Notes:
Since I'm updating all of these chapters one after another I don't really have anything to say.
But I hope you enjoy reading.
I'm also going to be switching perspectives a lot. Because everyone's always separated and everyone has their own feelings and since the story is written in first-person point of view seeing their feelings is important so I'm switching around.
Also, all of my other stories are written in the first-person but the story that I write the most often is written in the third-person and it's really screwing me because I'm so used to writing in the third-person now that writing in the first-person is like a challenge cuz sometimes I switch to 3rd person by accident and I have to go back through and fix it.
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Stiles POV:
{over the course of ten days}
I racked my brain for hours. I played around with the keyboard and even learned how to focus the functions.
The mouse worked, and I had more control of everything. That third monitor would show me anything I was thinking about. There was a dusty pack of faded yellow sticky notes on the desk and two pens, one was all dried up, but the other one worked after a little bit of effort.
I wrote down all the relevant information to brainstorm what was happening around me outside and what I was capable of in this room.
In my mind, this room was sort of like a battlefield war room. But it was like I had an above the battlefield view, watching all of the pieces move in accordance with one another, and I could also control how the pieces moved, sort of like chess. It's' like the world was the board, and the people on it were the chess pieces, and I was the one who was strategizing the battle/game.
At first, I didn't' touch anything other than the little bit of exploring I did to figure out the functions of all the pieces. But from that moment onwards, all I did was watch.
I watched the board, and I watched how the pieces moved around.
I checked in on what Lydia and Rei were doing. I tried to deduce what they were planning on the outside so that I could coordinate something on the inside.
On the outside, they were trying hard for the first few days. Then they seemed to forget about our existence.
Damen and I left their minds completely.
But a quick text from Peter reminded them of our existence.
They continued their search, searching Beacon Hills and reading the book over and over again, trying to discover something that would help them defeat the Wild Hunt or kill the Ghost Riders who were taking people left and right.
...
As days passed, the train station got more and more full.
Every time the train arrival bell sounded, where normally a train would come in, it signaled the arrival of the Ghost Riders bringing in their newest batch of stolen souls.
I watched and waited day after day. I was making a strategy in my head. I was the one in control for some reason, so that's why I had to take it to my advantage. I had to play the game that was set before me and win no matter what.
Because if I didn't' win, then what would happen to me in this room, and what would happen to my friends, my dad, and this town? What would happen to all of that if I were to fail and lose this game?
So instead of rushing it, I sat back, and I strategized for days and days.
But I was lucky; I had an innate advantage; even though I didn't enjoy being a Kitsune or a Nogitsune or whatever I was, at least I knew that Nogitsunes and Kitsunes were great at playing tricks, and we loved to play games, especially strategy games.
The more chaos and strife that I could cause, hopefully in my favor this time, maybe with all of this combined, we could get out of this all in one piece, and I can win this game.
Five days after Stiles and Damon disappeared...
Lydia POV:
I was currently standing in the middle of the street. I was walking across the crosswalk, but then I forgot why I was walking across the crosswalk.
I feel like I had something important to do, but for the life of me, I can't remember.
I was researching something about the Wild Hunt and I was investigating a way to stop it. I know that much.
But why was I working on my own?
Why wasn't I working with Scott? That confused me the most. For some reason, it felt like I didn't' want to speak to him.
I got out of the middle of the road and I just stared into the distance I was forgetting something but I just place my finger on it. But I feel like I was forgetting something really important.
But no matter how far back I thought I just could not remember what it was. And after a little while, I thought about it again and it didn't' really seem that important in the first place it must have just been something stupid.
Nothing to really worry about I should continue investigating the Ghost Riders in the wild Hunt that was what was important, not some random thing I forgot about.
Rei POV:
Huh... that's' weird.
Where the hell am I? I'm' in someone's' house, definitely not mine, not my style for sure.
What was I doing?
I look at the book in my hand and I read the title, Wild Hunt. I've' heard legends about the wild Hunt but why would I be reading a book about it. I don't' care about it. It wouldn't' affect me anyway. If it was happening in any place I was staying in I would book it and leave right away.
I left the house walking outside and observing my surroundings.
I feel like I've' been here before. Like I know this town, but it's' been probably decades since I've' been here.
This town if I remember correctly, if I really think back I think that I knew a Kitsune that lived here.
Yes, yes, another Kitsune who was pregnant. She was a friend of mine, right, I remember now.
This is Beacon Hills and my friend lives here. Or lived here I don't' know if she does or not anymore. Her name was...Noshiko...Yukimura.
That's' right she and her family had been living here for generations upon generations.
I wonder if I came here to see her again.
I feel like I remember a young Kitsune, maybe her child.
Maybe she called me here to teach her child, yes teach, I remember teaching a kid...some young Kitsune...it has to be that otherwise who else could it be. And why else would I be here?
I wonder why my memory is so finicky.
There is definitely something going on but I can't' place it yet.
Seven Days Since Stiles and Damon were abducted...
Peter's POV:
Klaus had left two days ago to go do something.
I was in the middle of calling Lydia when I disconnected the call and just looked at my phone. Why on Earth was I calling Lydia of all people. She hates my guts. But for some reason, I felt like I should be calling her to tell her something but I can't' remember what it is I was supposed to tell her.
I look around my apartment for notes and other things that could lead me to a clue as to what I was supposed to call her about but I couldn't' fathom nor find anything relevant. After a while, I just forgot about it.
