chapter eighty-one
❝ we'll meet again. don't know
where, don't know when ❞
memory lost

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Dear Diary,

Sometimes I like to pretend that I'm normal again. Like my life wasn't turned upside down by my two best friends just after my sweet sixteen, and like I wasn't ever meant to save the world from different monsters (supernatural and human ones).

It's been pretty easy, recently. Finally, after we got rid of both the Beast and Theo (everybody cheer!), things fell back to a normal rhythm the last few months. Senior prom came and went, and I was prom queen, and somehow Scott was prom king (I think it's cause he was shirtless one day after lacrosse practice and the girls have been drooling ever since). Lydia didn't even try to go for prom queen this year. Granted, she won last year, but still! Stiles and I are on cloud nine, thankfully. We try to give ourselves space and make sure not to spend every waking moment together like we used to. It's became a solid balance of friendships, school, family, and each other. Life's been great. No, not perfect, as I've learned nothing in my life could ever be such, but it's been great.

I know it won't last forever, and I'm not asking it to. After all, Stiles is practically begging the universe to give us something, anything. And maybe it will, but when the day comes where our lives once again change forever, maybe we'll be ready for it.

Danielle Tyler looked at her friend Kennedy Stallard. "Your boyfriend saved helium?"

Kennedy, who was sitting in her desk chair, had just gotten off the phone with her boyfriend, Stiles. Kennedy placed down her phone on the desk, spinning towards Dani, who was sprawled out on the redhead's bed. "Apparently?" Kennedy shook her head as she leaned back, staring at her ceiling. "Stiles has been on edge, you know, with all of us graduating soon, having to leave Beacon Hills."

"I'm not leaving," Dani chirped. "Remember? I'm going to the community college one town over?"

"Yeah, but Scott should be going to UCLA, Lydia's going to who knows where, I'm still waiting for a reply from Stanford." Kennedy listed off as she stood up, walking down the platform onto the main part of her room. "It'll be weird, not being here."

Danielle leaned onto her hands as she looked up at Kennedy. "Well, it'll be good for you, right? To take a break from saving the world."

Kennedy sighed as she sat on her bed, leaning back onto the mattress. "Yeah, I guess." She mumbled as she looked at the ceiling. Danielle moved her body so she was laying next to Kennedy, looking up with her.

The two girls had gotten closer within the last three months. Danielle seemed to fit in with the rest of the pack easily. After all, she had helped them the night of the Beast in the school and helped Kira find Lydia. She was probably the closest with Malia, because of them being werecoyotes. Danielle even offered to dye Malia's hair if she wanted. Scott liked Danielle too. She was spunky and sarcastic but had a big heart. Liam, Mason, and Hayden thought she was slightly intimidating (especially Liam). However, Hayden quickly found a liking to her after the two of them pranked Liam two months ago. Stiles was probably the least close person to Dani. Not because he didn't like her, but because he was too busy waiting for something bad to happen. Lydia Martin thought Danielle was smart, nice, funny, and brought things to the table the others perhaps didn't. She was different, but a good kind of different.

"Will you come back after college? To Beacon Hills?" Danielle inquired, turning towards the werewolf.

The Stallard girl stared at her ceiling, thinking about what her answer would be, what it should be. Kennedy exhaled through her nose, shaking her head. "I don't know," She confessed, the pair falling into a comfortable silence.

Ben Stallard poked his head in the door, "Girls, I have to head down to the station. Amanda's working her shift at the nursing home, will you two be alright?" He asked as he looked between the auburn-haired and pink-haired girls.

"We'll be fine, Dad," Kennedy said as she leaned up onto her elbows. "Have a good day, or night,"

Ben chuckled with a small wink a he closed the bedroom door. Kennedy and Danielle looked towards Kennedy's phone, where it was going off. Kennedy slid off her mattress, walking up onto the platform. She clicked the green button, "Stiles?" The pink-haired werecoyote frowned as she watched Kennedy lean onto her desk, listening to her boyfriend. Kennedy tried to ask questions, but Stiles didn't give her any time before hanging up.

As the call came to an end, Danielle sat up, putting her hands in her lap. "Does he think it's something supernatural?" Danielle asked as she tilted her head.

The Stallard girl sighed as she shrugged. "I don't know, but I think we're going to find out,"

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Lydia Martin sat in the car with shattered windows and a missing door. Kennedy was in the passenger side, her hand on the dashboard as she kneeled towards the shattered windshield. Lydia looked at her reflection in the mirror, humming in thought.

Stiles Stilinski shot up from the back seat of the car, looking between the two girls with alerted eyes. "What?" He asked the redhead.

Lydia looked at her reflection, putting her hand to her face. "This is a perfect shade for me. I forgot the name."

"Can we please stay on topic here?" Stiles hissed bitterly as he looked at Lydia with an annoyed expression. Danielle and Scott were outside of the car, looking around it in thought.

