Notes:
Okay, this is the last chapter for today. I started writing the next chapter as well but I didn't finish it so I'm not going to post it today probably.
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Klaus POV:
"Wait, so you're telling me you have no idea whose Stiles is, and all you can remember is that you recently got your memories back after we did the whole claw in your neck thing, and all you can remember is that you have a child that your sister made you forget about and you forgot about your friend and lover who is dead," I ask.
"Yes. I'm pretty sure our relationship is also very business-related, and you normally don't care this much. what's going on exactly?" Peter asked, looking completely confused about why I even seemed to care about him.
"What was Stiles doing?" I asked.
"I don't know a Stiles!" Peter argued back but seemed confused.
"I don't know...I can't remember...did someone mess with my memories...again...why...?" Peter asked sadly.
I paused; he wasn't lying; he truly did not know anything.
Well, that was...troubling. Hmmm.
What to do.
Lydia POV:
There's definitely something wrong with my memory.
It's like I remember bits and pieces of the past few months, but there's just something really important missing from it. For the life of me, I cannot remember, though. But I feel like it's very important to remember, yet I just can't.
Were the Ghost Riders monsters that could mess with your memory? I don't remember.
Well, isn't that the problem? Hmm...
Besides forgetting things, I noticed some weird things that are just out of place in my life. I walked into my mom's house, which I felt like I hadn't been in forever, but that couldn't be the case cause where else would I be?
But besides that feeling, there was some luggage there that my mom didn't know where it came from, and I didn't know where it came from. My mom was going to just toss it, but I didn't want to. I told her that I thought it was a friend of mine and that I should keep it until they come back. But I honestly couldn't tell you who owned any of this luggage. It definitely belongs to 3 guys but 'who?' I couldn't tell you.
One particular bag of luggage seemed so familiar. Like the clothes in it just seemed so nostalgic, but I couldn't tell you why.
This was all really messing with my brain because I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't explain why.
After searching through all the luggage and finding absolutely nothing useful except that whoever owned the other luggage's were older by the stuff they carried, and one luggage was full of weird shit, but I honestly couldn't tell you who owned it, like who carries a kimono as casual wear. And what we're all these little bottles of liquid. They looked clearly not natural, and I clearly did not want to mess with any of them.
So after that, I left the luggage's alone and just stored them in my closet, hoping that I would remember something at some point.
After going through my room to find out some clues about why I don't remember anything it seems like my room was just stagnant from some point to now. Like it seemed like I was using my room very regularly, and then I just dropped everything and stopped. But I couldn't tell you why.
...
After a few days, I thought that I should go on my laptop and see what I've been doing in the past few months. If I couldn't figure out what I was doing physically, at least electronically, there was evidence that I was doing something. All my emails were about colleges and applying to places. I had recently emailed something, but it didn't seem that important. At least, I don't think so.
But one thing that I noticed that was weird was that that last email that I sent out and the last person I called was Peter Hale.
Why would I be in contact with Peter Hale of all the people to talk to right before I forgot everything?
Why would it be him?
I didn't really think that he did anything; I mean, he was a bastard, and he did fuck with me quite a bit a few years ago, but as the years progressed, while he has been only thinking about himself, at least he hasn't been proactively trying to screw us all over. But that's all the nice things I can say about him.
But why would I be calling him? Also, the last call I received was a phone call from him, and I answered it, and we chatted for about 10 minutes before we hung up.
10 minutes is a long time to talk to someone, especially someone I don't like.
Maybe if I called him again, it would be a clue as to why I can't remember or maybe he can tell me what we were talking about last time we talked because obviously, it was something important yet I can't remember anything about it.
Peter POV:
Everything was weird. Klaus was overly concerned about me even though we barely really knew each other. I mean, I did help him with a ritual for some reason that I can't remember, but it's not like he should be so concerned about me, especially him being concerned about anything is weird.
He seemed really invested in finding out what happened to this guy he kept asking about. But I didn't even know who this person was.
But there was something weird about it. Every time he said the person's name, my chest, which had been in pain for about 5 days, felt slightly better, and I don't know why. He keeps telling me that it's my friend and that he doesn't know why I forgot them.
I asked him if it was another claw situation, and he said no; he insisted that it wasn't and that something else was going on, but I had no idea what.
