insanitywhore

As Patrick opened his eyes, a blurry white ceiling came into view. He groaned and blinked trying to focus on his surroundings. He was lying in a weirdly familiar hospital bed. As he looked around he searched through his memory to find the reason he was in here in the first place, and then suddenly it all came back to him. He tried to sit up but made it halfway before crying in out in pain. He fell back onto the pillow and gasping in pain. The room spinned as he felt a wave of nausea hit him and he struggled to breathe, he fell back onto the pillow and gasped. He heard the door open and slam shut made no move to acknowledge it and then there was the sound of high heels hitting the polished floor.
“I saw you were awake,” Cristina said leaning over him frowning, “how do you feel?”
Patrick shook his head weakly and tried to get up but Cristina pushed him back down.
“Don’t get up,” she said firmly turning around to check an iv drip feeding into his arm.
“What’s that?” he muttered weakly closing his eyes.
She ignored him and started to leave.
“Cristina,” he muttered and opened his eyes staring at her frozen back, “Why are you doing this?”
“I think you know,” she said before softly closing the door behind her.
He did know, he realized then, all those people from before must have been the same as him. He has the same fate and he couldn’t do anything about it. He closed his eyes feeling the drugs take over, before he passed out one thought circled his mind. Why me?

Matt arrived at Gerard’s hideout, with Brian and Zacky, at approximately nine o’clock. It used to be a college but it became disused when the dandies took over. Normal citizens were either forced to surrender and become vampire fledglings or become servants to the dandies, Gerard didn’t like the original name so he changed it to the Umbrella Academy, based off a graphic novel he wrote. This was artistically painted to a wooden sigh on the tall gates. Matt looked up the thick and heavily decorated Iron.
The school was obviously posh but clearly had been left untamed by time. Matt stepped back and took a run up before leaping gracefully over the gate, without an impact. Brian and Zacky landed behind him equally as silently, and they started up the wearing paved path that winded up a slightly steep hill. There were trees and plants littered on both edges and the path that twisted and turned for about a mile and a half before they came to a clearing where the entrance to the Umbrella Academy was. There were five wide, light grey stone steps leading up to a porch with two dirty white columns at the base and to the sides of the steps. On the porch was a big, thick wooden door with massive locks. Matt walked up to it and was about to knock when Brian held out his arm to stop him.
“You sure you want to go through with this?” he asked, concerned.
Matt felt a pang of annoyance and averted his eyes, “Yeah. Sure,” he grunted.
Brian sighed, “nothing will have changed, Matt, he’s still your ex. You can’t just hope he’ll fall in love with you again.”
“I don’t!” Matt snapped, “He just needs my help. Let’s just go in, Okay?”
Brian frowned, unconvinced, but reluctantly dropped the subject, not without sharing a worried glance with Zacky.
Matt ignored them and raised a fist to knock on the door but the door burst open before he could.
“Matt!”
“Frank!” Matt grinned as he embraced the younger man, “It’s been too long! I missed you,” and he wasn’t lying Matt really had missed Frank.
“I missed you too, Mattie,” he said and then turned to Zacky and Brian, “Hey, Zacky, hey Brian!”
“Hey, Frankie,” they said together and pulled them into tight hugs, then Frank led all of them into a long and dusty hall.
“Jeez, it seriously has been too long,” Matt said running his hand over the stair banister his hand collecting a large amount of dust.
“Yeah, I agree,” someone said from behind him. Matt turned round to find Gerard standing in the doorway of the living room on the left side of the hall. “Sorry ‘bout the dust, we only just moved here. Haven’t had a chance to clean,” He walked over to Matt and pulled him into a tight and meaningful hug, “Far Too long, It’s been far too long.”

Once they had got reacquainted, they gathered around the for lack of a better name a conference table. It was located in a room in the basement of the house which was accessed by a very well disguised door and a narrow spiral staircase. About seven or eight prison cells lined the walls which Ray told them that Ryland, Gabe, Travis and him had made adapted disused classrooms by removing the original, large wooden doors and placing thick, steel ones in their place with narrow, slits near the top and heavy bolts so that even a vampire couldn’t escape. As the were passing the fourth or fifth one, Matt could have sworn he saw a pair of dark, brown eyes gazing curiously out at him through one of the slits.
Seated around the table was a group of several vampires, humans and werewolves alike from different clans and areas. People Matt had never met or heard of before like, Travis Clark Matt McGinley, Andy Hurley, People from Gerard’s clan like his younger brother Mikey and Ray Toro, Frank Iero and Bob Bryar, The infamous Cobra Clan of Gabe Saporta, Victoria Asher, Nate Novarro, Alex Suarez and some random people like Greta Salpeter, Eric Roberts and Danny Duncan. Matt was surprised at the amount of people Gerard had been able to call in at such short notice. Gerard motioned Matt to sit in between him and a vampire from the infamous Cobra clan called Ryland Blackington, who was very talkative and a very nice guy. The table itself was a huge rectangle with several empty spots near the end.
“Guys!” Gerard stood up and yelled, “Hey everybody! Shut the fuck up!”
People stopped talking instantly when Gerard talked and Matt knew that they respected him.
“We have a problem-” Gerard began but Andy interrupted with a very sarcastic, “Well done.”
Well maybe everyone else.
“Shut up Andy,” Gerard snapped, glaring at the other vampire, “As I said we have a problem. The dandies have taken over most of the city, though it’s hard to say how bad the situation is I think we can say for certain that we need to do something.”
“Is this about what happened to Patrick?” Travis (Clark) interjected.
“Stump?” Matt added frowning, he had only met the hunter a couple of times and only briefly. Generally when he went to the hunter’s base it was to negotiate with Pete. He had like him though, he had smiled shyly at him and asked him about his tattoos, he was hard not to like.
“Yeah,” Gerard glanced at Matt quickly before turning to Travis, “and yes, this is about what happened to Patrick.”
“Well what did?” Ryland asked, frowning, “All I know Is what Gabe told me, that Pete left and now both of the warm bodies are missing.”
Andy growled, “Those ‘warm-bodies are my friends.”
“Is that how you treat friends?” Ryland’s said fiercely standing up to his full height, “Abandoning them with only Pete for protection? That don’t seem very friendly to me.”
Andy stared at him for a few seconds in furious shock, “I c-can’t believe this, Is this what you all have been thinking? Fuck this, fuck you all,” He said his voice cracking slightly, “Fuck, I can’t fucking believe this. I- fuck.”
He stood up and left Matt thought he heard a sob before the door slammed shut. Ryland had an unreadable expression on his face, he stood staring at the closed door for a few more seconds before he simply looked around the room before sitting back down and saying with the slightest shake to his voice, “Right let’s get on with it, shall we?”
Gerard sighed, “Sure,” he seemed unfazed by the sudden out burst but Matt knew him better than that, “Nate, Any sighting of Beckett?”
“Nope,” Nate says, non apologetically, “Sorry, Boss. We’ve been checking all round town especially his popular hunting grounds. We didn’t see him once. He seems to be staying out of the fights. ”
Gerard sighed, placing his head in his hands, “But why? I don’t understand any of this. This all is connected but how? We’re getting nowhere.”
He sounded so sad and desperate compared to the calm and collected person he’d been not minutes ago, that Matt couldn’t help but put his arm round his shoulders, “Hey you got Pete back, no? And we’re here now, we’ll help.”
Gerard looked up at him, “but-”
“No buts,” Matt said, more confident than he’d felt all day, “It will be okay. It has to be. We’ll call in reinforcements, start questioning people. Someone in this god forsaken city has to know something.”
Gerard smiled gratefully at him and laid his head on Matt’s shoulder. Matt could see people getting awkward, “Meeting over, I guess?”
Gerard nodded, “Stick around, though, we have plenty of empty rooms. Matt and I will brainstorm and get back to you.”
People got up and started to leave and Gerard looked Matt in the eyes and whispered so nobody else could hear, “thank you.”
Matt smiled warmly and pulled him into a powerful embrace. Once everyone had left Gerard briefly looked around and then kissed Matt gently, then without a word he left the room leaving poor Matt alone and confused in the “conference” room.

