TWO

I sit on the stool, ready to the photo for a senior year book. The girl, Sydney, stands in front of the camera, and I give a big smile towards her. I felt someone come in the frame, and I saw Stiles walking towards me.

"Hey, Stacey..." Stiles trailed off, I cocked my head, glaring. "Right... right." Stiles backed away, watching, I repositioned myself again. I straighten myself up and I smiled, showing my teeth. Stiles jumped in. Again. "Once... oh!"

"That was a good one." Sydney sighed, getting annoyed by my boyfriend. I knew the reason why he was doing this, he didn't sign up for his own photo so he's trying to ruin mine. Little skank. I glanced over at the long line of people waiting for a photo.

I smiled, staring at the camera and Stiles had jumped in, I turn and gave him a what the heck, look. After two more tries, I gave up and groaned. "Stiles!"

"You're still in the photo," Sydney spoke, and I sighed.

"Why?" I groan, turning my head towards him, who shrugged.

"Can't I have a photo with my beautiful girlfriend?" Stiles asks, and wrapped his arm around me, and smiled at the camera. "Okay, I'm ready," Sydney sighed, obeying for some reason. She then clicked and took the photo.

"I'm so sorry," I told Sydney, and jumped off the stool and she nodded in response. I grasped for his hand and dragged him over to the bench. "You ruined my yearbook photo, the only decent one is going to be the one with you in it. Oh, wait, that's all of them."

"Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo?" Stiles asks, smiling down at me.

"Maybe because you haven't signed up for your own one?" Malia answered.

"Yes, I did," Stiles said matter of factly and brings out a piece of paper, the sign up form. He then showed us, and it was blank.

"Stiles, baby, it's blank." I laugh, looking down at the not signed up sheet.

"Uh..." He trailed off, confused. "What? I did this with you, remember?" Stiles looked down at me and I shrug.

"I would be lying if I said yes," I smiled up at him. He looked down, like someone had killed his puppy. I stand on my tippy toes, cause he so freaking tall, and I breifly kissed his cheek.

"Or maybe you're sublimating the stress of graduating by avoiding key milestones." My brother spoke, looking up from the bench. I cocked my head and grinned. Everyone looked at him, confused, even Lydia, who's the smartest person on the earth. "Psych paper,"

"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" I tease and giggled a little.

"Hey, the Deputy searched the car." Stiles changed the subject. "No slugs, no exit hole. And the address Alex gave my dad, it's an abandoned house. Come on! Missing parents, suspicious guy on horseback, magic bullet. Who's coming with?"

"I've got to retake my photo." I told him, he looked down at me with wide eyes.

"What? I thought our one was pretty cute." Stiles dramatically said.

"You haven't even seen it." I scoff. "And I also have other stuff to do. Not this time, babe,"

"Yeah, not interested." Lydia shakes her head.

"I cannot miss any more classes." Scott told him.

"Scott." Stiles draws out.

"I missed 38 last semster," Scott told him.

"Scott..."

"And Lydia's mum is the only reason I'm still in school." Scott pointed out. "I can go after school."

"Malia... please tell me-"

"I have plans, sorry," Malia quickly cuts him off and he sighed.

"You know what? Forget it. I'll take Liam." Stiles looked over to where Liam had been last seen, and he was making out with his girlfriend, Hayden, on the bench. He sighed again. "Yeah, I'm not taking Liam."

"Mmm-mm." Scott hummed and I laughed.

"Hey, can I get a candid?" Sydney asks, bouncing her way back over to us. I grin.

"Yeah sure," I answer, at the same time, Stiles said; "Uh, no."

Scott pulled Stiles down, and I followed. Lydia was next to me, Stiles was on my other side, Malia was sitting on the bench, and Scott on Stiles' other side. Stiles had swung a arm around me.

"Okay, fine, if you can explain to me why this is blue, I'll let it go," I watch as he pulls out a shield glass that was blue, Scott took it out of Stiles' hand and held it in his.

He then shoved it in his pocket, and Stiles turned back to the camera and Sydney was there. "Everyone smile," Sydney spoke. As the camera clicked, I felt Stiles' lips hit my forehead, I still held the smile. I turn my head back to him, he was smiling at me, and he connected our lips together, and Malia, Scott, Lydia groaned.