The Martin shook her head in annoyance. "I'm not getting anything." Lydia said back. A howl caused everyone to look back. Kennedy sighed as she grabbed Lydia's bag, the two girls and Stiles climbing out of the car. The coyote with glowing blue eyes came running, barking as it did. Within moments, the coyote transformed into a teenage girl. Malia Tate. The girl stood up, naked, her eyes changing from the glowing blue to their natural brown. Danielle walked around the car, standing next to Scott as Lydia walked over with a change of clothes for the Tate. "I don't think they're dead," Lydia told them.

"They're dead. Probably torn apart," Malia commented blandly as she started pulling on clothes. "The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood."

Lydia shook her head. "They're not dead. If they were dead, I'd sense it."

"If they were alive, I'd smell it." Dani chimed in as she crossed her arms.

Scott spoke up, "Yeah, I'm not getting anything either." He confessed next to Danielle.

Stiles looked over, "Scott, what are you talkin' about? You were in his head for four minutes. I timed it."

"Well, it's not an exact science." Scott pointed out to the human boy. "And he's a kid. Maybe he's too freaked out to remember."

Malia grabbed her shorts from Lydia as she spoke up. "Why does it matter if they're dead? Dead is dead." She commented as she pulled them on.

"Okay, if it's just a robbery, we can't help them." Said Stiles, looking at the Tate. "And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them."

Lydia raised her brows, "It sounds like you want it to be supernatural." She commented as she looked at her best friend's boyfriend.

Stiles looked at Scott for a moment, "It's been, like, three months since anything's happened." He reminded the group.

"Yeah, and once a week you drag me and Kennedy out of bed like we're some sort of supernatural metal detectors," Lydia commented with an annoyed tone.

"Okay, it is way more often than that." Stiles corrected the Banshee. Lydia rolled her eyes, listening to Stiles's stutter. "You can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?"

Lydia shrugged her shoulder. "What I'm saying is maybe that wouldn't be so bad," She told the human boy, beginning to walk away. Malia rose her brows at Stiles, as if saying she told you, and flipped her hair as she followed the redhead. Danielle gave a small wave, jogging after the two, leaving Scott, Stiles, and Kennedy.

Stiles turned towards the werewolves, who only shrugged in reply. Stiles sighed, walking past them and climbing into the driver's seat of the Turner family car. Kennedy looked at Scott, both of them knowing this was one of the talk to Stiles about his impending-doom-anxiety.

Scott walked over, leaning onto the door as he looked at the Stilinski. "You're starin' at a broken windshield." Stiles sighed, shaking his head.

"There's something wrong with it." Stiles muttered in reply.

Kennedy walked over, looking at the windshield. "It's broken." She deadpanned.

"And it wasn't a magic bullet. It was a regular bullet." Scott followed as he looked at the glass. "That blew out a regular windshield." The true alpha looked behind him, pointing to other cars. "Just like that one, and that one," He trailed off as they all began to look around at the windshields. "And that one."

Kennedy looked at Stiles as he picked up a shard of glass off the dash. She noticed a small residue that only part of the broken glass had. Stiles knitted his brows together. "Magic bullet."

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Kennedy sat next to Lydia as she spoke. "I'm just saying, if I don't get into Stanford, I am not going to college and I will spend the rest of my life as a ninja werewolf in the appalachian mountains."

Danielle frowned, placing her arms down. "Didn't you say that if you didn't get a specific cake for your 18th birthday you were going to go live in Mexico and resurrect the legend of the chupicabra?" She said. She sat on the other side of the table, waiting for Malia to get done with her yearbook photo. Scott sat on the other side of Kennedy, looking at his textbook

"And it was a completely valid statement," Lydia pointed out, looking at Kennedy. "And you got your cake."

"And so far, no Stanford," Kennedy dimly stated, placing her head in her hand.

Malia Tate grumpily walked over with Stiles close behind her. "Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo?" He asked the girl as she climbed up onto the table.

"Maybe because you haven't signed up for your own photo yet?" She offered the idea, sitting on the surface.

"Yes, I did." Stiles said as he pulled out a form, waving it in Malia's face.

"It's blank."

Stiles frowned, turning the paper towards him. He stuttered in confusion, feeling like he vividly remembered signing up. "Or maybe you're sublimating the stress of graduating by avoiding key milestones." Said Scott. Everyone slowly looked at the McCall, who waved his pen. "Psych paper."

Everyone hummed in understanding. Stiles spoke up again, "Hey, the Deputy searched the car. No slugs, no exit hole." He explained, Kennedy looked up from her textbook, leaning her head on her hand. "And the address Alex gave my dad, it's an abandoned house." Danielle and Lydia shared looks as Stiles rambled. "Come on! Missing parents, suspicious guy on horseback, magic bullet. Who's comin' with?"