William leant back from the computer screen. The high definition picture showed Matt sitting motionless at the table staring after Gerard with a mixed expression, though William couldn’t quite put his finger on it. William frowned thoughtfully, “Hmm, I wonder what went on there, they obliviously have history. Adam,” he said sharply turning to his accomplice, “I want you to find out what happened.”
Sisky laughed nervously behind him, stealing glances at the door while he thought William, wasn’t looking, “W-why?”
William turned to him incredulously, “Are you fucking serious? I could use it to my advantage. Do you know what kind of leverage information like that could achieve? Stupid fuck.”
“I’m sorry sir, won’t happen again sir,” Adam said staring at his feet, “If I may, you should probably leave soon sir. Someone will most likely be here soon to check up on me.”
William smirked looking Adam up a down but got up to leave, though before he reached the door he stopped to kiss up Adam’s neck and jaw line. When Adam visibly started to shake William chuckled softly, “See you soon, sugar.”
Then he left closing the door softly behind him. Though he kept a cool exterior, William Beckett was bursting with curiosity about Matt and Gerard situation. He had a contact that could look into the history. He just told Adam to look to keep him busy. He chuckled to himself, and spun on the spot disappearing into thin air. This was too easy.

Do you know what I hate?

People who hate Fall Out Boy because they hate Pete Wentz, to me they are two separate things Fall Out Boy is the music and lyrics and the BAND not the frontman and i have nothing against Pete, i admire him as a lyricist and a person, and it can go the other way! I also hate people who love Fall Out Boy for Pete!! I think its time the others got some more credit! A Band's music and their frontman's personal life are two very different things in my opinion. You should like/hate a band for the MUSIC not the celebrity.

Though Fanfiction, I admit is quite obessive. I admit I am addicted, It's like my crack but I don't think it's quite the same thing. It's hard to describe really. I do love Andy, Joe, Patrick and Pete, but I don't say I like Fall Out Boy because I like the people in it. I like the music and the fiction.

Does any of this make sense??

Pete stared blankly at Adam for 3 whole seconds before his brain exploded.
“What?!”
“He’s not human,” Adam said stated as if he were talking about the weather.
Pete whimpered, “That what is he?”
“I don’t know,” Adam said hopelessly, “He wouldn’t tell me. I don’t think there is even a name for it.”
“Well,” Pete resisted the urge to say what his powers are, “How is he inhuman?”
Adam put his hands through hair, “You’re leaving here soon anyway. Besides, If he wanted you to know, wouldn’t he have told you?”
Pete could only gaze in horror as he realised the truth behind what Adam had just said. He almost didn’t notice the sudden wind, all around him, above him, below him, inside him.
“Goodbye Peter, Get him out alive wont you?” he heard Adam whisper in his ear before he lost the feeling of anything and his eyes saw black.

“Yes!” Bob Morris was grateful at least for the little luck left in the world, “finally!”
Since Greta had called him with her problem five hours ago he had been trying to revive Pete, or the patient as he had come to calling him. It disconnected him from people he treated that way It helped him concentrate he even told Gerard to wait downstairs because he kept asking questions. He let Andy, Greta and Jon Walker, who had arrived about three hours ago with Spencer and his cat Buttons, stay to help but five hours with them and he just wanted to punch Andy.
“For the last time, no I don’t kill healthy animals for their blood,” Bob lied, “I use dead ones.”
Andy frowned still not convinced but dropped the subject.
“Greta, get him a glass of water,” Bob ordered, “And a towel.”
She turned and pulled a glass out of the cupboard, “Will he be okay?”
“Yeah,” Bob glanced down at the bloody table and the still unconscious vampire, “It was a rough operation but it worked. His body just needs to heal so loads of bed rest and fluids. Make sure he gets enough blood, his body needs to replenish the blood he lost.”
He placed the drink Greta had passed him on the counter and dampened the towel, he pressed it to Pete’s temple.
Jon stood up from his seat near the door, “I’ll get Gerard.”
Bob just nodded as Jon slipped out and down the stairs.
“I’m gonna leave, see you honey,” he said kissing Greta deeply before following Jon.
Andy stared in shock at Greta who was gazing dreamily at the closed door.
“Greta?”
She turned her eyes wided in shock, “Andy, I forgot you were there.”
“What was that?”
“I don’t know. He kissed me!” She said walking over and turned the kettle on, “Coffee?”
“Greta, you’re dating Jon.”
“I know! I know! Okay, just don’t tell him yet. I’ll break it off with one of them, just don’t know which one.”
“You shouldn’t be dating two guys at once,” Andy said and pinched the bridge of his head. He was starting to get a migraine, “Look, I love you. You’re like a little sister to me but Jon’s like my little brother too.”
“I know. I was dating Bob first and then I met Jon and feel in love while Bob was in New Jersey and now I have two guys I’m in love with and no idea which to pick!”
Andy was really too tired for this shit, “Okay, I wont tell him, but I’m not going to lie so figure it out before he does.”
She just nods sadly.

