Thanks to alll who comment, defiantly and yes werewolf Reid, but I am also a vampire lover so maybe another fan fiction but you know I had just watched Teen Wolf and then I was obsessed with werewolves for a period of time so yeah.

Anyways, warning there is blood and gore, supernatural themes but if you haven't guessed that then yeah, maybe swearing and yeah.

I don't own this bloody good show Criminal Minds

Back at the Police Station, Hotch and JJ were researching on the Davis Family.

"This family's pretty feared in this town," JJ dropped a file the table before raising a hand to her forehead and gently sighing.

"You got that right sweet cheeks," Garcia's voice popped into the conversation.

"Yeah," Hotch replied, "On many occasions, people have filed complaints but they were withdrawn within an hour of being made," JJ looked up to him.

"Damien was attending school when the house was set alight, the poor thing, his uncle was coming home and tried to save some of the family members but was severely burnt," Garcia never enjoyed reading stuff like this but she knew that she had too, "After spending five years in the hospital he went into deep depression and was sent to a mental hospital, he never talks or even comes out of his room."

"Garcia," JJ sounded curious, "Do you mind telling me how you got this information?"

"That is for me to know and well you will never find out," She said in her cheeky voice, "Hollow when you need me," and she left with a beep.

JJ couldn't help but smile.

"Well it sounds like Damien would be the more likely person," Hotch said, not letting his eyes drift from the files at hand of the five victims.

"Yeah, I mean if you just lost your entire family and the only survivor went into deep depression and was put into a mental hospital and won't even talk to you, you've got to fell abandonment, " before JJ could even finish her sentence , Hotch looked up at her.

"Maybe that's why he involves it with the Ritual, maybe he believes it's his only way to bring his family back," Hotch continued.

JJ called Garcia again, "How old is Damien Garcia?"

"Well hello to you too," clicks and taps echoed until they heard Garcia's voice again, "Ah… Damien Davis was… seventeen at the time and is now twenty… oh," Garcia stopped her rapid typing."

"What?" Hotch asked, curious at what Garcia had just found out.

"Apparently his father didn't die in the fire, he was mauled to death in the forest, Damien was the one who found him," Garcia was deadly silent, "Anything else you need my lovelies?"

"No," Hotch said, lost in thought, "Thanks Garcia."

"No worries boss man, Garcia out," A click was the last thing they heard before Garcia hung up.

"You don't think Damien could have done it?" JJ turned to Hotch.

"Maybe it was accidently and now he can't control the urges so he's reasoning that he is doing it for a good reason," Hotch replied to her.

Reid's POV

We walked into the tiny room, shortly followed by Emily and Rossi. We all sat down around the small table. It wasn't getting any better, only this time I figured out that it's not just a bad feeling, so far we've figured out ever victim described the same symptoms that I had. I know it's stupid and unrealistic but for some reason it was like they were marked for the attack and know I was marked. I just wish that before I even got on the plane that I told Hotch that I was feeling unwell, at least then I wouldn't be here, I would be all safe at home. By the looks of things we won't get enough evidence to make an arrest, we will have to go out in the forest and try to catch the guy with the geographical profile and that was what was scaring me the most.

"Ms Daniels said it was like a tradition for them to go camping every month on that day, they wouldn't change it for the world," Emily said, starting up the conversation.

"They actually said they wouldn't reschedule," I added.

"Why did they think of rescheduling?" Hotch asked, looking straight at us.

"They weren't feeling well," Rossi answered.

"Yeah, same here," Morgan finished, "Almost like it was a bad feeling," Morgan's eyes turned to me, why the hell did I tell him about it?!

"Do you think the unsub threaten them?" JJ put out.

"No," Morgan looked up, "They were responsible kids from what we heard, they would've told someone about it if they were being threaten and it doesn't fit in with the other murders."

"So is it just a flu then?" Emily narrowed her eyes.

"No," I looked up, "I think it's almost a death mark, this guy picks them at the start of the day then kills them at night, he knows that they will be out in the forest and he knows that he won't fail," Everyone's eyes looked up at me and now I couldn't care less.