"I've got to retake my photos." The Tate replied.

Danielle tapped her textbook. "I have detention for skipping class the last time you dragged us out somewhere."

"Yeah, not interested." Lydia chirped as she shook her head.

Stiles turned towards Scott and Kennedy. The McCall began shaking his head. "I cannot miss any more classes."

"Scott-"

"I missed 38 last semester." Scott told the human boy. "And Lydia's mom is the only reason I'm still in school."

Kennedy shrugged, "Stanford really cares about senior year, and I have a 85% in my college math course and I need to get it to a 95% by the end of the week." She told him with a soft smile. She looked over at Scott, shrugging her left shoulder. "But we can go after school." She tried to reason.

"You know what? Forget it. I'll take Liam." Stiles turned towards where Liam was, seeing the Dunbar locking lips with Hayden Romero. He sighed, "Yeah, I'm not taking Liam." He muttered as Scott hummed in agreeance.

Sydney walked over, "Hey, can I get a candid?"

Stiles attempted to say no, but was cut off by Scott and Kennedy pulling him between them. Danielle stood up, moving to sit on the table across from Malia, near Scott. "Okay, fine. If you can explain to me why this is blue, I'll let it go." Stiles muttered to Scott as he handed the McCall the shard of glass from last night.

"Everyone smile." Sydney chimed. Malia and Dani were sitting on the table, smiling wide. Lydia leaned into Kennedy, who's left hand was locked with Stiles's. Stiles grinned as he held his backpack strap, Scott leaning closer as he gave a closed mouth grin.

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The school day came and went. Stiles and Scott walked through the halls to find Kennedy, pushing past students. "So, has she found it?" Scott asked, looking over at Stiles.

Stiles shook his head, "No. I hid it in a place I knew she wouldn't find it."

"Which is?" Scott hummed. Stiles and him came to a slow stop, diverting away from the path of kids and towards the lockers. Stiles pulled his flannel open, revealing a poorly stitched pocket on the inside (with duct tape and fabric), and inside the pocket was a small black velvet box. "You're hiding your engagement ring in your flannel?"

"It was in my jeans, but it was uncomfortable." Stiles confessed. Scott rolled his eyes, patting the boys back as they continued down the hall.

Confused? Don't worry, I'll catch you up.

Shortly after the Beast of Gevaudan, Stiles realized, the closer they got to the end of senior year, the closer he and Kennedy got to the question of what their relationship would be like without the consistency of school and Beacon Hills. After all, theres the chance of them going to different schools, or wanting to do things far away from the other. How often to relationships from highschool last? Sure, the two of them now had officially 2 years under their belts this past month, but that didn't erase the fear Stiles still had about what might happen after Graduation.

Stiles knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Kennedy Stallard. He pretty much knew that since he was in elementary school and refused to admit it until sophomore year. He told his dad months ago he wanted to marry Kennedy, and he told Scott the same thing. So, Scott and Stiles took a day trip to find a ring perfect enough for a girl as special as Kennedy, and now Stiles had yet to let it go. The only thing he had to was talk to Kennedy's dad.

"Dad, I told Scott and Stiles I'd help them study tonight,"

Kennedy stood at her locker, watching students hustle and bustle from their classes to their lockers or the nearest exit. She was lying to her dad, of course. But he didn't know that. Danielle was not too far away, walking towards her own locker. She knew Scott and Stiles would round the corner soon enough and snatch Kennedy away to investigate the house Stiles mentioned this morning.

Ben Stallard sighed, "Your mother hates you staying out late, you know," He told the eighteen-year-old girl.

"I know. And I'll come home as soon as I can, okay?" Kennedy saw Scott and Stiles rushing toward her, and she gave them a tense smile.

"Okay, see you later, Pumpkin."

Stiles wrapped an arm around Kennedy's waist as she hung up the phone, he placed a soft kiss to her lips. She smiled into it, her hand on his chest. When they pulled away, Kennedy looked over at Scott who gave a cheeky smile. "Are we taking your car?" She asked as she looked at Stiles.

"Of course, who's car would we take?" Stiles asked playfully, taking Kennedy's hand and tugging her along.

Kennedy frowned. "I love my car!" She said with a frown.

"You like it because it's a BMW," Stiles followed, "It's the car you got for your sweet sixteen!"

"And it is my baby," Kennedy hissed as she opened the doors to exit the school. She could see the Jeep, as well as Lydia's car, Malia's car, and her own car not too far away from one another. She turned towards the boys with a grin, "Come on, lets go solve the mystery and save the world, and end our day in Scott's house eating snacks and watching Star Wars like usual." Scott and Stiles looked at each other, appreciating Kennedy's happy mood. The three set off on their path, rushing towards the Jeep. "Can I drive?"