I rolled my eyes and pulled back. "Oh, shut up."

✢

Riders on a storm... this song had been stuck in my head all day, I just can't seem to get rid of it. I sat in History with Stiles and Scott. They were itching to go to the abandoned house. I softly start humming it to myself, but stopped, when I saw Stiles' thumb starting to rapidly tap on his desk.

I watch as everyone had jumped up to leave class when the final bell for the last period had rung and I was left behind. I knew Scott and Stiles were gonna see the old house, I had no idea where Malia and Lydia was but I was just... alone, in an empty classroom

The TV was ecstatic, as we were watching a boring as documentary, which, no one cares about. After everyone had left, I shake my head and I stood up, gathering my things together. I stopped as I go by the TV, hearing the sound of rain.

The sound of a storm, thunder crackles throughout my ears. Okay, I must be going crazy. Riders on the storm... It sounded like it was coming from the TV, which, makes no sense at all. I branched out a hand towards the TV slowly.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck, hitting in front of me, making me fly back onto the ground on the other side of the room. My books fly out of my hands, and I grunt as my back lands on the ground.

The blinds being pulled by the teacher brought me back into reality, I turned around and saw the teacher opening the blinds. What the hell just happened?

✢

It was late at night, and I was at the school with Stiles, after he had gone to the abandon house he had came to get me.

"I keep feeling like it's familiar, you know?" Stiles asks as he flips through a book, as we exit the school and out near the parking lot. "Like I've heard it before."

"That's french. A lingering thought you can't reach." I inform him.

"Since when do you know French?" Stiles asked, looking down at me.

"Allison had taught me a little," I mumble, and it grew quiet between.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," Stiles apologised and I shake my head, and I smiled up at him. "But... is there a french word for, feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency and impending doom?"

"Ask Lydia." I sigh, running a hand through my hair and we stopped walking for a bit.

"Okay, what does your Banshee intuition say this is?" Stiles asks, and I cocked my head at him.

"That you don't have to figure this all out right this second," I told him.

"But this kid, this kid's got no one." Stiles sighed. "You know, and... there's a reason why, there's gotta be." Stiles then closes the book, a thunder crackles above me. Riders on a storm...

"Give this man a ride, sweet family with die, killer on the road," I mumble.

"Riders on a storm?" Stiles asked, and I looked up at him.

"What?"

"That's a song, riders on a storm?" Stiles informed me and I nodded. My eyes widen.

"That's it." I told him, an idea instantly popping into my head and now I'm eager to tell him my theory.

"What's it?"

"The Ghost Riders. The Wild Hunt." I explain. "They come by storm riding horses, and the take people."

"Stacey, you're so smart I could kiss you right now!" Stiles jumps with excitement, I shake my head.

"Please do not kiss me," I chuckle, there was debate in his eyes, his head moving a little, but he connected our lips together for a short, brief moment, I closed my eyes. He pulled back, grinning, and runs off.

"Did it anyways!"

✢

"Got your text." Malia spoke as she walked into the my history classroom, I was sitting on the desk. "You said you needed my help?" She paused and look in the state I was in. "Oh, god. That kind of help."

"Something terrible is going to happen." I told her. "Where's Lydia?"

"She went home." Malia answered. Malia sat on the desk beside the one I was sitting in. "Okay, what is it?"

"I don't know." I look up at Malia. "That's why I need your help."

Malia sighed, and nodded. She pressed her lips together. "When did you first have the premonition?"

"I was with Stiles." I look at her. "We realised it was the Wild Hunt. The Riders, the horses," I sighed. "Souls getting swept up."

"Those who see the Wild Hunt beware, for you are already lost." My computer was opened, and Malia had read the quote that I had put upon.

My eyes widen in realization. "Horse's. He saw them." I panic, he's gonna be taken. "He saw the Wild Hunt. Where is Stiles?" I jump up quickly, waiting for Malia to answer.