He searched around our...my house...yeah my house, that was weird, anyway, he searched around my house looking at things that I didn't remember owning.
I mean, why did I have a crime board?
Everything that was happening was just weird. There was no other way to describe my memory loss or all these random items in the house that I don't remember buying. It felt like I had forgotten something really important again, but this time it was like I knew I was forgetting something.
This is weird because anytime my memory was taken from me, I had no idea that I was forgetting something, but now I felt like there was something crucial that I was forgetting, but I couldn't exactly tell you what it was, nor did I have any idea of what it was I forgot.
If Klaus didn't keep pestering me about it, honestly, I don't think I would have cared enough to try to remember.
But no matter how much I try, I don't remember.
...
While Klaus was snooping through my house, I was just sitting there racking my brain, thinking of anything that I could have possibly forgotten, but I really couldn't remember. That was until my phone started ringing, and I picked it up looking at it.
I paused, reading the name that came across the screen...it was Lydia Martin.
Now the absolute last person I expected to call me was calling me for some dumb reason.
Klaus walked over after he noticed I was staring at the phone for an absorbent amount of time. He looked at the phone and grabbed them out of my hands, answering it.
"Hey!" I tried to argue, pulling it back, but it was already connected.
"Lydia!" Klaus exclaimed, happy for some reason; he also put the phone on speaker phone so that I could speak potentially if I really wanted to, I guess.
"Peter?" She asked, confused, obviously not recognizing the voice.
"Hi, Lydia," I said after Klaus looked really confused by her response.
"Oh. This is a bit awkward; I only called cause I called you the most recently, and I was wondering if you could tell me what we were talking about because I can't seem to remember our last conversation very well. Actually, I don't even know why I was calling you. The last person I called and the last person I emailed was you, and since I'm having memory trouble, maybe you can tell me what it is we were talking about." Lydia finally asks after a few minutes of silence or maybe her mustering up questions you wanted to ask.
But for me, I was completely clueless. I don't remember calling her, or emailing her, or having any contact with her for at least a few years.
I mean, I saw her around Beacon Hills, and I occasionally helped with some things on the supernatural side, but us talking one-on-one, yeah, never happened.
"I couldn't tell you. See, I don't have any recollection of ever talking to you passed the brief few instances throughout the years. Honestly, I'm surprised you would even call me for some reason. Especially you, I feel like... someone else would call me instead... but don't know who...Scott maybe." I tapered off confused because I definitely was in contact with the children who were keeping Beacon Hills safe nowadays, but I don't think it was Scott I was talking to.
I was talking to someone, clearly, but 'who' I couldn't tell you.
Klaus, who was listening to the conversation, slowly became more concerned.
Apparently, he looked more confused than I felt, which didn't make sense because according to him he remembers everything even though I don't know what it is exactly he's remembering, but he remembers it all.
"Lydia, love? Can I ask you a question?" Klaus asks, breaking up our conversation.
"Uhh...I'm sorry, who is talking?" Lydia asked.
"It's Klaus; you remember me, right?" Klaus asks worriedly.
"Uh..no..sorry. I don't remember you." Lydia said, confused.
"What caused you both to have amnesia? Lydia, love, you may not remember me, but I have a question, what exactly are you doing in Beacon Hills? Why did you go there? Was there something you had to do? I know you don't know who I am now, but just answer my question if you can." Klaus asks.
"Uh, Peter, is he, uh, you know.." Lydia was trying to ask if he knew about the supernatural without exactly saying, 'do you know about the supernatural?'
"Yeah, he knows," I said.
"Oh, okay, I was in Beacon Hills after I came back from a trip; I don't exactly remember where I went, but I just come back, and I started to investigate the current problem going on in Beacon Hills." Lydia started.
Clearly, there were gaps in her memory as well, which made me feel a little bit better about my own situation.
"Okay, what was the problem?" Klaus asked, prompting her on.
"Well, I don't remember why I was so invested in figuring this out, but apparently, there is this thing called the wild Hunt going on in Beacon Hills. Something about these monsters called the Ghost Riders doing something, maybe killing people or taking them. And apparently, this thing wipes whole maps off the face of the Earth, but I don't remember why it came here or why any of this is going on. I have a bunch of luggage in my house that belongs to a bunch of people that I don't know. I've already graduated from high school for some reason. I have a bunch of times in my memories that I cannot account for what I was doing. I don't know what's going on, but I feel like I forget something or someone very important. It seems like it's just on the tip of my tongue, but I can't remember their name or what it was I was supposed to remember. But I know I had to remember it. I'm positive there was something so important that I had to remember, but I can't remember what it is." Lydia said, starting to get stressed out.