Stiles gawked at her. "No, you can't drive!"

Kennedy turned to look at her boyfriend as they walked. "So I can have spare keys to your Jeep, but I can't drive it?" She asked with furrowed brows.

"The spare keys are for when I lose my keys," Stiles explained, holding them up in the girl's face. "So yes, exactly." Scott and Kennedy shared looks, rolling their eyes and following Stiles to his car.

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As Scott helped Kennedy out of the Jeep, Stiles walked around to look up at the house. Kennedy and Scott did the same, looking up at the eery brick home. Stiles pursed his lips. "That's not creepy at all." He commented. Scott shrugged his shoulders, and the Stilinski handed him a flashlight. Kennedy took one for herself, the three of them heading inside.

The home was beautiful, Kennedy could give it that. It was just the cobwebs, the obvious age, and the creakiness of it all that made it unsettling. The Stallard stepped further in, looking at the dining room with a thick layer of dust. She could see plates and glasses, and she wondered how long it had been since someone set foot inside.

Scott turned towards Stiles, "You wanna split up?" He asked the boy.

"Uh, absolutely not." Said Stiles.

"Guys, I'm gonna go over here, see if I can find anything," Kennedy told the boys as she walked further into the dining room. "I'll check downstairs, you two check upstairs. And, uh, scream if you're about to die." Kennedy nodded before walking away. The two boys shared a look. Of course, Kennedy would be the one to split off. She'd done it before. A lot. Kennedy made her way down a hall while the two went up the creaky stairs.

Kennedy walked into what looked like another empty room. Perhaps a parlor, or an office. She walked towards the curtains, placing her hands on the sheer white fabric. Kennedy's eyes fluttered. The room began to spin and the teenage girl stumbled as she tried to regain balance. She fell to the ground, pushing herself into a corner as a vision began to take over what she saw.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear #####! Happy birthday to you!"

Kennedy Stallard watched as a little girl with brown hair smiles wide as she leans over, blowing out the candles on a pink birthday cake. Kennedy couldn't make out faces. She couldn't see anyone's eyes, nose, or really their mouths unless they smiled really wide. The group around the little girl cheers loudly, a man wrappinghis arms around her and lifting her in the air. Kennedy watched, staring at him in confusion. "Happy 6th birthday, Bunny." Says a man. He was strong and had a warm smile. He had bright blue eyes.

The little girl wraps her arms around him tightly. "Thank you, Daddy!" She coos, shoving her face in her neck. The man sat the girl down, handing her a gift bag. Her eyes widen as she opens it quickly, pulling out the purple tissue paper. Gasping loudly, the girl squeals as she pulls out a white stuffed bunny. "Oh my gosh!" Kennedy looked at the bunny in the girls hand, her eyes wide in confusion.

"It loves pink, just like you," The little girl's dad says softly, gesturing to the pink bow on the bunny. Kennedy stepped closer, swearing she had seen that stuffed bunny before. But where? She spun around towards a woman, who handed the little girl a small box.

The woman hummed as she rested her head in her hand. "I got you this while I was away in France," The voices. They were all so familiar to Kennedy as if they were on the tip of her tongue. But why?

The little girl gasped as she opened up the box. It was an antique doll. Something you'd see in a horror film. The doll had long dark hair and green eyes, wearing a long blue dress with pale skin. "She looks like me, Momma!" Kennedy felt sick to her stomach as she looked at the doll. Something in her didn't like it here. She just didn't know why.

The woman and the man, who were the little girls parents, had their arms wrapped around each other as their daughter opened more gifts. A woman with long blond hair came rushing in, carrying a large box. "Oh, sorry we're late! I was stuck in traffic and this thing took forever to get into Ben's car,"

Amanda Stallard.

Kennedy watched as her parents came into the room, carrying a box bigger than all the other presents. The little girls mom hugged Amanda tightly. Kennedy used her senses to listen to their conversation. "Thank you for getting this. Lord knows her fathers too much of a bum to get his daughter anything nice,"

"Trust me, I'm aware," Amanda giggled as they all watched the little girl run to the box. It was a doll house. With beautiful trim and furniture.

Kennedy looked up again, feeling the eyes of Ben Stallard on her. She felt her skin turn cold and the hair on her neck stand up. He couldn't see her, could he? As Kennedy took a step closer, she tilted her haid as she spoke.

"Dad?"

Stiles and Scott were in the long hallway upstairs. They peered into an empty room painted light green. "Maybe Alex got the address wrong." Scott suggested, walking down the hall.

"Or he lied." Stiles countered.

Scott furrowed his brows in confusion. He walked further down the hall in thought. "Why would he lie?" He asked quietly as the two of them looked into two more empty rooms. The door at the end of the hall was closed. The tattered wood seemed to stare at them, mocking them as if they were too stupid to open the door. Or maybe, stupid enough that they would. Scott and Stiles looked at each other. Stiles made the steps forward, looking at the crystal handle. Scott looked back, as if Kennedy or some monster would come running up behind them. But nobody came. Stiles, unnerved, opened the door.