Spencer was reading a midsummer nights dream in Library when Jon came in.
“Oh thank god,” he muttered to himself, he was not impressed by the gothic owner of the library. Gerard had been staring constantly at him the whole five hours.
“He’s going to be okay,” Jon gasps, he turns to Gerard, “You okay dude?”
“Yeah,” Gerard clears his throat, “can we move him?”
“I guess so,” Jon replied. Spencer frowned at him, he didn’t even get hello.
“Hello by the way,” Jon added to Spencer. Spencer grinned he forgot Jon could read minds.
“Move him up to his room, I guess, we need the table clean,” Gerard continued as if Spencer wasn’t there.
“Why?”
“I’m calling Matt.”
“Who?” Jon asked but Gerard had already left.
“It doesn’t matter,” Spencer said and pulled him into a comforting hug, “I love you,” he whispered in Jon’s ear and kissed Jon slowly.
“I love you too,” Jon replied between kisses.

Ville watched Patrick with glee as he sipped on his sugar free coffee.
“I thought you were drink whisky,” Patrick said distractedly.
“Hmm, so I was,” Ville smiled, “but it’s too early for whisky so I changed my mind and apparently my drink.”
Patrick frowned, “So what now?”
“hmmm,” Ville’s turned completely black as he surveyed Patrick with lust, “Step one.”
Patrick jumped out of his seat and tried to run for the door but Ville caught him by the collar.
“Leaving so soon?” he spat in his ear.
Patrick was shaking but he knew it was no good talking to vampires in this state of mind.
Ville pushed him up against the wall and his eyes flickered across Patrick’s face.
“Such beauty wasted on a traitor,” his eyes glistened, “I was right about you though, You smell delicious.”
He sunk his fangs into Patrick’s pale neck without further warning. First thing Patrick knew was a sharp pain and then the sensation of two thick needles being forced roughly into his neck. He couldn’t really feel the blood being sucked out of his body but he got dizzy and his vision blurred at the edges. He didn’t know how long Ville held him there, breathing deeply into his neck but after a while he felt himself being laid on the floor and Ville’s voice whispering in his ear.
“Goodbye Patrick, you taste delectable”

When Pete opened his eyes he was in a vaguely familiar room. He was lying in a plain bed with white sheets and a scarlet duvet. There was dark wooden drawers and a wardrobe, otherwise the room was quite empty, apart from a few photos, a bottle of pills and a glass of water on the nightstand. He tried to sit up.
“Fuuuck,” he gasped as pain shot through his abdomen, he feel back on the pillows.
The door to the room opened just then and a girl peeked in, “You’re awake!”
“What?” he murmured, but she had already moved over to the bed.
“Hey it’s me, Vicky-T! Remember?” she said grinning down at him.
“Yeah from the Cobra club?” he said weakly.
She helped him to sit up, “Yeah, here,” she passed him two of the pills and the glass, “Painkillers, Greta says take two every four hours.”
“Greta Salpeter? From Gerard’s clan?” he asked disbelievingly.
“Of course,” she says, “now drink that, I’ll be back soon.”
She smiles fleetingly before leaving. Pete swallowed the pills and lay back on his pillows sighing.

“Hey Matt! Gerard’s calling!”
“What?” Matt stood up from his desk and Brian came running in with the phone.
“Matt, Gerard’s on the phone,” he said and passed the phone over.
Matt accepted and pressed the device to his ear, “Gerard.”
“Matt,” came the reply, “Good, we have a problem.”
“A problem?” he asked intrigued, “What kind of problem?”
“Remember when I bumped into you?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Well Pete wentz was shot, which is why I was rushing. Anyways, I don’t think the attack on Peter was not random.”
“Someone’s trying to kill him?”
“Probably, I need your help trying to find who.”
“Not the dandies?”
“Maybe the dandies but again maybe not. Look, can you or can’t you come over?”
“Give me the address and I’ll be there.”
Gerard gave him the address and hung up. Matt leaned back in his chair and breathed deeply before going to find his team.

Gerard loved Greta, like a sister. She was always so graceful, her hair tided loosely in a bun and her tongue poking out curled loosely onto her upper lip. He had harboured a slight crush on her when she arrived but it was quickly demolished when she and Jon Walker got together. He had learned to live with the disappointment but that didn’t mean he couldn’t admire from afar.

