's not going to approve of at least both of them. Maybe just Lydia. I lick my lips and kind of averted my eyes, but he's a werewolf; you can tell I'm lying even if I try my hardest to sound believable.

"Well, Lydia said she wanted to come, so I'm taking her with me. And my teacher actually agreed to come with me, so at least I have someone really strong coming along. And apparently, my dad wasn't the only one caught up in the problem, but also Bonnie was caught up in the problem since she's currently at Beacon Hills right now. So a friend of hers decided to tag-a-long." I said, vaguely describing what was going on.

"Oh, what friend of hers?"

Shit.

"Damon," I said, figuring I might as well just say it.

"Oh, of course, who else? Well, good luck with that. Honestly, I have no advice because that group of people is going to cause mayhem, but you know what, maybe that's what Beacon Hill needs. Just a little more mayhem and chaos and destruction." Peter said, looking quite happy that he was not going.

"HAR HAR HAR. Well, at least with all of them, we have a chance of actually defeating these monsters that I can't even comprehend yet. Maybe Damon's heard of them since he's so old. And maybe I'll ask Rei as well; he is old as crap too. Probably even older than Damon. One of them has to know something. Because I cannot figure out a damn thing with these stupid notes and these useless bits of information that Malia is giving me. I have figured out absolutely nothing other than the name of the monster that is plaguing Beacon Hills right now. And unfortunately, the name gives me absolutely nothing." I screamed into the air, muffling it with my arm a little bit.

But I'm so frustrated. I have been sitting here for four hours since I hung up the phone with my teacher and nothing. Absolutely freaking nothing has changed.

"What's the monster called?" Peter asked, curious.

"Ghost Riders or something. Something about a hunt and how they take people and how they were never seen again. But there is nothing else. It doesn't tell me where they take them; it doesn't tell me how to rescue them. As far as I know, nobody has ever survived this monster before. but I wouldn't know because nobody freaking remembers anything." I said, throwing my hand in the air.

"Oh shit, of course, Beacon Hills attracts The Wild Hunt," Peter mumbled, leaning back into the couch.

I perked up off the floor for the first time in four hours, actually excited.

"You know!" I said, getting up and sitting on the couch next to him.

"Tell me!" I begged.

Peter was my salvation. He had the answers I was looking for. I did not need to research anymore. I will bow down to him forever.

"First, tell me why you're getting involved. If you don't have to get involved, don't." Peter said, avoiding talking about the wild hunt.

"Well, it's too late for that because my father has apparently disappeared today, or at least that's what Malia said. Well, she was trying to say, but she forgot what she was trying to say." I tried to explain to Peter, but then I kind of made myself confused at the end because the whole conversation I had with Malia was a big bubble of confusion.

"Well, that's not good. Honestly, I haven't heard good things. The wild hunt is an old story from what I remember from the fairytale book that I read out of when I was a child. It talked of hell hounds and ghost riders riding the storm into towns and villages and erasing people out of reality for eternity. Or at least that's what the book said. It's also said that the people that they erase go into a different dimension and that the only way you can get there is to be captured by the ghost riders themselves. But you can never escape. And also everyone forgets you. Stiles, I really don't know if you want to go there." Peter is skeptical about my success rate this time.

I understand because the more he speaks, the worse of a picture it paints in my mind.

"I agree with you; the more I hear about it, the less I want to go to Beacon Hills, but unfortunately, it's my dad, so I got to go. But don't worry, I'll be super safe, or I'll be as safe as I can be. And just don't forget about me." I say, making a lame joke at the end.

But there was nothing else I could do. I was going to go either way. I have to rescue my dad. I can't let him be erased from reality. And I can't leave him trapped in another dimension.

"Well, before you go, I can at least try to find you that fairytale book. I should have it somewhere. Let me look for it before you go." Peter says, getting up and going into his room; there were still a few boxes around the house that we just didn't unload.

After getting kidnapped, we just kind of left some stuff in the boxes because we didn't know if we were going to move or not.

"Thanks, Peter. I'll sit here for another hour trying to Google The Wild Hunt. And see maybe if I could get some results through that search." I said, sitting back down on the floor and grabbing my laptop that was buried under a few stacks of paper.

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Notes:

So I don't have anything else written nor my planning to write any more chapters tonight. I have class at 9:30 this morning since it's 12:00 right now. And I have to read a few stories for that class, so I'm going to hit the hay and hopefully be able to read all of the stories before class tomorrow. So I'll see you when I see you, and hopefully, it won't be a long time like my last month's break. Honestly, since I have got myself in a good place right now with the story, I should be able to update regularly, but I'm not going to make any promises because I never keep my promises, so peace out, guys!