The Rising Sun (A Stiles Stilinski/Teen Wolf Fanfiction) [2]

Chapter 2 - The Hunt

**Disclaimer** I don't own Teen Wolf and I most likely never will. The disappointment is killing me.

                 ~~STILES POV~~

 I finally find a girl who is not only smart, gorgeous, and brave, but a girl who actually likes me back. For the first time since Mom died, I wasn't afraid. Loving Emma was just easy. She made me a better person, challenging me every day. I get a girl for once, and now she doesn't even know who I am. Her blue eyes don't glisten the way they did before. She doesn't have that soft and crooked smile when she looks at me anymore. The girl I once knew is gone. 

 I left her room, my heart sinking in disappointment. I don't know what else to do. I can tell she doesn't believe me when I tell her I won't lie to her. Of course I understand how terrifying this all must be for her, but I'm hurting too. No one has taken my feelings into consideration, even though I know that's selfish to say. 

 I didn't get the closure people get when they break up with one another, or even when your lover dies. My girl is still here, live and breathing. We never ended our relationship, instead she was taken from me as her memories were taken from her. How do you accept that the person you love, the person you've shared many intimate moments with, can't even remember your name? How can you ever be okay after something like that?

 I slumped back into the chair I'd been staying in all weekend. I just can't bear to leave her. I keep hoping that by some miracle she will remember, that things can go back to normal, or at least as normal as it gets around here. The supernatural can be pretty cool sometimes, but it can also be a huge bitch. It's unpredictable. It can consume your best friend and make your girlfriend lose every last memory she's ever had. The worst part is, there's nothing I can do. I'm just Stiles, the human. I'm pretty much useless.

 As I stared aimlessly at the ceiling, someone sat in the chair next to me. Without even looking I could tell that it was Eric. I know that he's about as distressed as me with this whole situation. She's his sister, after all. He, as her older brother, was supposed to protect her. Even though we all know it wasn't his fault, he still feels responsible. 

 He let out a heavy sigh before asking, "Any luck?"

 I shook my head. "Nope."

 We both let out a groan. Eric and I have actually grown to be friends over the weekend. Our mourning over Emma's memory loss sort of brought us together. As the two affected the most -- with the exception of her father -- we've been the ones putting the most effort into trying to get our Emma back. 

 She was all he had left. She had been the one thing he hadn't totally screwed up yet. Emma always came to me about she and Eric's relationship. She told me how he was changing, not just for her, but for their mother and sister. I admire Emma for being able to forgive Eric after her abandoned her when she needed him the most. That's something I really love about her; she's so understanding. It takes a certain kind of strength to forgive someone after they leave you in your most vulnerable state.

 Eric let out a huff of air, one intended to be a laugh. I turned my head to look at him. He was shaking his head slightly and smiling to himself. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, wondering what he could possibly be thinking about.

 "You should have seen her after Peter took you," he said, giving another soft laugh of disbelief. His words caught my attention immediately, causing me to sit up. "She was absolutely hysterical, thinking that you were dead or something. Luckily I found her in time - "

 "In time?" I questioned.

 Eric looked at me with lazy eyes, still slumped in his chair. "Before her panic attack got out of hand."