“Do you know what’s wrong with him?” Andy asked her.
She looked up from Pete, “I have a theory, you said he was shot?”
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Well I think the bullet dissolved-”
“Dissolved? It was titanium, I checked the rest of the round,” Gerard picked up the gun he had tossed aside earlier from the table and pulled out a bullet. He raised it up to the light, to show Andy.
“Yeah,” Andy agreed, “How could that dissolve?”
Greta took it and left. Two minutes later she returned with a clear jar of what seemed to be blood clutched under her arm.
“Here watch,” She pulled off the lid of the jar, and Gerard could now smell the blood, a little old perhaps maybe a day or two but human blood all the same. He couldn’t tear his gaze from the dark red liquid that swirled lazily in the jar.
“Gerard? Gerard!” Greta waved her hand in front of his face.
“What? Oh, sorry,” His gaze met hers, “Continue.”
He gulped and pulled himself together, he hadn’t spent years training himself to be immune to the lust so that he could fall apart at the seams every time he saw blood. Greta took the jar and poured a small portion into a glass.
“I’m diluting it so that you can see better, but it still works because if it connects with blood at all it will take effect,” She said and dropped the bullet into the glass. It fell and when it hit the water it shot out into 11 equal parts. They disappeared almost instantly but Gerard could see every solid particle merge with the liquid particles.
“This is bad.” Andy said looking up from the jar at Greta.
“Yeah,” Gerard walked over to Pete and placed a hand lightly on his chest to check heart rate, “If they’ve dissolved like that then we have hardly any hope of flushing out the drug from his system.”
Greta nodded slowly and grabbed a mug from the table; putting in the dishwasher she suddenly had an idea, “Bob might know!”
“Bob Bryar?” Gerard scrunched up his nose in a way that Greta still found adorable.
“No.. Bob Morris,” She said pulling out her phone.
“Who’s that?” Andy asked from his place beside Pete.
“We used to be in a band together before, you know.”
Oh they knew it was the story of their life.

Pete woke up lying in the memory room beside Adam who was watching him intently.
“Who knew you could fall asleep in your own head. Only you Pete Wentz,” He said shaking his head.
Pete smiled weakly, “Yeah, I’m pretty special aren’t I?”
“Well, Patrick seems to think so,” Adam said with a huge grin, and offered his hand, “get up. I have lots to show you.”
Adam spent fifteen minutes searching through the photographs until he found one and held it up to the light. He nodded absentmindedly to himself.
“Here,” Pete received the photo and glanced down at it. He remembered the scenario well. It was April about two years ago and he, Patrick and Joe had gone out to the park after a show. They had been in a band with two other guys Jared and Mike before Pete got turned and It was Patrick’s birthday so they had decided to go out after the show to celebrate.

Flashback
The roundabout spun easily in dizzying circles and all Pete could focus on was Patrick opposite him. He clambered over the rails over to Patrick who frowned.
“Pete you’ll fall!”
When Pete reached him, he cut him off with a kiss. Patrick melted into his touch as he slowly stroked Patrick cheek and pulled him close. They surfaced for air and Pete grinned gazing into Patrick’s blue-green eyes.
“Totally worth the risk,” he whispered against Patrick’s ear and buried his face in Patrick’s neck. He could feel Patrick smile against his skin.
“I love you Pete,” Patrick whispered into Pete’s ear.
Pete felt his heart soar, “I love you too, Tricky.”
They clung to each other and kissed slowly as the ride slowed and came to an almost stop.
“Hey Lovebirds,” They broke apart to see Joe grinning down at them, “Come on, we’re gonna get some food.”
“We’ll catch up soon,” Pete said and turned back to Patrick helping him dizzily to his feet.
“Okay dudes,” Joe grinned and ran to catch up with Jared and Mike.
Pete slung his arm round Patrick’s shoulders and held him close as they followed the others at a slower pace.
“So,” Pete said tilting his head to look at Patrick, “What are you thinking about?”
Patrick smiled adoringly back at him, “You.”
Pete leaned in and kissed him slowly as they walked, “I’m thinking about you too.”
Patrick pulled their hands together and leaned his head on Pete’s shoulder.
end flashback

“Do you see?” Adam leaned down over Pete who had sunk to the floor, “Do you see what it used to be like? Before? You had him, and then when you got turned you gave that up?”
Adam tilted Pete’s head up to the light, “Why?” he hissed, and grabbed Pete by the shoulders and shook him, “Why?!?”
Pete felt his eyes tear up, “It was all for his protection I swear!”
“No it’s because you couldn’t stand him, his blood, his smell, him,” Adam gasped and closed his eyes breathing deeply at the memory.
“What?” Pete looked up at Adam his friend, “Why are you mad?”
“I knew him before you did,” Adam slid down beside Pete, “I knew him before you had him, before you broke him.”
“That makes no sense,” Pete watched Adam silent tears falling down his cheeks, “You’re part of my imagination, in my head. How do you know Patrick?”
“Your ‘Trick,” Adam whispered, “He’s not all you think. I knew him before you did, when he was barely fifth teen. I knew him. He’s not like other people, Pete. You barely know him.”

Patrick surveyed the man seated before him with interest. He had matted dark hair down to his neck and bags under his eyes.
“Patient number 3200, Name, Patrick Stumph,” He read aloud, “Age, 23. Gender, Male. Reason for admittance..” He looked up at Patrick frowning slightly and muttered something under his breath.
“Wait, What? Patient?” Ville raised his hand to stop Patrick.
“You shall not speak,” He said not looking at him.
Minutes past before Ville spoke again, “Now Mr Stump how much do you know about a Mr William Beckkett?”
“William?” Patrick blinked, “Well, he is Pete’s sire-”
“Wrong,” Ville said abruptly.
“What?”
“William isn’t Pete’s sire,” Ville replied simply.
Patrick smirked, “Then who is?”
Ville smiled, “Travis McCoy. Ever heard of him?”
Patrick paled, “Liar.”
Ville smirked, “Guess your Petey, Didn’t tell you?”
“No.”
“Well, your remember Friday 26th right? Well, William bit him but Travis turned him. William had no intention of turning him. When he bit him he meant to kill him, but Travis stopped him,” Ville leaned back into his chair, “He saw a friend in trouble and he stepped in but he didn’t want Pete to hate him. Pete was so far gone he didn’t know who was offering him their wrist. Guess he didn’t tell you that then?”
“No, but how do you know all this?”
“I know everything, I have contacts all over the city.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Patrick asked.
“It’s not like you’ll remember this at the end and I like rubbing it in your face,” Ville grinned, it wasn’t a comforting sight.
“At the end?” Patrick frowned.
“Oh haven’t you heard? I’m going to take over this city,” Ville leaned forward and picked up a bottle of whisky, “Would you like a drink?”