"Okay, maybe I can help," Klaus said, trying to calm Lydia.
"After talking to Peter, I can figure out one person that you both have subsequently forgotten about. Stiles, the person connecting all three of us together, and I guess since you forgot about him, you forgot about me, and you forgot about Peter or why you talked to Peter at least." Klaus said.
He said that name again, but I couldn't remember. It seems so familiar, so nostalgic, but I just couldn't remember.
But apparently, that only applied to me because Lydia screams on the other end of the phone, not a banshee scream, but a scream of, "Oh my God, that's right!"
"Oh my god, right, Stiles was bait along with Damon. Yeah, they both got captured because of the plan. Oh my God, how could I have forgotten? Peter! You were supposed to remind me!" Lydia says angrily.
"How am I supposed to remind you of something I don't remember." I sassed back, upset that she remembered.
"Hold on, captured? Being bait? By what exactly?" Klaus asked.
"Well, when we got to town after speaking to Lenore, another Banshee that we found who had survived past the wild Hunt coming through here town. We decided that we should split up to search for information. Damon and Stiles, we're going to get captured by the Wild Hunt so that they can work from the inside out, and also Stiles was worried about his father. And me and...Rei, that's right, me and Rei were supposed to look over the books and investigate throughout the town to try and find something that we could help them escape with. But I have no idea where Rei went. All this stuff is here, but he is nowhere to be found. He must have forgotten as well. How the hell am I supposed to get him back here? I don't even have his phone number." Lydia said, trailing off on the phone.
"So this Wild Hunt takes people and makes you forget about them or something. Why would it do that?" Klaus asks, trying to grasp the situation.
"Well, from what we read from the book we bought, Apparently the wild Hunt rolls through towns stealing souls and making you forget about them. I think they make you forget so that the people don't get worried and escape from town, especially with probably a hundred or so people that are missing at the moment. I mean, the fact that even Peter can't remember means that it's slowly starting to affect the world outside of Beacon Hills as well. I don't know why you're not affected...yet. I know that Lenore said that if I was stuck in the town, then I would be the only one who wouldn't be captured because the Ghost Riders don't like banshees or something like that. She said that I would be left alone in this abandoned town forever like her." Lydia said.
"But this is good now. I remember, and Klaus, you can message me every day to make sure I remember, and I can continue investigating and solving the problem. At least the people on the inside, like Stiles and Damon, are they're with their full memory. I mean, why would they forget about their own existence? So they have probably been working for days trying to get out of there. They're probably farther along than we are. Okay, now that I remember, I'll go try to look for Rei for a bit, but then I'll do some more research and write myself little notes so that I won't forget. Don't worry, guys, we got this. I think we got this. Stiles was so sure we could have figured this out on our own I'm sure he's already solved the problem by himself." Lydia says, laughing and hanging up.
"They don't sound like they got it," Klaus said, annoyed.
"Well, what help would we be? We would just go there and get captured, and then we would be no help to anyone. At least here, you can remember to remind her. What if when you go to that town, you forget everything, and we're back to square one." I said.
I was more annoyed at the fact that I couldn't remember anything even though it seemed so important.
Rei POV:
*KNOCK KNOCK*
I knocked on the wooden and glass door in front of me.
A human opened the door. An older-looking man, probably around 40 years old or something. Still a kid either way.
"Hi, can I speak to Noshiko?" I ask, looking inside.
"Uh, may I ask who you are?" he asked.
"Oh, just tell her an old friend," I said, looking back at the man.
"Okay, please wait here for a moment." The man said, closing the door and heading deeper into the house.
A few moments later, Noshiko opens the door apprehensively.
"Rei...what brings you here?" Noshiko asks.
"Funny that I can't really remember. But you have a kid, right? I remember the last time I saw you, you were pregnant. Of course, that was a while ago, but I clearly remember it. Did you call me here? I'm having a little bit of memory trouble at the moment. I have no idea why but I am. All I can remember is that I was here with a young Kitsune and that I'm supposed to be teaching them something. But I don't know any other Kitsune here other than you and probably your child, and you don't really need any more teaching because you're almost as old as I am." I say.
