Fairy Realm

High up in the sky among the levitating pieces of land that floated above the fairy forest, on one particular floating island sat a moderately sized boyish Fae comparatively to a human. The creature had long but bushy messy moss hair that nearly hid his pointed ears, wooden antlers stuck out from his skull through his green moss hair. His pearlescent green eyes held a bored look as he laid on his side with a gentle breeze flowing through the air. The faery creature yawned as he leaned his head on his hand as he viewed the scenery before him, "Booorrreed!" The Fae drawled out.

Oberon had lived long enough to grow bored, countless millennia had compounded upon the fae's mind. A detriment to most fae kind, a bored fae is a dangerous fae. The fairy creature scratched at his stomach, ruffling up his long sleeved black shirt before straightening it back out when he was done. Oberon was excited he managed to convince Titania with the bright idea of abducting every teen from earth, help them relax for once in their realm for a good while.

He was known by many names if he recalls correctly, but wasn't sure how he earned the name Loki into the norse mythos. You play a prank on a boat of human fishermen, conjure up an illusion of a big snake, next thing you know those humans weave tales about him as some Prankster God.

He surely didn't screw with any horse, that's for dang sure.

But at least they got it right that he loved pulling pranks, lately though he's been lost in inspiration on what to prank. Perhaps he could screw around and mess with those teens, help create disorder and chaos against the fairy realm.

Yes, his boredom just might be alleviated. Oberon stood up and brushed down the fur on his stag legs, before a cheeky and mischievous grin formed on his face. "This just might be as fun as when that man came and burned this place." The fae cackled in amusement, "Oh I haven't had that much entertainment since the medieval ages!" Oberon guffawed with joyous laughter.

Spreading the invasive black licorice to replace wheat crops was hilarious to him, the humans had made such funny reactions to Oberon. Ranging from resorting to growing the unfortunate, in his eyes, robust Broccoli, to using their beer crop to kill off the infestation of black licorice weeds. Yes, it was a fun era of pranks for Oberon back then.

This new event with Titania's latest activity had him plot up new pranks to pull off, he could even try pulling off what he did all those decades ago. The forest fire had been most amusing for him, a change of scenery for once. Fairyland had always looked unchanging until that man came and burnt the place, Oberon eyes had never been so enthralled in the excitement of seeing the change in all his many millennia of living.

Somewhere not too far from Oberon, a massive tear opened from thin air and flying metal drones started to fly out from it.

With a giggle escaping his lips, Oberon's pearlescent green eyes glanced up at the tear with a look of barely contained glee. "And the excitement keeps on building!" He shrieked in joy, with his palms rubbing against each other with giddiness.

Now he was assured of himself whispering the suggestions to Titania, he couldn't wisk an entire planet's worth of Teens here but she sure could.


With Wayne, Abigail and Grandfather

"Fairy country is dead ahead. I can smell the overt sweetness from here…" Wayne winced in disgust as he saw fairies and the gaudy, colorful and sweet scented realm that is full of fae, "The cars will be moving ahead to clear the path while we sit back and destroy whatever shanties these creatures made in their technicolored forest."

It's not usual for those from outside the fairy realm to come to the place to rain retaliation upon the fairies that wronged them. There are cases of one or a small army coming in to fight fairies who offended them greatly for stealing their children and turning them against them or causing a massive damage to the normal world. It also did not have to be humans raining retaliation as well as there are cases of other beings who also came in to raze the fairy realm. There are various degrees of both success and failure for this act however. The last recorded intrusion was done by Grandfather and he burned the forest for what was done to his family.

Abigail looked On In thought, Before glancing at Grandfather. "Any advice you willing to impart?" She Cautiously asked.

Grandfather's Eyes Glanced in Abigail's direction, "Time Does not move the same Way Between our realms, We are Fortunate in arriving as soon as we could." He gruffly informed her.

Wayne was silent as he put his hand in his pocket and took out a pocket watch. The said pocket watch was the one that his father used to control time to a certain degree. It was also used to keep him anchored to the realtime and not be swept into anything else that is supernatural and outside of the norm. Wayne pressed a button on the watch to activate its anchoring functions and put the pocket watch back into his pockets after he finished checking on the time on the watch.

