Angel | TW/ B.T.

t h i r t y

I sat, looking straight ahead as my vision came back. I saw other people around me. I stood up at the same time someone else did.

"Stiles?" I asked as I ran over

"Blaire?" He asked me.

"Oh my god." I said and hugged him.

"We need to find out how to get back."

I nodded. The speakers crackled to life as it began naming places. Everyone stood and walked over to the edge. Stiles grabbed my hand and we walked over together.

"What is going on?" I asked.

"Excuse me." Stiles said to some. "Do you know where this train is going?"

They ignored him and he asked other people as he pulled me behind him.

"Stiles." I said and tried to pull him back. He just backed up slowly as the ghost riders got closer. Then someone grabbed the two of us, pulling us behind a pillar.

We both looked up.

"Peter?" Stiles asked.

"It had to be you two."

"Peter?" Stiles asked him as he walked away. "How are you here?"

"What do you mean How am I here? I'm here, you're here. Delicate Blaire is here."

"Hey, I'm not that delicate." I said. 

"Now get the hell away from me." Peter said. He sat down.

"Hey Peter." Stiles snapped. "What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for my train." He replied.

"Did you not just see that?" I asked. "This is not a fucking train station."

I walked over to the edge as Peter and Stiles talked.

"Blaire." Stiles said. "Please step back from there."

I walked back over to them.

"I need to get out of here." I said. "My brother needs me."

Peter stood, "How long have I been here?"

"The lock down that got you out, was three months ago." Stiles said.

"I've been missing for three months? And no one came for me?"

"It's what the ghost riders do, they erase you from everyone's memories."

"Ghost riders?" Peter asked. "Like the wild hunt?"

"You know what I'm talking about?" Stiles asked.

Peter sat, "Of course I know what you're talking about. They ride the lightning. They are an unstoppable force of nature, but I promise you they don't make pit stops in train stations."

I saw an old lady smiled seductively at Peter as I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing.

"I escaped one prison only to land myself in another one." He said.

"Come on there has to be a way out of here." I said.

"Blaire's right, have you tried looking around? Talk to anyone?"

"If this is the wild hunt there is no escape. We're doomed to ride the storm. Forever."

"This is a train station. You can get out of a train station."

"We can't get out of here, Stiles because this place isn't real."

"What do you mean?" I asked.