It was a bedroom. But it wasn't empty, like the rest of the house. No, this was a little boys room with toys and a bed. It was Alex's room. "He didn't lie." Stiles pointed out as they walked inside.

"Why didn't the cops say anything about this?" Asked Scott.

Stiles shook his head in thought, "They don't know it's here," He said, turning to look at Scott. "They can't come here without a warrant, and there's no owner of record to serve a warrant to. So unless there's some kind of threat or imminent danger, they wouldn't come in." He explained as he looked back at the rest of the room. Scott paused, turning his head towards the sound of what might be rattling, or something. Stiles looked at his friend in confusion. "What?"

Scott's eyes landed on the door, but he looked at Stiles for a moment, "I think I heard something." He said quietly.

Stiles shrugged, "Could it be Kenny?" He asked as they walked towards the door. Scott walked ahead, not noticing Stiles staying behind.

Kennedy Stallard gasped as she opened her eyes. She was on the floor of Alex's house, her flashlight rolling on the floor. She looked around in confusion, trying to think past the vision of some little girls birthday. Kennedy pushed herself off the ground, grabbing her flashlight as she walked into the living room.

Scott came trotting down the stairs, both of them looking at each other. Scott slowly pointed to his ear, then the direction of the dining room. Kennedy nodded, the two of them walking towards where Scott suggested he heard a sound. Kennedy looked around, seeing the dust covered table and the plate and glasses. Scott looked up at the sound of creaking, causing the Stallard to become alarmed.

When the two looked back at the table, the cups and plates were gone. All that was left was the marks where they shielded the table from dust. Kennedy looked at Scott with confused, wide eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when Scott held a finger to his lips.

Kennedy followed Scott. There was something going on in this house, she could feel it. As they neared the kitchen, Scott grabbed Kennedy's wrist. The two of them listened closely to the sound of footsteps outside. Quickly, Kennedy spun around and ran back towards the living room. The teenage girl nearly falls into two teenage boys. Namely; Liam Dunbar and Mason Hewitt.

Scott's arm wrapped around Kennedy's waist as she stumbled, keeping her from face planting into the floor. Kennedy sighed in relief, looking over at Mason and Liam. Liam scratched the back of his neck. "What, what are you doing here?" He asked the pair.

"This is Alex's house. What are you doing here?" Asked Scott, him and Kennedy pulling away from each other.

"This is where the compass led us."

Kennedy narrowed her eyes. "What compass?" Mason stepped forwards, holding up a small gold compass he and Liam stole from their new teacher. It was spinning, changing directions every second. "Why is it doing that?" Asked the Stallard.

"I have no idea." Mason answered.

Liam held out his phone on the compass app, "They're all doing it." He told the two. Kennedy and Scott shared confused looks. Kennedy didn't know a lot about compasses, but she knew they didn't do that for no reason.

"I had a vision when I was in the other room." She said softly. Everyone looked at her. "But it wasn't about Alex. It was about a little girls birthday party and her parents." Kennedy shook heer head as she thought about what she saw. "And my parents were there. But," Goosebumps rised up her skin as she exhaled softly. "I think they saw me."

Everyones eyes snapped to the compass in Mason's hand. It shattered. It shattered without anyone touching it or going near it. Kennedy's head snapped up towards the upstairs. "Ken, wait!" Scott yelled. Kennedy ran up the stairs faster than the boys behind her. She was quick, hopping over steps as she ran towards where Stiles was.

The boy pulled himself off the ground with wide eyes. Kennedy ran closer, "Stiles?" She said as she ran over. Stiles sighed in relief, pulling his girlfriend into his arms.

Scott and the others came closely behind. "What happened?" Asked Scott as he looked at the Stilinski.

"He was here. He shot at me." Stiles said. Kennedy pulled away, looking at her boyfriend with wide eyes. Stiles looked behind him, seeing the gunshots from before were gone. He still held Kennedy close as he looked over. "It was one of the guys you saw in Alex's memory."

"The guy who took his parents?" Asked Mason.

"No, no, no. They weren't just taken." Stiles stammered as he tried to explain everything. "They were, they were made to disappear. That's why there's no furniture, that's why they weren't in any of the photos." Stiles trailed off as he looked at Kennedy, "They were erased."

Kennedy followed Stiles as he swung open Alex's door. Liam and Mason didn't understand right away. To them it was an empty room. But Scott, Kennedy, and Stiles knew. They had seen the little boys bedroom. The toys, the furnitutre, the photos. And now it was all gone. Just like Stiles said.