Author's Notes: Righto, I want comments pleeease!!! And tell me if its shit, I can take it. I just want to improve, you know? I know the fic's alittle confusing but bare with me, it might make sense in the end. :)

One day Pete was going to make his own story.
Not write it, writings too stressful, no make it.

“What is it that you regret in life?”
“Huh?” Pete looked up at the priest in disgust, “What a stupid question.”
“Peter,” The priest said sternly, “It’s essential.”
“Really?” Pete raised an eyebrow, “Well, it was just making the mistake of dying.”

Pete hid in the shadows. He liked the shadows cos’ no one could see what he had become. He couldn’t see what he had become. Half of him was glad he couldn’t be reflected, but it also made him felt like he wasn’t really there and that frightened him. Mirrors control some people and haunted others.

Do you know the feeling when you haven’t sleep at all? You’re sitting staring at something so hard that your eyeballs might fall out. That’s how Patrick felt, he had a lead. A spur of inspiration but he couldn’t follow it. He knew he should go to bed, that he was going to pay dearly for this. Finally he figured it out, but he felt someone put their arms around him from behind and stroke his hair. He tried to object but he never got the words out before Pete had whispered in his ear and he had fallen asleep on top of Pete. Forgetting everything, as Pete carried Patrick to his room, he had no idea just how close to humanity he’d got.

The blend failing, Pete could feel it and Patrick knew it. It wouldn’t be longer before Pete cracked and William Beckett would be waiting with open arms, no, they couldn’t let that happen so Patrick tried and tried to fix it.
“Here.”
Pete looked down at the blender with distaste, “What did you add this time?”
“Carrot.” Patrick said meekly.
“Inspired,” Pete smiled weakly at Patrick. But it was just that. Weak and false.

He was so close. Only about 10 centimeters. He could smell the sweet blood pumping through his veins. Patrick groaned a little and turned over in his sleep and Pete realized where he was and what he had almost done. Panicking, he sprinted as fast as he could out of the warehouse and along the streets. Breathing hard, not from exhaustion, but shock. He couldn’t go back there, ever and that thought made him want to cry.

“You’ll always protect him, Pete,” Gerard had once said, “but the question is what from.”
He knew now what Gerard meant.

Rain poured down from sky. It was like the world was crying, sweet, bitter tears of sorrow for what it has become. Pete watched them, fight for their lives. A line used far too much but life was a high stake now, taken for granted by the living and taken literally by the undead. Pete would have given his soul for a human life again but his soul, heart and very mind belonged to Patrick Stumph. So he wouldn’t.

The I pod was purple. Pete sighed as Time is running out by muse came on.
“Hey!”
Pete opened his eyes, someone was standing above him.
“That’s my I pod!” the person said looking pissed.
Pete sat up and stared at the newcomer with a bored expression, “So?”
“So I want it back.”
“No,” Pete said because quite frankly he was bored and in need of some drama.
“No? No?” The person spluttered, “Do you know who I am, kid?”
“Clearly not,” Pete replied emotionlessly.
The still unidentified person sat down next to Pete, “You annoy me.”
“And yet you’re still here.”
He surveyed Pete amusingly, “I’m Adam Gontier, but call me Adam.”
“Okay.. I’m Pete.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“I’m in your head. Of course I know your name.”
“Wait this is my head?” Pete looked around, “It’s empty,”
Adam looked at Pete curiously, “Or maybe you’re not looking right.”
“huh?”
“Close you’re eyes.”
“No, you’ll rape me.”
Adam chuckled, “Don’t flattered yourself, now close them.”
Pete obeyed.
“Okay, now what do you see?” Adam asked.
“Nothing, my eyes are shut!”
“Well, then open them.”
Pete swallowed his doubt and opened his eyes. He was in a room, the walls were painted white but there was black writing on them. He was sitting on a wooden floor, and Adam was sitting on a chair beside him.
“Hmm, there you go,” Adam vaguely pointed toward the walls, “these are your lyrics.”
Pete stood up and read some, “Yeah they are, but why are they here?”
“Cos’ there’re in your head and anything that is in your head is in here.”
“Okay,,, but my head isn’t just made up of lyrics.”
“Yeah,” Adam stood up and headed for a door Pete hadn’t noticed was there, “Come on.”

Patrick was still sitting in the same room when Cristina returned. Smiling sweetly at him she sat down beside him.
“So you really don’t know?”
“No.”
“Right….” She said but Patrick was sure she was humoring him.
She sighed, and stood up, “Come on.”
“Where?”
She looked at him. “Why would I tell you that?”
He shrugged and followed her out of the room. She lead him down three corridor and two staircases, the place was empty, no one roamed the corridors. The walls seemed even whiter without anything else. She paused and opened at door halfway down the forth corridor. Stepping inside Patrick realized that this was a hospital; a patient lay on a bed in the middle of the room. Her hair was black and spread across the pillow and her eyes were shut and the slightest shade pinker than her pale face. She looked so peaceful, and if Patrick hadn’t known he was in a hospital he wouldn’t have thought there was anything wrong with her. Cristina walked around the bed and pulled a chart out of her end. She studied it for a while, and walked over to the drip feeding out of the girls arm. Patrick didn’t know what was keeping him there, Cristina wasn’t paying attention and she hadn’t locked the door. Maybe Patrick didn’t want to leave, as crazy as it sounds, maybe he wanted stay because without adventure, life is boring.
“Why don’t you run?” Cristina said her back turned.
“Why run if no one is waiting for you when you return?”
She turned and looked at him, her eyebrow furrowed in confusion. “What about Pete?”
“He doesn’t care,” Patrick said calmly while he felt like crying, “He never did.”
Cristina looked at him almost pitifully before putting on her hard exterior, “Hmph.”
“What is wrong with her?” Patrick asked jesturing toward the bed.
“Her, she,” Cristina swallowed, “She got attacked by a ghost.”
“A ghost?”
“Yeah, nasty little buggers. It haunted her in her sleep and threw things at her till she went crazy and ended up here.”
“Ghosts can do that?”
“Yeah,” Her hair fell over her face and she turned and walked out into the corridor, “I have one more patient to go and see.”
He followed her into the next room.
“Are you a doctor?” he asked but Cristina ignored him. His eyes fell on the occupant of this room, he seemed average enough. He had light brown hair and a beard, but he looked about twenty. Patrick looked at the chart. Spencer Smith, why did that ring a bell? Cristina snatched the chart from its holder.
“Don’t look at that,”
Patrick retreated back to the door while Cristina looked over Spencer. Once she was finished, she grabbed his arm and pulled him along the corridor. She ran up a staircase till she got the top. They walked down another corridor, which was drastically different to the pervious ones. It had a lush carpet and paintings on the wooden walls. It looked like something out of a manor. She led him straight to the end, till she came to a door with a plack that said, Ville Valo. Patrick shuddered; he could tell this wasn’t going to be a fun visit.

