A Little Less Thirteen Candles

You Have Friends?

It had been over a year since they lost Patrick. Or according to Pete one year, two months, and fifteen days. That was until one day Cece called to them.

"Guys we have demon activity! Along with some traces of a reaper!" She yelled.

"Where?" Andy asks.

"Van Buren," Pete froze as she said those words, the same street they lost Patrick... shaking his head he spoke up.

"Great come on lets go before we lose him," Pete dashed to the car. They fallow him and climb into the car. They started the car and sped off.

"Cece you recreate the symbol, you found in Patrick's notebook, in Marcum's alley we'll trap him there. Pete you're the bait," Andy devised the plan to everyone.

"Why the hell am I the bait?"

"Because you're the reason we're doing this."

"Fine."

The car halted as the hunters jumped out. Cece dashed off down the alley to recreate the symbol, while the others went to find the reaper.

"Guys," Joe hissed seeing a soft light.

"What?" Pete asks in a quiet whisper.

"Come here I think I found it."

"I wasn't doin' nothin' you can't do this to me," the voice of a demon whimpered as a pale man shrouded in darkness stood over him. The man didn't say anything but Pete could make out him opening his mouth.

The demon screamed before falling the ground silent. In the reapers fingerless-gloved hand appeared a dark ball of black smoke. Dropping to the ground he drew something into the dirt and a hand rose from the floor immediately latching onto the black smoke ball and dragged it down the dirt closing up around it. The man stood up brushing the dirt off his pants, he started to mumble something in an unknown language, his hands sputtering with flames as he flexed his fingers.

"Get out there," Joe shoved Pete forward, the reaper looked up, training its yellow eyes on Pete.

Pete trained a gun on the reaper and with shaking hands fired a salt round. It hit the reaper in the arm making it screech in anger.

"Run!" Andy yelled fleeing to the alley. Joe and Pete run as fast as their legs can carry them.

Pete dove past the symbol as black smoke stopped in the middle. The smoke formed into what was the reaper. It was a thin man with brown hair that seemed pale in the faded street light, he was completely clad in black with a leather jacket and combat boots. He banged angrily at an invisible barrier that the trap had set.

"Dimitte me alioquin interficiam hominum!" He screeched.

"You're not going to get out," Cece shook her head as the reaper tried to blow the barrier up, but that just ended up in having him hit the other end pretty hard.

"Dimitte me alioquin interficiam hominum!" He repeated.

"I can't understand him," she frowns.

"I think he's speaking Latin," Andy spoke up.

"Yes I know but I don't understand Latin."

Andy thought for a second, "Quid... tibi loqui... um... anglicus?"

"Etiam," the reaper replied and Andy's eyes lit up.

"You speak Latin?"

"In high school. And he said he speaks English."

"Thank god." She sighs in relief, "What is your name?"

"No," was his curt reply.

"Interesting name-"