"I didn't call you here. And yes, my daughter has just recently awoken into her powers, but I don't know why I'd be calling you. I think I could teach my own child well enough." She said cautiously.
"That's true, but I distinctly remember teaching a young Kitsune. Can I meet your kid just to make sure it's not that one?" I ask.
"Sure. She's doing something with her friends right now, but when she comes back, we can all have dinner together." Noshiko offers.
"Sure. I'll see you later." I say, leaving.
I wasn't going to wait to talk to her tonight. With her mother there, I wouldn't be able to talk to her at all. Might as well go find her now.
It shouldn't be too hard to find a little Kitsune kid.
...
It only took me an hour to locate she was with a bunch of other supernatural creatures. Weird. But this whole town was giving me a weird vibe.
I knocked on the door again. But this time, instead of an older man answering the door, it was a young kid. He had a crooked jaw and brown eyes, and curly hair.
"Ah, hello." He said, not expecting me.
"Hi, is Noshiko's daughter here?" I ask as I didn't learn her name yet.
"Kira? Yeah." The boy says.
"Great," I say, pushing into the house, not really caring about decorum with a bunch of children.
"Hey, wait a second." The wolf pup tries to stop me, but his hand passes right through my shoulder.
After the kid got stuntlocked because his hand passed through my shoulder, I walked my way back into the living room, and there was a little group of Supernatural children all on edge but standing there. There were a few other werewolves, one thing that seemed like a werewolf but also seemed different. There were also some humans there. And finally, the young Kitsune.
"Ah, Kira, right?" I say in greeting.
She's definitely a kid, but I don't think it was her that I was teaching. But I guess I might as well talk to her.
"Uh yes..uh, who are you?" She asks.
"I'm like you," I say, letting my aura show.
She gasps and looks happy.
"Oh wow. I...uh nice to meet you. But why are you here? No offense." She blurted out.
"It seems I'm having a few memory problems, and I was almost positive I was here teaching a little kid like you something. I guess it wasn't you I was thinking of. Unless it is you, and I just have a terrible memory for some reason." I say, really annoyed about the memories I lack.
"Wait, how do we know he's not a...uh...you know, void thingy," A younger boy asked.
"Void?" I ask, intrigued as to why kids would know about such dark things.
"He means if you're really a Kitsune or if you're a Nogitsune." Kira clarified.
"You've met a Nogitsune?" I ask, concerned.
"Yeah, but we trapped it. It's not a problem anymore." The crooked jaw boy said.
Ha! Thinking a trapped Nogitsune is not a problem anymore. Those things should be destroyed, not trapped. But I guess Noshiko doesn't know how to kill them. But trapped is better than out and about on the loose, I guess.
"I see. I have a question. There's something going on in this town, right? Can you elude me as to what it is? Seeing as I'll be staying here for a little while, I was curious if you could let me know what problems we're going on." I asked Kira as she seemed more willing to talk to me.
"Uh, sure, we can use more help about it because we're not really getting anywhere. We think there's something called the Wild Hunt coming through this town. We don't really know much else, though, other than we think some people are disappearing, but we can't exactly remember who disappeared." She explained.
How troublesome.
No wonder I was reading a book about it. Why can't I remember where I got the book or why I was reading it in the first place? Actually, why can't I remember even coming to this town, or for what reason I came here for? Tsk.
"I see this is a problem. This is a very, very dangerous problem, something else you should take care of as quickly as possible. The Wild Hunt is dangerous and can erase whole sleeves off the map. I don't really know much else about it, but if there's nothing tying you to this town, you should just leave. Staying in a town with the Wild Hunt ensures your death." I tell them in a warning.
"Anyway, I think I should go and investigate some more stuff on my own. I guess I'll be seeing you for dinner later today Kira. Your mother invited me." I said, evaporating on the spot.
As long as this town was dangerous, I might as well stay as hidden as possible.
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Notes:
I also have to write an email to my school about something important involving some tuition issues.
So I'll be busy doing that stuff.
Anyway, see you when I see you. Thanks for reading. And thanks for waiting and staying along for this long ride.
