A Little Less Thirteen Candles

Blood and Fevers You Can't Sweat Out

"Are you serious?" Pete growled watching Patrick eating a pint of ice cream, his ice cream.

"Kids be nice." Cece passes through.

"I'm just eating," Patrick grumbled.

"Apparently it's his secret stash so he's a little butthurt."

"Not his fault," Patrick shrugged and smiled teasingly at the hunter, "you want a bite Pete?"

Pete glared at the reaper as Joe ran in.

"What's up Joe?" Cece turns to him.

"Dirty give me some info. Lots of demons on main."

"Pete and Joe let's go. Patrick stay here and for the love of god don't kill anyone or break anything."

"Why can't I go?" Patrick looked up, still munching on the cold desert.

"Because I said so."

"Fine," he rubbed his eyes.

"Thank you." She says before they leave. They arrived as demons ran around them. People screamed as others were cut down.

"Crap..." Cece sighs taking the chaos in.

"Ah the hunters. Welcome back," Beckett sneered.

"Look it's the head dick head and tweedlee and twedledum." She says referring to Brendon and Spencer.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Bill chuckled before turning to the two, "Get them."

On cue Brendon went for Cece and they started fighting.

"You picked me how cute." She teases.

"Not my fault you're an easy target." Brendon smiled evilly.

"Oh am I now?" She asked before kneeing him in the place she knew would hurt. He hissed angrily, his eyes turning jet black. He grabbed her by the hair as a demon walked towards her.

"Joe!" She called out as she fought hard to get out.

"Cece!" Joe yelled running towards them, "Patrick we need your help!"

Cece gasped as black smoke flew out do the demon's mouth. As soon as the smoke flew into her mouth she collapsed.

Patrick appeared with an angry yellow gaze. Brendon cowered with fear before he vanished.

"Cece look at me," he held her head gently. When she opened her eyes, they were pitch back. She had been possessed.

"Get out of her right now before I cast you to hell," Patrick snarled.

"Bring It Stump," she taunted.

His eyes turned orange as he breathed heavily in, "Get out."

She chuckles in disbelief, "If I do she won't be the same."

His lips pulled back in a sneer, "You wouldn't-"

He froze as a sharp pain shot through his hand. His eyes widened as he stared at the finger that dug into his left hand.

"Oops." She smirked standing up.

The reaper fell backwards, his body shook as his senses went crazy with new smells. He felt awfully thirsty. Fangs began to grow within his mouth and his head burst into pain.

"Released the beast."

Patrick bared his fangs at her before shooting away. He tackled the nearest demon and tore at its throat.

In a matter of seconds the demon and its vessel were killed by the reaper. Patrick let out a crazed laughed, as he felt the blood drop from his face and hands. He dove for another poor demon and the massacre continued.