Adam lead Pete through to door to another room. This one was full of photographs. Some were spread over tables and some where lying on the floor, others were stuck to the walls,
“This kind of reminds me of Saturday,” Pete commented.
“Yeah,” Adam agreed.
Pete walked through the room and picked up one. It was a picture of him and Patrick at the amusement park, before it happened, before he got turned.
Flashback
Pete aimed squinting his eyes a little. His hands shooks slightly as he took in his target. Bright eyes and bright fur, the aimed at smiled cheerfully at him. Pete’s finger shook at he pulled at the trigger, taking a deep breath he pulled the finger back.
“Pete! You did it!”
Pete put the gun down and turned to his boyfriend. Patrick’s eyes were shining merrily, at he grinned at Pete.
“Sir?” Pete turned to the guy behind the stall and received the giant teddy bear.
He turned back to Patrick and pasted the teddy on.
“What shall we call our first born, ‘Tricky?”
Patrick chuckled, “I don’t know, Panda, Why don’t you tell me?”
“Can we call it Winston?”
“Winston?”
“Please?” Pete pouted at Patrick, who smiled fondly back at him.
“Fine, but if he gets bullied by the other bears, I’m blaming you.”
Pete pulled Patrick into a sloppy kiss, “I knew you’d agree. You’re the bestest wife ever!”
Patrick laughed, “You still need to propose.”
Pete looked at Patrick curiously,” Tricky?”
“Yes…”
got down on one knee and looked up at Patrick earnestly, “Will you be my wife?”
Patrick pulled him into a passionate kiss, “Always.”
End Flashback
“Kid?” Adam waved a hand over Pete’s face, “You Okay Kid?”
“Adam,” Pete looked over at the dark haired man, “I miss ‘Tricky.”
Adam pulled into a hug, “Me Too,” he said petting Pete’s hair, “Me too.”

Pete hadn’t a clue what had happened. He remembered a gun shot and Ryan smiling, and falling and then all had gone black. Am I dead? He thought to himself, it certainly seemed that way. Bright colors streaked around the blackness, like a painter striking a canvas. He got up? He could see no ground but there was defiantly something under his feet. Everywhere was black apart from the lights that shimmered around the blackness. Like stars but multicolored pin points of light and the occasional streaks of bright light. He walked through the nothingness till he could walk no more. It wasn’t that he was tired; he just fell because he was bored and star gazed. He suddenly felt the need to look over to his left and he saw a purple I pod sitting on the ground next to him. He picked it up and turned it on.

Gerard was frantic and slightly lost. He knew the city pretty well but he didn’t really know the east side, where Ryan lived, he didn’t really venture over there normally so he was lost. He kept his head down and hoped no one recognized him but as he was walking past a group of young men with Tattoos spread all over their arms someone called out his name.
“Way? Yo Way!”
Gerard froze and turned, “What?”
“Gerard?” The person inquired, squinting to get a better look at Gerard.
“Jimmy?” Gerard turned getting distracted, and recognized the man addressing him.
“Gerard,” Jimmy hugged Gerard tightly, “Man, long time no see.”
“I know,” Gerard grinned at his old friend, “How are you, Jimmy?”
“Well, it’s the Rev now,” Jimmy or the rev smiled, at Gerard.
“You’re a revered?” Gerard asked in astonishment.
The group behind Jimmy laughed.
“It’s his stage name.”
Relief spread over Gerard’s features, “Man, I could never picture in a church.”
The rev grinned, “Yeah me neither. Gerard, you remember Matt, right?”
“Yeah! Matt, how are you man?” Gerard walked over and hugged the man tightly, “Or do you have stage name too?”
“Yeah it’s M.Shadows, but you can still call me Matt, I don’t mind, not like Syn here,” smirking he turned to one of the others. The man walked out of the shadows to revel himself, “Yeah, Way, Its Synster or nothing.”
Gerard chuckled, “Hey Brian, where’s Johnny and Zacky?”
“They couldn’t make it hunting tonight,” Jimmy explained, “But dude come lets go back and talk its not safe around her anymore,” He looked nervously around then added, “Not since the dandies took over.”
Gerard’s eyes widened, “Here too? Shit, we are in trouble look, I can’t come. I’m looking for someone.”
Jimmy looked at him curiously, “What kind of someone?”
“Ryan Ross.”
“Ryan, aye, I know that kid,” Matt said thoughtfully, “He lives around the corner third door on the right. I just saw Pete Wentz head that way not five minutes ago.”
“Shit! I need to go!” Gerard swore, remembering why he’d come in the first place, “Here,” he wrote down his number, “Contact me, okay?”
“Yeah…” and before Matt could say much else let alone accept the small piece of paper Gerard was gone, it fluttered to the ground and Matt bent to pick it up and shrugging he turned back to his friends.