He felt a cold tingle on his spine and he's certain that the others felt it as well but he needs to make sure that they remain anchored to their own time rather than be swept into the fairy realm's timezone.

Abigail had a troubled look across her face, "how bad is the time difference?" She asked pointedly to Grandfather.

The Elderly Uno let a grunt escape his lips, "A day in the fae realm could become years on Earth." Grandfather informed Abigail With a look of thought form on His face.

Grandfather glanced at Abigail, "And just as well, Days on Earth can be Years in the fairy realm." He added afterwards, only to earn a confused look on her face.

"In other words, the fairy realm and our realm's time have serious issues in being the same and unless you use a time anchor to keep things normal, we might end up coming out of this realm a century later or something after spending a minute here." Wayne joins in the conversation as the super tank gets closer to the breach.


Earth

Ingrid made haste as she exited her house after calling up Sven, she could feel the taint of Fae all over the place and it made her worry when she woke up to find there was an attempted change to her memory.

It was compounded when she arrived early in the morning to begin her new job as the physical education teacher for the highschool, not a trace of a teenager followed up by every she asked from not having a clue what a teenager was.

This stunk to high hell of Fairy mischievousness, she thought those creatures had been deterred enough from Earth After Balthazar Uno razed their realm to the ground.

Ingrid stopped in place before her car, as she tried remembering that very day. The entire supernatural community was up in abuzz, and she had just returned from her excursion from Romania back to Germany.


Many decades ago in the Past

Just passing the Romanian border in a Volkswagen van, Ingrid allowed herself a chipper hum of her favorite tune.

The Vampire Spanker's demeanor changed with a messenger flock of bats descended out of the night sky with an envelope, Ingrid pulled over and shut her vehicle off to receive the envelope. "Thank you little ones." Ingrid remarked as she leaned out her open window to take the message.

With their duty done, the flock of bats flew off into the night. Ingrid swiftly opened the letter before reading what was within it, the Vampire broke out in laughter at the news of what had befallen the pixie pests. "Ah, I needed this, this is the best news since hearing I would get a sister!" Ingrid laughed in hilarity.


Back to the present

Ingrid smiled at the memory, before frowning as she shook her thoughts out. She needed to get going to confront her sister, and find out if her Nephews were safe. Her attention was brought to the screech halt of tires, before Sven stepped out of his vehicle.

She gestured for the man to hop in her car, "Vwe can carpool in mein car, you vouldn't happen to run into any teens on zhe way now have you?" She asked him as the entered into her vehicle

Sven shook his head negatively, "The supernatural community has been up in a tizzy lately." He responded back

Ingrid cursed in her mind, before pulling out of her driveway after starting up the engine. "Scheisse!" She remarked, only to slap her mouth. "Mein bad." She remarked with embarrassment with a sideways look towards Sven, before glancing back forward to drive off to her sister's house.

Sven tutted at Ingrid's language, but not saying a word for now.


Stark Residence

Terry was seated on the sofa with his Uncle, Count Spankulot, worried after his brother sent him a message on the CAVE phone about telling him that he needed to be elsewhere and he'll make it up with him. He never acted like this unless something really bad happened and he can't come with him to have some fun after school.

The young dhampir can say with great confidence that he and his brother shared a strong bond with one another despite the gap in their age. Even his friend Tommy was surprised how close they were since he heard from his brother that teens tend to be mean to their siblings. However, there were times where he had been forced to work on something important that he had to cancel their outing and take it on a different day instead. While he promised that he will not snitch on his older brother, there are certain cases that he had to tell.

One of them would be how he's going to go after the fairies who took all of his friends.

"Terrence, your brother will be fine. My son-in-law and my niece will get him back before those naughty, naughty fairies do their worst towards your foolish brother." Count Spankulot assured the younger dhampir who still looked glum.

"I don't know, Uncle. Those fairies will pull off something really weird on us like what they did three years ago." Terry still remembered how he and Wayne were nearly dragged into the Fairy Realm and frowned at the memory of it.