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Danielle and Lydia tried to help Stiles and Kennedy. The four of them walking down the sidewalk of the school. Stiles flipped through a textbook as he shook his head. "I keep feeling like it's familiar, you know? Like I've heard it before."

"Pensée a civage?" Lydia hummed as she walked along side Danielle. "That's French. A lingering thought you can't reach."

"Okay, well, is there a French word for, feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency and impending doom?"

Lydia chuckled as she shook her head, "Féminine un fille phantom?" Stiles and Kennedy looked over. "It's French for Banshee."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Okay, what, what does your Banshee intuition say this is?" He asked the redheaded girl.

"That you guys don't have to figure it all out right this second." Lydia hummed as she and Danielle stopped, looking at the couple.

Kennedy shook her head. "Lydia, this kid's got no one." She said. Her voice was soft as she looked towards the Martin, " And there's a reason why. There has to be."

Danielle sighed as she took the book from Stiles's hands, snapping it shut. Just then, Lydia frowns as she hears thunder rumbling overhead, despite the fact that the sky is totally clear. Lydia paused. A song. She could hear a song. She had heard the woman singing before. Lydia looks confused as she repeats the words, "Give this man a ride, sweet family will die. Killer on the road."

"Riders on the Storm?" Danielle inquired with a frown.

Lydia lookde at Danielle in confusion. "What?"

"That's the song, Riders on the Storm," Stiles followed as everyone looked at Lydia.

The redhead's eyes widened, "That's it."

Kennedy pursed her lips. "What's it?" She asked softly.

"The Ghost Riders. The Wild Hunt." Lydia explained as she uncrossed her arms. "They come by storm, riding horses. And they take people."

Kennedy sighed, "Lydia, you're so smart, I could kiss you right now!" She said with a large grin.

"Do not kiss her," Stiles said with a pointed finger.

Lydia and Danielle watched as Stiles began to pull Kennedy away. The auburn hair girl pressed a quick kiss on Lydia's cheek, "I did it anyway!" She squealed as she ran ahead of Stiles.

Scott was finishing Lacrosse practice, walking up the steps as both Kennedy and Stiles came running at him. "Hey. It's called the Wild Hunt." Stiles panted as he walked along side Scott, Kennedy on his other side. "It's a myth. Only, apparently it's real. Like every other myth in this town that should just really remain a nightmare."

"The guy on the horse?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, they call them Ghost Riders." Stiles said, pausing as a group of kids walked by, "Hang on one second. Hey. That's my jersey. Where'd you get that?" Kennedy frowned as a boy walked by with the number 24 on their jersey.

"Coach gave it to me at practice."

Stiles looked at Scott, "We had practice? Why doesn't anyone tell me anything?" He asked in annoyance.

Scott tried to put Stiles back on track. "Why would the Ghost Riders want to take Alex's parents?"

"Because that's what they do!" Kennedy shouted.

"They take people, okay?" Stiles cut in, "They run around collecting souls. And once they take you, you're gone."

Scott leaned his head forward. "But it's not just you, it's everything about you."

"Yeah, like how they took Alex's room." Stiles replied. The three teens fell silent, looking at each other.

Scott looked at Stiles. "Does that mean Alex is next?"

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Danielle walked into the library, "Malia's helping Lydia," She called out as she walked towards Kennedy sitting at a table. "So Lydia has Banshee business and you have Seer business? How are we supposed to keep up?"

"I had a vision today, except it wasn't normal." Kennedy said as she looked up at the girl with pink hair. "My dad saw me. I know he did."

"But how? It's a vision from the past, right?" Danielle asked with a shrug.

Kennedy nods. "Yeah, at least I think." She said as she looked at the table. "Stiles and Scott are going to check on Alex, but I have to figure out what this means."

Danielle slid into the chair across from Kennedy. "Okay, so you have another vision, see what happens." The werecoyote offered the idea as she placed her hands in her lap. "How do we trigger a vision?"

The Stallard girl turned around in her chair, looking at the doors. "I don't think I need to trigger it at all." She said. Danielle went quiet, watching as Kennedy eerily turned back towards her. Kennedy's eyes were stark white, and the Tyler girl sighed as she grabbed a notebook from her bag, placing it and a pen in front of the werewolf-seer.

Kennedy was in the police station. It was back before the explosion, back before any remodeling. Kennedy looked towards the cells. The cells. Kennedy could see her sixteen year old self walking in. So, the Stallrd followed.

Ben Stallard sat in a cell, running his hands along the wall when both Kennedy's walk in. "Kenny," He crooned. Present-day Kennedy frowned. She didn't remember this. When was Ben in jail? Why would he be?

"Don't call me that." The past Kennedy gritted her teeth, glaring at him. Ben looled down, sighing when she stomps to the cell door. "Why didn't you tell me?" Her voice was cold, heartbroken. Eighteen-year-old Kennedy stood still.