"I think we need to talk to Damien Davis," Rossi ended the silence, which I was grateful for, another second I would've screamed.

The house was actually quite nice, it was medium in size, it had a quite large yard area and the lawn looked like it was watered every day.

If it weren't for the increase of pain, I would've been prepared for the interview but my mind was now fading in and out and it wasn't going away this time. Two hours left until the full moon reaches its peak.

"Damien Davis, FBI," Rossi knocked at the door, Morgan was right beside of him and I was just behind the both of them, trying to make sure they didn't see me. I could feel the sweat drip from my chin and coldness that crept over my body.

The door swung open and behind it was a intimidating man, around Morgan's size, pure muscle. His eyes were cold almost like a black coal and his hair was a deep sea black.

"Yeah?" His tone was flat and hard.

"My name is Agent Rossi, these are agents Morgan and Reid, we're here with the FBI, we would like to ask you a few questions," the man's eyes immediately darted to me and wouldn't leave me. At the moment his eyes were on me the pain rapidly increased and I put my hand on my stomach to try and calm the pain.

Damien widened the door enough for us to step in. The walls were bare and the tables that should have items don't. If I had to guess, the man is isolated and depressed.

"What do you want?" He never even changed his tone, when we walked into the large lounge room and sat down.

"Have you heard of the recent murders?" Morgan started off.

"Yeah," He looked up but he didn't look at Morgan, he looked at me again, "let me take a guess here, the police told you that I would be the most likely suspect in this town that would have done it?"

"Well?" Rossi raised his eyebrows.

"Well I think you're up the wrong alley," a smile crossed his face, "I was at the hospital all day and night."

"Don't you need to know what day it was?" Morgan glared at him.

"I already know, it's all over the news," him glared back before grapping the remote and turn on the TV. Detective Quinn was there announcing everything to do with the murders, "See."

We all looked at each other, why would she do this.

"Well can you confirm that you were at the hospital all day and night?" Rossi asked, trying to catch this guy on one slip up.

"Yes, the nurse that was watching and also the hours of footage there," He looked down at us, "Would that be all?"

"Yes thank you," Rossi said while we headed to the door, "If you have anything else please call us," as he handed him the card.

"If I were you, I wouldn't go out tonight something stirring," Those were the last words the man said before he slammed the door on us and now they're sticking with me.

"Well he's a happy man," Morgan said sarcastically, at least I think it was sarcasm.

"Tell me about," Rossi looked up, "I don't think that we'll be able to arrest anyone within two hours."

"We're going to have to go out and try and find him," I pointed out, they both agreed. It was the only option.

"We best confirm that he was actually at the hospital though," Morgan said as he grabbed his phone, "Hey baby girl, can you do something for me?"

"Oh baby I can do many things for you," Garcia slyly said.

"Baby girl, no time for that, I need you to pull up footage from the local hospital here," Morgan continued.

"Sure thing I will send you them momentarily, Garcia out," Morgan then looked back at us.

"She gonna send them to us," Morgan said as we headed for the SUV.

The Police Station

"Hotch did you know that Detective Quinn did a press conference?" Rossi went up to Hotch.

"Yes, we needed to do it, we only have an hour and a half left, we need as much information as possible," Hotch explained, knowing time is short.

"OK but don't you think it might stop him from doing it again and stop all together," Rossi pointed out.

"He won't be able to, it's his Ritual, he needs to do it," Hotch ended the topic before JJ called them all to the room.

"We have the footage Garcia sent over, this guy looks clean," JJ pointed out before turning on the small screen.

"He was there at the start of the day and he stayed there through the night, just staring at his uncle," JJ explained.

"The guy can't let go, he's not our guy," Morgan slammed his fist.

This wasn't good. How can I go out there, knowing that I might be next? Of course the team didn't know what I had discovered and they never will know, I will be dead by the end of tonight, then reasoning kicked in. Why would this happen, I caught the flu, so did all the other victims. What, did I on some level I just call myself a victim?

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