"Those awful creatures… how dare they do this crime against my family!" the former villain rose from his seat and looked outraged at the idea of how his two nephews were nearly taken, "When I see those childish creatures, they will be treated as such and be punished as such!"

"Honey, we need to leave now!" the voice of the older woman and the mother of both Wayne and Terry spoke as she went down from the stairs.

Mariska now wore something completely different from her usual dress. She was wearing a shirt with hidden buttons on it and had been made with materials that can increase its wearer's magical resistance. Her black mantle draped on her shoulders has some power emanating on it that Count Spankulot can tell that it was meant to increase his niece's agility. The long sleeves on her shirt have hidden equipment that she can throw around like grenades and bolas. Her pants and long boots are clearly padded and well protected to allow her to keep her legs and feet from being immobilized. On her hand is an ornate spellbook that holds many spells that the spank vampire mother had learned for many years and on her hip, a rapier enchanted with various runes made to tear through magical defenses and shields.

"All right, I'm coming, Mari." the voice of Terry's father also came down from the stairs and he was wearing his Vampire Hunter clothes once more despite retiring from the scene.

"Uncle, can you keep Terry safe here while we go and get our son out of that magical realm?" Mariska asked when she saw him and Terry were looking at the couple.

"Of course, my dear niece. Those naughty fairy children will feel the hand of justice should they try to touch young Terrence's hair!" the older spank vampire promised while Terry looked worried.

"Terry, don't worry kid. We'll bring Wayne back here no matter what it takes, okay?" the older man smirked as he gave the youngest child of the Starks a thumbs up and a smile.

Terry didn't say anything and smiled at his two parents as they walked to the door and from there, to the place where Wayne went off to go after the fairies. Terry hoped that his family would be okay during this time. He truly wished that he was a little older instead of staying in the house. He wanted to help but at the same time, he knew that they would not approve and let them go out there as well.

Terry felt that he cannot do much and he hated the feeling of it.


Over in the fairy realm

With William, first person POV

I do not know what to expect when dealing with fairies to be honest, well sort of depending how close these creatures are to mythology from my first life. I can remember vaguely of the tales given as warnings to never trust the fae, and that's just the start of it.

Never eat the food they offer, not sure about the specifications on that though. Do not eat their food, do not eat the food they make for you, do not eat or drink anything from the Fairy realm. A matter of wording if you would, but best not eat anything just to be safe.

Do not for any reason give them your name, like in warhammer, Names hold power for the fae. It is best you answer with a nickname, easy enough unless they get offended if they are able to sense lies. Knowing their name however is a different matter, I think they just leave you alone or something along the lines.

Don't be rude towards the fae…fuck if they don't like my attitude, but I think that's were their more unhealthy nasty behaviors come out should you be rude with them…gonna put a pin on that…

Never accept a gift from them, otherwise you are indebted to them…something like having to give your first born child in return, and they'll just take your child if you refuse.

Though unless you offer a gift just as quickly after you accept the gift…it's a bit complicated just the same for offered food. You have to offer something in return otherwise your taste in normal food would be ruined.

The fuck man, old Celtic mythos can get quite fucked up.

What…How do I know this vague ass stuff? I was a bit of a mythology buff in my previous life, I liked to read up the imaginative pantheon that humanity had come up with. I mean come on, we practically had to come up with reasons for how things happened, we came a long way from thinking a mere solar eclipse heralded the end.

I paused in my thinking as I sat on the wooden tree bench that sat just outside the room I had left from, looking up I saw the fairies from before peeking their heads out from the doorway and windows before disappearing with a chorus of giggling.

Need to dig through my memories more, I know there were plenty of cautionary warnings. Let's see here, what else…

Do not say thank you, which would lead back to the problem about accepting gifts. It makes you seem indebted to them. Never mention your newborn…

Well don't need to worry about that one.

Keep your promises, that one I am not sure about, you can not trust them half time anyways so why bother keeping your word?. I suppose it could be a way of bartering, but everything has a string attached when interacting with the fae. Do not say sorry otherwise you'll make yourself deeper indebted….