It wasn't that important anyway and if it was she would call me and ask me about it. Probably some information about a monster or something plaguing Beacon Hills as always, but as of now, it is no longer my issue.
Anyway, the only thing on my mind right now was betrayal and heartache.
It's been so many years but my dear dead old sister still fucks with me. How could she justify taking away memories that were so special and important to me? My best friend died, and I didn't mourn for her death for years.
I was oblivious; I couldn't even remember her.
Until just now, when I had to help to remember the memories that were taken from me.
I thought the memories of my child were the only thing that was taken from me, but it was like everything was taken from me.
Was I that untrustworthy and that unstable? Was Talia able to just play with my mind and mold it to whatever she wanted? Why was I so easy to take advantage of? To forget all of these important moments in my own life.
I couldn't'mourn for my best friend and my lover. I forgot the existence of my own child, even if it was born out of terrible circumstances.
Was I not trusted to raise my own child? Was I going to be that bad of a father when I wasn't even given the chance or choice to try before it was decided for me?
Here I am now and some random place halfway across the country from my hometown. Alone.
My best friend is long dead, and my kid probably hates my guts thinking of a psychopath because all of her friends are telling her that I am and I can't' be trusted. To think my own daughter doesn't' even trust me.
Maybe I'm' just cursed.
Maybe it was better this way.
...
Peter cried for a few hours after all that thinking. He finally mourned over the loss of his friend and lover. He mourned over the lost memories that were taken from him.
All the emotion that had been hidden locked away behind the claws of his dead sister, he mourned about all of that. He cried and cried, feeling pretty worthless and alone. His pack had died. He was hated by the only family he had left. It felt like a chunk of his heart was missing.
And as the days passed on, this feeling in his chest grew stronger and more painful. It was like he was losing his pack all over again, but he couldn't' explain why he was feeling this way. Since he lost his pack from the fire, he hadn't created a new one, other than the failure that was Scott McCall.
But it felt like he forgot something so important, almost like he was losing his pack again if he didn't remember it.
But he couldn't possibly remember what it was.
And as the days passed on, he started feeling even more lonely and started going a little crazy with his own thoughts.
He started feeling anger from how he was betrayed, yet he was sad and alone because of all these thoughts rolling around in his head. He didn't' leave the apartments for days. He didn't' contact anybody or call anyone.
To the point that even Klaus worried for him.
Klaus POV:
"Hello, Peter. Are you in there?" Klaus asks, knowing the answer already.
He could hear Peter's erratic heartbeat and heavy breathing. He thought for a second that maybe he was in trouble and opened the door forcefully, walking into Peter's apartment.
He wasn't expecting Peter to fly at his throat, attacking him the moment he walked in.
He threw Peter across the room into the bookshelf opposite the door.
"What the hell are you doing? Why did you attack me?" I asked Peter.
But it was like I was talking to a mindless animal because instead of answering, he charged again, and instead of aiming for my neck, he aimed for my heart with his claws all sharp and pointy-like. I was faster than him as a vampire and as a werewolf. And as a hybrid, I was out of his class. I held Peter on the floor with my hand on the back of his neck, and I growled, trying to bring him back to reality.
"Peter! What the hell happened to you? Why are you out of control? You're' normally the one in control the best. It's' normally you who have to calm down Stiles; what's wrong? Did something happen? Is it Stiles? You have to talk otherwise; I won't' understand." I asked, having to struggle to keep him down.
He was stronger than he looked.
But every time I said Stiles' name, he seemed to slightly calm down for a moment, almost like he recognized the name, but he didn't' know why.
"Peter?" I asked one more time as he stopped struggling for some reason.
"Get off me," Peter mumbled with his face smashed into the floor.
"Are you going to try to kill me again? Because if so, we can talk like this." I sassed back, keeping the pressure on him.
"No...let go, Klaus," Peter growled.
"Fine," I grumbled, letting go of his neck and backing away very quickly just in case this was all some clever ploy to attack me again or something.
But instead, Peter just slowly rises off the floor, brushing off some wood pieces that came from the broken bookshelf I threw him into earlier. He cracks his neck like it was stiff and looks at Klaus, annoyed.
"What do you want?" Peter asks.
"I was just coming over to check up on you since neither you nor Stiles or Lydia had called me recently. Also, I can't' seem to reach Stiles at all. And every time I call Lydia, it disconnects, saying the number is not in service anymore or that I have no connection or some other reason or another that will not let the call go through. So I was coming over to ask exactly what they were doing when they went back to, ...what do you call it, Beacon Hills?" I asked.
Peter looked at me like I was crazy.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," He said flatly.
"Huh, What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"Listen, Klaus, I don't' understand why you're' checking up on me when we're' not really even friends. Also, why would I talk to Lydia, she hates my guts, and I don't' particularly like her either. And I left Beacon Hills a while ago. Why would I be calling anyone back there? Nobody likes me enough to talk to me, and I don't' really want anything to do with the place anymore. Also, I don't' know who this Stiles person is, but no matter how much you ask me about him, I don't' know who it is." Peter said seriously, acting like everything he said was what he believed to be true.
"What...?" How the hell did he forget about Stiles.
What was going on?
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Notes:
Anyway, one more chapter after this, and then I'm going to take a little break.
And maybe I'll post more tomorrow or the next day or whenever I continue writing.
But soon definitely, definitely soon.