"Who's Stiles?" She asks, my mouth opened then closed before I turned around and I broke out into a sprint towards the door. I ran down the hallway, my pants were picking up. He's going to be taken, I can't forget him. I had noticed the doors closing and I pushed through them, oh, thank god he's here.

"Stiles!" I yell as the door leads us outside.

"Stacey?" Stiles asked, turning around and he held me in his arms.

"Stiles!" I wrap my arms around him, and he hugs back. It was for a short moment.

"You know me. Oh, thank god, you know me." Stiles breathes out and pulls back.

"I know you." I rushed out, nodding my head. "But I think everyone else is forgetting." There was a look on Stiles' face, and I knew something was wrong.

"Hey, do you see him?" Stiles asks, looking in a direction and I look the same way, there was no one there. He must be seeing the horse and the man.

"See what?" I whisper out.

"The guy on the horse." Stiles points to a specific spot, but there was nothing there.

"Stiles, if you can see them, they're gonna..." My voice breaks, as tears start to prick in my eyes.

"No. I know, I know. Okay, they're coming for me," Stiles told me, cutting me off. "So you have to get away from me right now, okay?"

"I'm not leaving you!" I protest, shaking my head.

He quickly then grabbed my hand, nodding. "All right, come on," Stiles spoke and we ran. "This way, this way," we made our way down to the pathway. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Stiles stopped us, there was nothing there. I whimper. "Okay, this way," Stiles and I turn around, and we stopped, there must be another one coming up behind us.

"Where are they?" I yell in confusion.

"They're everywhere." Stiles shakily said. "Come on. Come on, come on!" He urged me out of there, turning around and running towards the parking lot. You can see his Jeep parked. "Stacey, don't look at them, okay? Don't try to scream. They'll take you too. Just do not look at them." We made it to the Jeep, and I climb into the passneger seat, and Stiles' was in the driver's seat.

"I won't. I won't." I yelled and closed the door. Stiles had quickly brought out his keys, stumbling them around, and I was panting. He puts the right key in the keyhole, but he stopped. He looked up and through the windows. "What are you doing? We need to go!"

He didn't turn on the car, instead, he took out his keys. "There's no time." He slowly said, making me widen my eyes. He's gonna let them take him? He looked at me. "Stacey, I'm going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex. You're going to forget me."

There was a huge lump in my throat. "I won't. No, I won't. I won't." I can't forget Stiles, how can I forget Stiles?

"Stacey, you will." Stiles softly whispers, making me shed a tear or two. "Just try to find a way for you to remember me, okay?"

"I can never forget you." My hand reached up to his cheek and I rub it softly, and I let a sob escape my mouth.

"Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with?" Stiles softly said. I nodded. "Our first kiss? Or how I had a crush on your freshman year. Sophomore year? Junior year? Remember how you saved my life?"

"You saved my life too." I whisper. Our hand intertwine, his thumb rubbing on my knuckles.

"Just remember... remember I love you." He whispers, and I nodded before I felt his lips connect with mine. A few tears mixed in with it, everything felt like it was in slow motion. And I hated it. And suddenly, he has pulled away from me, making me yell in shock. He was no longer in the car, he was gone, taken.

The door slammed shut. "Remember..." I mumbled. I then shudder, as I stare around the car that I'm randomly in.

Why am I in a blue rusty piece of crap Jeep?

✢

The next day in school felt different. I was so sure that I was supposed to meet someone, but I can't remember who. I had entered the hallways, alone. I pushed my hair back slightly, and stood in the hallways.

I frown deeply, who was I meeting with?

I look around and spotted my dorky younger friends, Hayden, Liam, Corey, and Mason, who had looked over at me and smiled at me, giving me a wave. I slowly nodded at them back.

There were kids chatting with each other. What was I suppose to remember? A freaking chemistry test? My eyes scan the place, trying to find the thing that I was looking for. Everyone seemed so happy to be back at school today. That's when Malia and Lydia came into view, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You okay?" Malia asks, and I snapped my head towards her.

"I have this feeling like I was suppose to do something." I softly said, what was it?

"Do what?" My brother approchs me.

"I can't remember."

A/N

Hello people. I might be crying right now.

But anyways, re-reading this made me sad.

Hoped you some-what liked it, I love you all!!

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