You would think the Celtics had come up with a pantheon of 'innocent' demons, until the Holy See replaced their beliefs.

I think there were more, and much of this may not apply to this reality's fae, and that's not even talking about dealing with the wider species of fae.

"~watcha think'n about~?" One of them asked, a boyish fae stood atop the bench I sat on while leaning his elbow on my shoulder. The fae's attire looked a cross between foliage and moss, with a burlap sack looking like pants for his legs.

My elbows had rested on my knees while I had ran through my memories in thought, while leaning a bit forward. My focus went to the grinning look of the fae as he giggled in mischievousness, I leaned back to lean my back on the backrest of the tree bench causing the fae to fall forward on my lap from my sudden change in posture. Pulling the fae off from my lap by grabbing his mossy attire covering his torso, I pulled him up with ease with an impish grin from him as I stared at him while holding him up.

I placed the boyish fae onto the ground and wordlessly stared at the kiddish fae, thinking of how to respond to not be rude at least. I pursed my lips in thought before answering the mischievous creature, "I was thinking about how to interact with the fae." I truthfully answered.

A feminine face came into my view, a girlish fae was hovering upside down in front of me with a look of interest. "What's to think about! Just let loose and have some fun!" She exclaimed while hovering away back down to stand right side up beside the boyish fae.

I bent down on me knees to look directly in the eyes of the two, "I am not in the mood honestly." I responded dryly, "I don't mean to be rude, but I must excuse myself to find my friends."

The girlish fae made a pout with her face while planting her hands on her hips, her attire agaring the similarities with the boyish one. "Oh come on~, How about we introduce ourselves first!" She chirped in excitement.

The boyish fae shared an impish grin with the girl as they gave me expectant looks, I cleared my throat before answering. "You can call me…DubbaBee." I responded, only to earn a sour look from the two.

The boy pointed at me with his finger, "Lier!" He exclaimed.

I grinned wolfishly at the two, "I did not lie, I specifically said you can call me DubbaBee, that is not a lie." I responded with a smirk.

The girl stomped her foot impishly with a pout, "But the lie is your name!" She whined with a defeated look.

"You said we should introduce ourselves." I rebuked her with a teasing smile. "You never asked for my real name, now would you kindly share a name you would like to be called?" I asked the two.

The two fae creatures glanced at each other in uncertainty, before they looked back at me. "Are you asking what we want to be addressed as?" The girlish fae asked.

I eyed the two, "Nicknames if you will." I answered her.

The two glanced at each other one more time before answering, the girl pointed at herself with her pale skinned index finger. "Tess. That's all you get outta me." She cheekily told me, and crossed her arms with an impish smile.

The boyish fae jabbed his thumb directly at his chest with a haughty tone, "Dusk, and you shall address me as such!" He declared with bravado.

I let out a hum of understanding before standing back up, I needed to find a way to get out of here along with every Teen. I'm already seeing teens get bamboozled or drawn into games with other faes. The entire forest and the buildings built into the trees by nature were filled with the crowded noise of teens and Fairies. I might have to confront the supposed Queen and ask her to send us back home, nothing good comes from humans staying in the fairy realm for too long.

Wasn't there an anime about some skull creature and a bride of sorts? I distinctly remember what had happened to the human boy that was replaced with the changeling, human torso but some animal lower body.

"Hey! Now that we're acquainted with each other." Tess began to say with a smirk on her face, "What say we play a game?" She asked, earning a mischievous smile from Dusk.

Wait, was there some obscure subject on fairy games? I could use this as a wager to learn their real names to hold over them, but then I'd earn their ire if I win in whatever game they want to play…something about being cursed, and that just depends on what fae you make a slight against.

I look directly at the two with faux intrigued look, "Do tell, what games do you have in mind?" I asked with my arms crossed and measured caution towards the two.

The two fae grinned impishly at each other before looking directly back at me. "Hide and seek!" they chorused before launching off into the air to fly away, but not before Tess hollering 'your it' to me. I refrain from slapping my face, before resorting to simply letting out a sigh. Well, at least a wager wasn't made, or a deal, they have the advantage of home turf.

