It was the official last day of school at Beacon Hills High School. Thankfully, it was only a half day used to pick up exams and clean out lockers, otherwise everyone would lose their minds all day long and absolutely nothing would get done. Stiles took it to himself to clean out his locker first thing so he didn't have to drag all of that stuff to his car when all he would wanna do is run out of the school with his middle fingers in the air. After he put all of his school junk in the back of the jeep, he ran up to Scott, who was taking down the pictures of he and Kira that she put up for him.
"Hey!" Stiles said enthusiastically, starting to make a drumbeat on the lockers next to him, "Are you excited? I'm excited!"
Scott shrugged and started to laugh at the amount of energy Stiles had this morning. "Dude, are you okay? How much red bull did you drink last night?"
"None," he said, shaking his head rapidly, "I'm just really relieved and excited. For once, all of my ducks are in a row and everything is perfect. You'd feel really good if your perfect girlfriend decided to give you another chance instead of dumping your ass on the side of the road like she should have."
"Believe me," Scott said, closing his locker, "My girlfriend keeps two lethal weapons on her back. I know exactly what it feels like to screw up and make it out alive."
"I know, but like…" Stiles said, shaking his hands rapidly, "Like I've reached this new salvation and I feel really good about everything. My dad and I fixed the jeep, school's out for summer, and I have like the best girlfriend…"
"Can we not?" Scott asked, "That's still my sister."
"Sorry," Stiles said, "I'm just really happy…"
"No shit," Scott sighed, closing his locker, "If I screwed up that bad with Kira and she forgave me, I'd be relieved too. You probably had more to fear, though."
"Wait, why?"
"Because my sister doesn't tolerate bullshit."
"Ouch!" Stiles gasped, grabbing his chest, "That one hurt!"
Scott raised his eyebrows and started to walk away. Stiles quickly followed after him.
"We may not be the 'ideal couple' because she's perfect and I'm… you know… me, but we work really well together and I'm still shocked that she's with me and that you haven't ripped off my nuts for sleeping with her."
"Which is still a sore spot," Scott added.
"Right," Stiles said.
"It's alright," Scott said, patting Stiles' back, "She makes up for it by making jokes about you."
Stiles scoffed. "She may love to laugh about how pale I am, but I am actually her sexy white chocolate dream."
Scott cringed. "Gross, dude! That's my sister!"
"Too much?" Stiles asked.
"A little. Why don't you go find her while I try and get that mental image out of my head. Oh! and if you see Kira, tell her I'm waiting by my bike."
Stiles nodded and patted Scott's back once before heading down the hallway, through the double doors, down the stairs, to the right and to the very end of the first row of lockers that rested there. The fourth locker down from the right was where Arielle would be waiting for him. Meanwhile, Arielle was with Kira, helping each other gather their things before leaving for summer vacation.
"Have you heard from Isaac?" Kira asked Arielle.
"No," Arielle said, shaking her head, "but I don't blame him. He needed this getaway with Allison. I'm glad Lydia offered for them to go with her."
"I know. Greece sounds like fun," Kira said nodding, "and it's only been a week, so I'm sure he'll call soon."
"He better," Arielle said with a grin, "I'm tired of being one of two siblings. At least Isaac was the neutral zone in World War McCall."
Kira shrugged and smiled, "I think it's cute that you and Scott are becoming more like real siblings."
"That's cause we ARE real siblings. It was bound to happen," Arielle rolled her eyes, "That means interrupted makeout sessions, unkept secrets, and several rounds of 'i'm not touching you!'."
"He actually does that?"
"I told you! He ALWAYS does it right when you leave! I wouldn't lie about this."
"I'll watch out for it next time. I doubt you're lying. HIM on the other hand..."
"Exactly," Arielle laughed, "but whatever. It's summer. Are you and my brother planning on… sneaking off?" She gave her a wink, then laughed at how awkward that felt.
"I don't know yet," Kira said, crossing her arms, "Scott's so worried about you all the time that I have to do all of the planning myself."
"Wait… you plan when you have sex?"
"Is that bad?"
"No! It's not… THAT bad… but… I don't know, maybe I'm biased for spontaneity because my boyfriend NEVER thinks that far in advance."
"Speaking of which," Kira said, taking her way out of this conversation and pointing to the necklace she was wearing, "I never told you how much I love that necklace."
"Thanks!" Arielle said, touching it softly with her fingers, "It's been at least a week since he gave it to me and I still get butterflies when I see it."
"Aren't you glad he decided to give it to you then instead of now?" Kira asked.
