A Little Less Thirteen Candles

Prolouge

"Hey guys we got one!" Patrick yelled to his friends as his phone buzzed loudly, "they are on Van Buren! Must be one of Beckett's! At least five of them!"

"Alright get in the car!" Andy yelled to the three other hunters as he grabbed his jacket. Pete let out a shiver as he burst into the freezing cold night air. Joe jumped into the drivers seat and started the car. Patrick ran out with two salt guns and a net gun, you could never be too careful around demons. Joe slammed on the gas and they sped down the frozen streets of Chicago.

"Joe stop a block away. They don't need to know we are coming," Andy ordered as Joe slammed on the brakes.

The four hunters climbed out of the car only to see a man standing over five bodies. One more was held in a cold white hand, soft murmuring came from the strange man as the demon's vessel shuddered and he started to whimper in pain.

"Those are demons... they've been killed," Pete whispered, "Patrick who is that standing over them?"

"A reaper... they are very dangerous," Patrick watched the figure, "they are basically part demon and human but the human is still alive and has control over the demon- Pete! What are you doing?" The gadget man hissed as Pete stepped out of the alley that they were hidden in with a gun raised.

"Doing my job, if he's a demon-"

"Pete that's a dumb idea!" Patrick shouted in a low whisper, "You never piss a reaper off!"

"Well take this fucker!" Pete shouted firing the salt round at the reaper. The reaper vanished in a flash as the demon collapsed on the ground, black smoke flew from his body and passed Pete. Patrick let out a scream as he was flung back into a nearby wall.

"Patrick!" Joe dashed after his friend and so did Andy. Patrick's face was bright red as he struggled to breathe, a hot sweat had appeared on his face as he whimpers in pain.

"It hurts..."

"I know it does but you just gotta breathe come on Rick you can do it," Andy soothed feeling Patrick's forehead but it shot back in pain since it was literally burned.

"Joe he's burning up..." Andy whispered his eyes growing wide, "do you have a herb we could use?"

"I don't know," Joe shook his head, "did it actually burn your hand?"

The plant lover let out a gasp when Andy showed him his angry red hand.

"Please," Patrick sobbed, "do something! It hurts! Andy please! Joe-"

Before he could say anything his body was swallowed up by sudden flames only leaving a pile of ash.

"Holy fuck... Patrick!" Pete ran over, "Where the hell did he go! Where is he!"

"Pete that demon... it burned him up..." Joe whispered in shock, he couldn't. take his eyes off the ashes, nobody could. Their friend got cremated right before their eyes.

"What are we going to tell Cece?" Joe whispered, tears started to fall down his face.

"Tell me what?" Patrick's younger sister walked into the alley, "What happened?"

"Cece..." Andy started, "I hate to tell you this... but Patrick's dead."

She shook her head in dismay, "No! That's not possible! He couldn't have died! Who did this?"

"It was that reaper. It let the demon loose and it killed Patrick," Pete bit his lip in sadness, "I'm sorry Cece but it was my fault too. But I promise you if we find another reaper I'll kill him."

"You're the only one who fully knows Patrick's work more than us. We'll need you if we are to find that reaper," Andy whispered somberly.

"I'll do it. For patrick," she looks at the three of them.

"For Patrick," they repeat.