With them disappearing from sight, I weighed my options while strolling along the wooden platforms that wrapped around the trees as well as the large bridges that connected every massive tree. I didn't exactly promise them I'd play with them, but went through what I had said to figure if what I had worded out could be constituted as a promise.

Them Fae folk do not like broken promises if memory serves right, but I could just keep traveling around like I was looking for them…this might be more trouble than it seems.

I'll just head in the direction they went, at least get myself a layout of the place in the meantime.


Back to 3rd POV Elsewhere.

Archie

The Scottish teen let out an annoyed grunt as he hung upside down, he had woken up to find himself facing some sídhe looking children. The little fae folk were drawing on his face with their paintbrushes and impish looks across their faces, until he woke up with an annoyed yell. Then without his consent, one of the little sídhe pest took off with his favorite plaid flat bonnet he had fallen asleep with over his eyes.

Dang street light shining through his curtains.

A chase after the little sídhe throughout the complex of wooden structures throughout the massive trees, Archie's attempt at getting his hat back eventually led him down to the forest floor. The little sídhe had the nerve to lead him on into a trap of all things, and now he's hanging upside down with a rope tied around his leg.

The sídhe was now a giggling mess with the others as they all pointed at him with laughter, his temper grew as he tried to think how shitty his situation was. With a unhappy look across his face, Archie stared at the thieven Sidhe. "A' richt, ye hud yer fin ye wee banshees. Noo git me doon fae 'ere!" The Scottish teen grounded heatedly.

The Fae stopped giggling after calming down a bit, before confusion crossed each face.

"Um…what he say?" Asked one of them, a stubbly and porky looking fae with paint splattered across his face.

A little dainty looking pixie that was flying in the air shrugged, "All I heard was something about Banshee." The feminine fae responded with an affronted look, and sniffed haughtily. "Of all the insults, he associates us with those singers." She remarked with a pout.

"A' richt braw ah will git doon masell!" Archie yelled in contained anger, before lifting himself up. The Scottish teen bungied himself into the air to gain some slack with the rope on his leg, then used the descent and a kick of his leg to snap the rope with a mighty tug from him.

The Fae surrounding him let out a startled yelp and made a dashing escape to avoid the teen as Archie chased after the thieven Sídhe with his hat once more, he made sure to watch where he stepped this time but now the creatures were starting to get a little too close to the darkened parts of the Faery forest. Archie's hair on his neck bristled when he looked in the direction of the darkest parts, a memory of his Granny in Scotland telling him some mighty frightening tales of the darker aspects of Sídhe creatures and their fairy counterparts.

Archie shook himself off of the thoughts to focus his attention on the Sídhe flying off with his hat, just barely flying several meters from the darkest parts of the fairy forest.


Deep within the forbidden dark forest

They will not go gently into the night;
they are the night.

Fae folk of old, creatures that dwelled within the deepest recesses of the forests, their eyes glowed up in the dark as they watched what was going on. It had been too long for them, centuries since they tastedhumanity. Their blood, they wanted to taste their fear, anger, jealousy, all the deliciousness of negativity, but the wards kept them from ever leaving the darkness.

They wanted to drink upon the emotions of war, the Daoine Yearned for the olden days when humanity tore each other asunder for mere scraps of land and food. The deliciousness of hatred, of vengeance towards righting the wrongs through blood.

But The Wards kept them at bay…

Their attention was brought to a teenager chasing after a duo of Fae in some inane game, the teens' anger nearly spilling over in their direction made their lips water. They remember the decades ago of Fire, the anger, it was so succulent for them.

But just as it appeared, the fireleft along with its hatred. The Daoine Sidhe's hunger salivated for more, their appetites had them start clawing at the invisible wards all over the Dark forests.

GIVE US MORE ANGER!

A chorus of chants, shouts, and singing began to spill out from the darkness as the Daoine heard the sounds of Teenagers in the distance.


Author's note; I do enjoy the feedback ya'll gave me of the recent chapters. It helps me know this silly fic that was my first attempt at fanfiction writing, wasn't all that bad.