"Thrilled," Arielle sighed.
Stiles came around the corner, only hearing Kira's question and Arielle's answer. He placed his arm around Arielle's shoulder and pulled her close to him.
"Yeah," he said with a proud huff, "I pride myself on being spontaneous because I never plan that far in advance."
"See?" Arielle laughed, looking at Kira.
"Oh hey," Stiles said, "Scott's waiting for you by his bike, by the way."
"Thanks," Kira said.
Arielle winked at Kira, whose face started to grow pink with blush as she left. Stiles moved his hand slowly from Arielle's shoulder down her back and finally resting on the curve of her waist. He kissed her once, then grinned at her.
"You wanna have lunch with me?" he asked quietly.
"I would love that," Arielle answered, "Maybe later we can finish what we started in the car."
"I would love that as well," he said, giving her another kiss.
Excitedly, Arielle jumped and placed her hands on her boyfriend's shoulders. "Everyone is raving about the necklace today. I used to get dirty looks from the snooty popular girls at school, but I walked around with my necklace all out and proud like 'that's right, what did your boyfriend get you last week? An STD?'." She giggled. "I've never felt more like a badass in my entire life."
Stiles widened his eyes and started to laugh. "Not even when you gained control over the water spirit that inside your body and used it to save the entire town?"
Arielle paused and thought about it, then lit up again. "I am so cool!"
He put his arm around her and chuckled, walking away proudly with his badass girlfriend out of the school and towards the jeep. They talked about the past year of school, what their goals were for next year, and then Stiles put on a song on that radio that Arielle thought was dumb and they jokingly argued about that, which lead to a playful cat fight at a stoplight which lead Stiles to cease fighting and just grab her hand, holding it tightly and never wanting to let go as he continued to drive down the road. The more time they spent alone, the more Arielle swore she felt like she was falling deeper and deeper in love with him. She didn't think it was possible to love him more, but that proven wrong almost every day.
As they were driving down an empty road that was paved through the woods, Arielle was looking straight in front of her when a flash of something dark went right past her face. She looked out the window and to the road that was fading behind them.
"You okay?" Stiles asked, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently rubbing it.
"Yeah…" Arielle said, sitting back against the seat, "I could've sworn I saw something just now."
"Like what?" he asked worriedly.
"Like… a flash of something, like something was trying to get somewhere fast." She looked over at Stiles, whose face was growing increasingly more worried. The last thing she wanted to do was worry him further, so she shrugged it off. "I guess it was nothing. I'm still kinda seeing things since the sewer incident, I guess."
Stiles looked at Arielle and rubbed her shoulder again, giving her a small grin as the woods faded away and the town started to appear. He parked the jeep at the very edge of the parking lot next to the street with cars zooming past every 30 seconds. They went into the diner, ate lunch, talked, laughed, shared their hopes for the coming year, Stiles paid, and then they went on their way out back towards the jeep.
"I don't care what you think," Arielle said as she strutted out of the diner, "Greedo shot first."
"You are sorely mistaken," Stiles said, chasing after her, "It was Han Solo who shot first."
"Lies!" Arielle shouted, turning around and walking backwards to the car, "And don't you dare say the wikipedia page says so, because that is a load of-."
Arielle turned around so she wouldn't trip over anything, but what she saw written on her boyfriend's jeep made her jump out of her skin and let out a quick scream, jumping back to Stiles. Stiles grabbed Arielle and held her tightly. The words on the back of the jeep were written in something red. They tried to convince themselves it was ketchup or syrup, but secretly, they knew exactly what it was.
The words said "It's coming for all of you."
Arielle didn't know what else to do except take her cell phone out of her pocket and call one number.
"Hello?"
"Scott," Arielle said, breathlessly.
"Arielle," Scott answered worriedly, "What's going on?"
"I don't think this is over…"
The next morning, Scott and Arielle tried to wake up later than usual because it was the official first day of Summer and that's what teenagers usually do when there's no school. However, the hidden message on Stiles' car the night before kept them both up at night. It was hard to sleep knowing that there was a threat to their friends, or to the whole town. They also didn't know enough to just sleep on it.
"It's coming for all of you," Scott repeated as they sat at the kitchen table of a bowl of cereal that was already getting soggy.
"What does that mean?" Arielle asked, "The word "it" could mean anything."
"Maybe it's a creature?" Scott asked, "An animal, maybe? Something not human?"
"And it's coming for ALL of us," Arielle noticed, then paused and threw her head on the table, "this is the least helpful threat we've ever received."