Gerard burst through Ryan’s door half a minute too late. He found Pete in the living room unconscious on the floor and Ryan standing over him talking on a cell phone.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I did it. Calm down Brendon,” He had his back to Gerard, so Gerard saw the moment and took it. Creeping up behind Ryan he grabbed Ryan’s wrists and pushed him against the wall. Ryan yelped in surprise and dropped the phone.
“Ryan…”
“Gerard,” Ryan said in surprise, “What are you-”
Gerard smacked Ryan’s head against the wall and he slid to the floor unconscious. Gerard spat at Ryan’s lifeless body, and turned to Pete. Pete’s eyes were closed and he was breathing unevenly. Gerard checked his pulse, it was deathly slow. Shit, he swore quietly to himself. Pulling out his cell he phoned Mikey.
“Hello?” Mikey answered after 3 rings.
“I found Pete,” Gerard said grimly, holding Pete’s cold hand In his.
“Really? Is he okay?”
“Not really. Look, I’m going to carry Pete home, I need you to come and collect Ryan. Put him in one of the cells, Okay?”
“Sure,” Mikey hung up.
Gerard gave Mikey Ryan’s address and scooped up Pete in his arms, taking one last glance at Ryan he sped off into the night.
Pete was losing blood far too fast, even for vampire. The funny thing was that he wasn’t healing fast enough. Gerard barely made back to base.
“Andy!! ANDY!!” Gerard called out and sprinted to the kitchen where he laid Pete down on the table, “Andy?!?”
“Chill, I’m here,” the vegan drummer said from the door, noticing Pete he hurried to Gerard’s side, “Shit, what happened?”
“Ryan shot him,”
Andy checked Pete’s wound, “Shit, Okay, I need a bowl of warm water and my medical kit.”
Once Gerard got them, Andy set to work first cleaning Pete’s wound then extracting the bullet.
“Eww,” Gerard shuddered as Andy pulled out the little piece of metal that had been previously lodged in Pete’s chest, “That’s disgusting.”
“What?” Andy said not looking up from what he was doing.
“Blood freaks me out a little bit,” Gerard admitted.
Even at a time like this Andy could not repress a smile, “What kind of vampire lord are you?”
“A vegetarian,” Gerard said proudly.
“Okay, shit, Gerard, This bullet is coated with holy water and something else, but I’m not sure what. Anyways, this could be fatal. Here,” he placed the bullet in Gerard’s hand, “Take this down to Greta, she’ll know what to do.”
Gerard winced as Andy gave him the bullet but headed towards the basement without any complaints.

Greta Salpeter was 14 when she got attacked. She was walking home from the bookstore, delighted after buying the new Harry Potter book. Hugging it to her chest she smiled, a smile full of untainted sunshine. Then she notices someone coming toward her. The girl had black hair that reached to her shoulder and was grinning creepily at Greta. Greta quickened her pace and tried not to make eye contact but the girl grabbed her by the shoulder.
“Hey, there,” She smirked, “My name’s Cristina.”
“Erm, yeah, hi,” Greta ducked her head and tried to get away but Cristina grabbed her arm.
“What’s your name?”
“Greta,” Greta whispered.
Then Cristina leaned in so she was right up beside Greta’s ear.
“I know.”
Greta panicked, and tried to walk away, but Cristina pulled her rather forcefully toward a black car sitting in the car. Greta struggled but Cristina looked at her with her brown, almost black, eyes and Greta was under. She obediently followed Cristina and slid into the passengers seat, quietly. Cristina pulled up outside of a club and pulled Greta into the midst of all the people. Grinding slightly violently up to her Cristina pulled Greta into a kiss.
“A drink?” She asked sweetly and handed Greta a glass from nowhere. Downing it, Greta felt a little more bold and pulled Cristina into a kiss.
“Hmm, the guys are gonna be very pleased with you,” Cristina said through kisses and Greta got pulled away from her by a group of men. They pulled her into an alleyway and Greta dropped the glass on her toe, the impact brought Greta out of her trance. She trys to bolt but the men pull her closer and one of them leans in grinning like a madman.
“Just a taste, sweetie..”
And with that he sunk his fangs into her neck, she screamed and screamed until Gerard had heard her. She still doesn’t remember much. Dancing blurs and faded screams, a voice in her ear, calming her and carrying her home.

When Patrick was younger there was this nightmare he always had. He would be in a room. The walls were white and the ceiling was white and even the floor, and there was never a door. Just nothing, and if he looked down he wouldn’t be able to see his feet or any of his limbs. After a while the walls would start to close in, the room would get smaller and smaller till it was about to engulf him and then it was stop. Just where his head was touching one wall and his nose the other and he couldn’t move his arms. He would stand there breathing heavily until it was come closer, so that he could hardly breathe. It would taut him and he would eventually give in and scream. Then the laughing would begin, in his ears, in his fucking head, Hysterical and unforgiving. Until Patrick woke up shaking and sweating hard and there was a shadow at the window that would move and disappear.

When Pete arrived shaking at Ryan Ross’s doorstep, Ryan didn’t hesitate to invite him in and offer him tea and if Pete hadn’t been so desperate, maybe he would have been more suspicious. Gerard had warned Pete against Ryan many a time, not believing he had changed but Pete went anyway. Ryan was the only person Pete knew that could help him.
“Ryan, you have to help me,” Pete had opened with.
Raising an eyebrow, Ryan replied, “Why?”
“What?” Pete looked up at Ryan and found himself staring into the barrel of a gun.
“My heart is the barrel of the gun, remind me which side I should be on, “ Ryan whispered softly.
“That’s not the right words,” Pete murmured.
Ryan snarled and shot Pete in the chest. Gasping Pete fell backward off his chair and onto the ground. Ryan leaned over him and smiling as Pete’s world went black.

When Patrick woke up, he strapped to a metal table in a room, he couldn’t really make out anything. All he could really see was the ceiling but it kept going in and out of focus.
“Ah, it seems our guest has awoken,” Patrick heard a voice to his left and struggled to see who was talking to him.
“No,,,no, don’t strain yourself honey,” Someone leaned over him and stroked his cheek, “It’s okay.”
“No,” Patrick muttered under his breath, “No.”
She just smirked, “You have no idea.”
And Patrick blacked out again.