"Why would I tell you that you're a monster?" He asked her, his voice tainted with disgust. "Why would I tell a little girl she's a murderous creature?" Kennedy's mouth hung open as she listened to what he said. Ben didn't react like that when she became a werewolf. He couldn't have.

Past Kennedy narrowed her eyes. "I'm not a monster." She snapped with a coarse voice.

Ben chuckled, standing up. "Oh, but you are. And denying it makes you worse than all the others." He walks closer to the door, past Kennedy not backing down. Present Kennedy walked closer, looking at him with confusion in her eyes. "You're strong physically, Kennedy. You're a Hale, of course you're strong. But you're weak minded." Ben tapped his head as he stared into her eyes. Present Kennedy felt a tear roll down her cheek. "You'll snap at any moment. You probably think of killing people that treat your friends wrong, huh?" Past Kennedy clenched her jaw as she tightened her hands into fists. "You probably want to hurt me right now." He chuckled wickedly as he brought his face in between the cell bars. "Do it."

Present Kennedy looked towards her past self. Sixteen-year-old Kennedy growled, her eyes glowing gold before back to their normal hazel. She closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of the Stilinski boy, which she could find from across the building. She comes back to reality, glaring at the man she once called her father. "Go to hell."

Kennedy watched as her past self walked away. Kennedy shook her head as she turned towards Ben in his cell. She stepped closer, seeing him staring at the door. She tilted her head, observing him. He was real. This had to have happened. But why didn't Kennedy remember?

"You're pathetic," Kennedy's eyes widened as Ben looked right at her. He could see her. But how? "You know what's going to happen. You know who's next,"

"The Ghost Riders?" Kennedy was quiet as she stepped back. "They're going to take Alex-"

Ben slammed himself against the bars, causing the Hale girl to jump in fear. "HE'S ALREADY GONE!" His voice echoed around the room as Kennedy groaned. It rang in her ears at a frequency that hurt. She placed her hands over her ears as she looked up at the man who's supposed to be her father. This wasn't the memory anymore.

This was her future.

Kennedy put her hand's down as she stepped closer. "Who's next?" She asked. Ben grinned wickedly as he laughed. "Who are they taking next!?"

"You already know," Ben's voice was cold amd slow. It sent shivers down her spine as his fingers wrapped around the bars. "You've seen it before."

Kennedy shook her head, walking towards the door. She stood just in the frame, looking down the hall to see her past self reuniting with a boy with a buzz cut. Stiles Stilinski. Sixteen-year old Kennedy was crying about what Ben had said to her. Sixteen-year-old Stiles had a comforting, sad look on his face as he pulled the brunette into a hug. Kennedy tilted her head in realization, turning back towards Ben Stallard still in the jail cell.

"Stiles?"

Kennedy practically jumped out of her seat in the library. Everything made sense. Stiles had signed up for the senior photos, she was the one that filled out the form. Someone else was wearing his jersey. He saw a Ghost Rider and it tried to shoot him. It was trying to take him.

"It's Stiles, they're going to take Stiles." Kennedy shouted as she looked at Danielle. "We have to find Stiles!"

The girl with pink hair frowned. She shook her head, "Kennedy, who's Stiles?"

No.

Kennedy shook her head as she ran out of the library. She couldn't let Stiles get taken. She wouldn't. Stiles was her best friend, her soulmate, her anchor. She couldn't lose him. Kennedy ran. Her eyes turned blue as she found his scent.

Stiles Stilinski had came to the very same conclusion. He was next.

"Stiles!"

The boy spun around to see Kennedy. The love of his life. She remembered him. Stiles sighed in relief as he grabbed her. "Kennedy." He wrapped his arms around her for a moment. "You know me. Oh, thank God. You know me."

"I know you." Kennedy nodded as she pulled away. "But I think everybody else is forgetting." Her voice cracked as she shook her head.

Stiles looked over Kennedy's shoulder. They could both see the wind blowing leaves around them. A horse neighed, causing Stiles to look over. "Hey, do you see him?"

Kennedy shook her head, "See who?" She asked quietly. She looked around, only seeing the school grounds.

"The guy on the horse," Stiles said as he stared at exactly that.

Kennedy let out a whimper as she shook her head, "Stiles, if you can see them, they're gonna-"

"No, I know, I know," Stiles said as his hand was on Kennedy's face. "They're comin' for me. So you have to get away from me right now, okay?"

"Stiles, I'm not leaving you!" She shouted. She held on to Stiles. She couldn't lose him. She couldn't.

Stiles grabbed her hand. They ran down the side walk. Stiles could hear the horses, the horses steps. He ran as fast as he could, Kennedy's hand locked with his. He could feel the black velvet box in his shirt smacking his side as he ran. If he was taken, Kennedy would forget him. Everyone would forget him. Stiles stumbled to a stop, trying to run in a different direction.