Stiles shrugged and started to rub his girlfriend's back when the house phone started to ring. Scott was the one to get up and answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Scott?" Melissa said, muffled from the sound of the chaos from the hospital.
"Mom?" he answered.
"We just got a huge amount of patient check-ins," she explained, "so I think I'll take an extra shift today until the hype calms down."
"Patient check-ins?" Scott asked worriedly.
"Yeah. Looks like there was probably some crazy party and some kids got into some trouble. Honey, I gotta go now."
"Mom-."
The line went dead and Scott looked at the receiver before placing it back on the telephone. Arielle sat up and frowned at her brother as he turned around.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
"I don't know…" Scott said pensively, "but I think 'it' managed to get a few people hospitalized today."
Arielle and Stiles exchanged a look before Stiles patted her on her lower back. "Go," he said. Immediately, the brother and sister stood up and started racing out of the door, hopping onto Scott's motorcycle and speeding towards the hospital. The two of them ran in and instantly found their way to the front desk where, of course, Melissa was standing, organizing medical records. When she caught sight of her children, she rolled her eyes.
"Why am I not surprised?" she said to herself, chuckling a little bit.
"What's going on?" Scott asked.
Melissa came out from behind the desk with her arms crossed, "It's not your concern. For now, it just looks like three students have alcohol poisoning. Nothing supernatural here."
"Are you sure?" Arielle asked, "because… Stiles and I saw something WEIRD earlier."
"Like what?" Melissa asked.
"A message on Stiles' jeep that says 'it's coming for all of you'," Scott answered.
Melissa paused and looked between the worried faces of each of her children. It was almost strange how similar they looked at times, especially when they were both worried and ready for action in the weird supernatural kind of way. She sighed and pulled them aside.
"Okay… right now it looks like three teenagers, from out of town most likely, caught this… disease," Melissa explained, "Their skin's getting pale and their muscles are weak. The doctors have tried the basic medicines, but nothing seems to be working. In fact, every time they try a different treatment, their condition gets slowly worse."
"And you didn't think that was supernatural?" Scott asked.
"I thought it wasn't, but if you guys have reason to believe it is…"
Arielle and Scott exchanged another look and nodded at each other.
"We'll get back to you on that," Arielle said before the two of them rushed back out the door.
When they pulled up in front of the house, they both removed their helmets and walked back up the walkway to their house
"We can't know anything for sure," Scott said.
"A threat written on your best friend's car and three teenagers dying isn't enough of a sign for you?" Arielle asked.
"We can't identify what's happening unless something else goes wrong."
Arielle looked forward, shaking her head, but then she suddenly stopped and gasped, touching her hand to her heart when she saw another message written in red on their front door.
"You can't escape…" Scott read solemnly. He started to approach the door, leaving Arielle behind in shock. He touched one finger to the liquid and pressed it between his fingers, "Blood."
The very next day, Melissa reported back that, not only were the three teenagers quarantined, but that another patient was admitted with the same symptoms as the original three. They say that, to be sure, that if something really bad happens and is about to get worse, it occurs in threes. There were four patients now, so there was no denying that the disease was serious, but Scott was hesitant on assuming that the messages were in relation to the sickness until he would see a third message. Soon enough, Stiles sent a picture to Scott and Arielle of a message left at the sheriff's station. Written in blood, it almost looked like different shapes trying to form letters. Nobody understood what it said.
"What is that?" Scott asked with Stiles over speaker phone as he and Arielle stared at the phone.
Arielle squinted at the phone, then took it out of Scott's hand. She started to zoom in on the picture and her eyes went wide.
"What?" Scott asked.
"What?" Stiles echoed.
"I know what this is," Arielle said, "This is ancient greek."
"Well that's great!" Stiles cheered, "Can you read it?"
"Not exactly… ancient greek is different then modern greek. Unfortunately, supernatural greek creatures can't read ancient greek anymore. Stupid supernatural evolution... but I'll tell you what I can do. I can translate it letter for letter into modern greek. The letters and symbols can be changed into modern greek."
Scott got up and picked up a laptop, paper, and something to write with. After some online research with ancient greek symbols to modern greek letters, they had the phrase "Είμαι που φέρνει τον θάνατο" written down. When Arielle's pen finished the last letter, she dropped it and gasped.
"What does it say?" Stiles asked.
"Eímai pou férnei ton thánato," she read aloud, "I am the bringer of death."
"Well," Stiles sighed, "Happy summer everyone."