When Patrick woke up again he was strapped to a chair with a headache. Looking around him, he saw he was in an interview room with a table and another chair opposite him. In the chair sat a woman who surveyed him with creepy interest, like he was an experiment. When she saw that he was awake, she stood up excitedly.
“Finally, I was worried Brendon had killed you.”
“Who are you?” Patrick asked, squinting at her.
“My name is Cristina,” She said, “Remember that.”
When Patrick said nothing, she frowned, “No questions?”
“I have a feeling you’ll tell me anyway.”
She smiled, “You’ve done your research I see.”
When he didn’t reply to that either, she scowled, “Not a talker I see. No matter, I shall tell you. This is Chicago mental hospital.”
“Mental?” Patrick raised an eyebrow, “Explains why you’re here.”
“Shut up!” She screamed, and hit him across the face, “Anyways, you’re here and you’re never coming out.”
“Why?”
“Why, mister Stump, well cos’ you’re pretty,” She grinned devilishly and smacked him across the face. She carefully untied him, and he made for the door but she got there first and dragged him backward. He screamed and tried to get free but he was weak from the drugs they had given him. She pushed him up against the wall and grabbed at his hair pulling hard. He screamed.
“Good,” she said smirking, “Where is it?”
“Where is what?” Patrick replied through his teeth.
She pouted, “Now, now, Patrick, don’t pretend.”
Then she broke his arm with a single movement, “Come, on I’m a patient woman but you’re really starting to piss me off.”
Patrick grimaced, “I really don’t know.”
“Fine,” She said calmly, “But you will crack.”
With that she left Patrick lying in the corner of in interrogation room, staring at the door incredulously.
“Why is everyone so violent?” He murmured to himself shaking his head,

Gerard called a meeting, and when Gerard calls a meeting everyone comes.
“So,” He began placing both of his hands on the cold wooden surface, “What the fuck is going on?”
“I think, “Andy stood choosing his words carefully, “I think Patrick got kidnapped.” Gerard nodded sullenly, “and Pete’s gone crazy.”
“Pete’s always crazy,” objected Mikey, “He’ll get over it.”
“How can you say that?” Gerard said furiously, “A life is a life, Mikey and Patrick is a good friend.”
Mikey looked at his feet guilty.
“What happened to Joe?” Greta asked quietly after a while.
“We don’t know,” Travis said from his seat, “Mike said he got away but if he’s still in town, he won’t get very far.”
Gabe sighed, “Last time a saw Pete was Wednesday,”
Gerard looked at him, “What?”
“Yeah, he was going to the warehouse and I stopped him.”
“Good man, does anyone have any ideas were he might have gone?”
Around the table people shook their heads.
“Wait what about that Ross kid?” Andy asked.
“Ryan,” Gerard’s eyes widened, “Ryan fucking Ross.”
“Wait, I saw him with William,” Everyone turned to look at Adam, “Yeah he was in the dandy mansion.”
“Fuck,” Gerard swore.
“It looks like we’ve got a big, big mess on our hands tonight,” William murmured from his spot outside the window. Grinning, he slipped off into the night, unseen.

Gerard leaned back in his chair surveying Pete with exasperated eyes but Pete was used to that by now and Pete stared emotionlessly back at Gerard, but Gerard was also used to that.
“Pete, do you have any idea, what you have just done?” Gerard whispers slowly and menacingly.
“I know and I’m sorry-“
“Don’t say you’re sorry!” Gerard nearly yelled, sitting up a bit in his chair.
“Gerard….please!”
“Pete, we left you there for a reason!”
“I know-“
“You can’t just leave like that!”
“Gee,” Pete whispered, his eyes watering over, “please.”
“I just don’t know what to do with you anymore,” Gerard sighed and sank back into his chair, “They’re sitting ducks without you, you were there to protect them and now they’re in more danger than ever.”
“What-“
“William will know of this by now and you know what happens next.”
Before Gerard could draw another breath, Pete was gone. He sighed combing his hands through his hair.

Patrick couldn’t hear anything. It wasn’t his hearing, he could hear every noise he made but he couldn’t hear anything from downstairs. Frowning he got up and put his hand to the doorknob. He twisted it, it was locked. He froze and waited.
“Patrick….” He felt the hot breath on the back of his neck, and he knew instantly who was behind him. He spun around and hit Brendon in the gut, Gasping from surprise more than pain Brendon lost focus for a second and a second was all Patrick needed, grabbing a gun from the table opposite him he fired randomly at Brendon. The shot hit Brendon in the shoulder and he growled grabbing Patrick’s shoulder and throwing him across the room, Patrick’s head hits a thick table leg. Vision swimming he tries to pull himself to his feet but Brendon got there first and smacked Patricks head against the floor while a tried to recover he smiled and pulled out a syringe filled with a light, purple liquid. Realising what it was Patrick scrambled backwards, Brendon grabbed Patrick’s arm so hard and twisted making Patrick scream out in pain and then Brendon slammed the syringe into Patrick’s arm. He could feel himself getting weaker, sounds faded out. Brendon laughing, pain throbbing in the back of his head and he tumbled and fell through the all consuming darkness, that overshadowed his world.

Pete was running sprinting through the city. Sprinting, no one could see him he was moving so fast. His only thought was Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Patrick. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Gabe chasing him but he wouldn’t stop for anyone but that someone. Gabe finally caught up with him and only because Pete paused for half a second before entering the warehouse, scared of what he’d find in there. Gabe grabbed Pete by the shoulders.
“Stop,” he said calmly.
Pete could have punched him, “No.”
“Pete stop and listen to me, Beckett knows you. He knows you’d try to save them as soon as you heard they were in danger and that’s why you have to stop,”
“I don’t have to do anything, Saporta”
Gabe pushed Pete up against the wall and kissed him, “It’s a trap, Petey.”
“Stop it,” Pete muttered against Gabe’s shirt.
“I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
Pete shook his head weakly, “I can’t just not help.”
Gabe leaned in again and pressed his lips against Pete’s softly not quite a kiss but with so much meaning behind it.
“You will help but not quite yet.”
With that Gabe and left Pete and Pete slide down the wall and curled up clinging to his knees. A Single tear fell down his face staining it a faint red.