"Where are they?" Kennedy asked quietly as she looked around.

"They're everywhere." Stiles told his girlfriend as he looked at the three horsemen. He pulled Kennedy towards his car. "Kenny, don't look at them, okay? They'll take you, too. Just do not look at them."

"I won't, I won't!" Kennedy said as she ran after Stiles. The couple flung themselves into the car, Kennedy pushing her hair back as she looked at Stiles.

The teenage boy put his key towards the ignition, pausing. He looked up. There were so many of them. How would he make it out of there? He was surrounded, and Kennedy couldn't see them. She was safe. He looked at Kennedy for a moment, seeing the Ghost Riders behind her.

Kennedy looked at Stiles with wide eyes, "What are you doing? Stiles,we need to go!"

Stiles looked at the key, slowly pulling it out of the ignition. "There's no time," His voice was quiet. He turned towards Kennedy, "I'm going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex." Kennedy shook her head, remembering this. She had seen it, just like Ben said. "You're gonna forget me."

Kennedy shook her head. "I won't. I had a vision of this Stiles, I won't! " She sobbed, looking at the backseat where she sat in a vision of this very moment.

"Then you know you will." Tears rolled down Kennedy's face as she shook her head. She had seen this, why didn't she realize sooner? Stiles's hands were entwined with hers. "Just try to find some way to remember me, okay?" He asked softly. Kennedy nodded her head, "Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I totally confessed my love to you like twice in the most cheesy ways? Or how about the first time we kissed after the bet? Remember how you saved my life?"

Kennedy smiled as she choked on another sob, "You saved my life too." She said as she looked at Stiles, their hands holding on. Stiles looked at her for a moment, knowing he wouldn't have much time.

"Just remember..." Stiles whispered cupped her face in his hands. Kennedy closed her eyes as his hands grazed her skin and his lips softly pressed against hers. His hands wrapped themselves in her hands again as his eyes met hers. "Remember I love you."

Then, it all just happened.

Kennedy screamed as Stiles was ripped from her hands. A piece of her being torn away. She stared at his seat where he once sat as the door suddenly shut. The world around her fell apart as she stared at the blue Jeep. Memories of Stiles Stilinski slipping from her memory as tears rolled down her face. She had to remember. She needed to remember.

"Remember..."

"Kennedy!"

The Stallard girl climbed out of the blue Jeep as she saw Scott's running figure. She sighed in relief, running towards him. Scott's arms wrapped around her waist, his face in her hair as he held on to her tightly. He found her. She was safe.

Scott pulled away from Kennedy, his eyes looking her over for any injuries. "Dani called, said you just ran off. She thought maybe you were the next one to get taken." He said as he looked the Stallard over.

"No, no, I'm fine," Kennedy whispered as she wiped tears off her face. Why had she been crying? She looked around, trying to remember something. "Just shooken up,"

"Thank god, I don't know what I would've done without you," Scott breathed as his hands framed Kennedy's face. The Stallard girl stuttered in surprise as Scott's lips pressed against hers. The feeling of his hands on her skin felt unnatural. But how could it? Her confused eyes fluttered shut as her hand wrapped around the base of his neck. Their lips pressing against each others like they had a million times before.

Lydia and Malia Tate came walking out of the school with Danielle Tyler. "There's Beacon Hills's favorite couple," Lydia teased as Scott and Kennedy pulled away from each other. "Did you guys find anything?"

Scott's arm wrapped around Kennedy's waist as she looked around. Her eyes landed on the Blue Jeep. She had never seen it before, had she? She tilted her head in thought as she looked back at Lydia and Scott. "No, I didn't find anything." She offered quietly as she looked at Scott. "I should head home, my parents are probably worried about me." Kennedy mumbled as she looked back at the Jeep again.

Something about it was strange, but she didn't know what.

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The school bell rang loudly in Kennedy's ears as she walked inside. She could see everyone. Mason and Corey flirting at the lockers, Liam and Hayden walking down the hall. But she couldn't shake off that feeling. That feeling that something was missing.

Everyone seemed to think everything was normal. They didn't pay any mind to the girl with auburn hair who stood in the middle if the hall with a frown on her face. Mason, Hayden, Liam, and Corey tried to give her a wave, but they could tell something was off.

Malia Tate walked by her friend, stopping at the obvious strange look on Kennedy's face. "You okay?" She asked as she tilted her head.

Kennedy shook her head as she looked up at Malia."I have this feeling that I was supposed to do something," She whispered as she looked over.

Scott stepped towards his girlfriend with a soft, concerned look. "Do what?" Danielle and Lydia walked over, holding their books in their hands. Kennedy looked at Lydia, both of them sharing a wary look. They could feel it. Something in the air was different than before. They just hadn't said anything.

"I can't remember."