After reading the only fanfic about the video, I decided to write my own version. Not that the one I read sucked; it was pretty awesome. I just wanted to write my own version, 'cuz I'm weird that way. So here it is. It starts before the video does, and ends after it…I wanted to fill in the blanks.

Oh, before I forget, I'll give credit where credit is due. I got the names of the vamp groups from the "Behind the Video" episode for this video, and the name of the main bad guy is the invention of Yellowfur; I seriously couldn't think of anything better, and it fit, so yeah. And the whole removing of teeth thing is hers too…I did something a little different with it, but the idea was originally hers, so I can't exactly claim it for my own, now can I. The video belongs to Fall Out Boy and the other guys behind it, and the parts that you recognize as such come from it. Dialogue from the video is as close as I can get it, so yeah, that's not mine either. Also, except for characters you don't recognize, I don't own any characters in this story (how sad…lol) The bulk of the action, however, and the way I describe it and my interpretation of it is my own. I think that about covers it. On to the fic!

Pete mostly blamed himself for what had happened. Oh, rationally he knew that was ridiculous; when a vamp decides you're his next snack that's it, you're pretty much done for. There are the rare instances when someone steps in and distracts the vamp so you can get away, but that usually only happens in the movies, and, while the other guys weren't exactly newbies at the whole vamp-killing thing, they weren't quite at the level of expertise to distract a Dandy with any level of competency. But Pete still blamed himself; he shouldn't have been there, he should have known something was going to happen, he should have opted for the smart thing and ran instead of staying to continue the banter. But, as Patrick kept reminding him, that was in the past, and there wasn't really any point in beating himself up over it; it wouldn't make him any less dead.

There had been a slight vampire problem for the past few weeks, but no one really thought anything of it. They came in now and again, but, to paraphrase Dracula in "Van Helsing", they never ate more than their fill, and less than their share. It wasn't a problem. Of course, he and the guys had immediately started training to defend themselves, since neither one of them had any desire to join the legions of the undead, but they never really ran into any problems. Well, except for the occasional vamp who tried to get a quick bite, but they took care of those pretty efficiently.

Pete had been out, making a much-needed trip to the nearest convenience store for a beer and snack run, when he first saw him. The Baron. He wanted to laugh; the guy looked like he had just walked out of "Gone With the Wind," or some other movie like that. With his bowler hat and cane and suit, he looked like he'd be more at home strolling down a cobblestone street with a lady in hand, not casually leaning against the wall of a 7-11. Pete shook his head, marveling at the crazies who were out at 11 o'clock at night, and entered the store, the man soon forgotten.

A few minutes later he emerged from the store, laden down with a couple cases of beer and a bag full of assorted bags and boxes of prime junk food. He started to leave the parking lot, beginning the ten minute walk back to the apartment, when he was lightly tapped on the shoulder. He could have ignored it, in fact he probably should have, but for whatever reason he turned around, and was face to face with the man he had passed on his way in. "Umm…can I help you?" he asked, shifting the bag so he wouldn't drop it.

The man smiled, revealing two sharp canine teeth. It was at that moment that Pete knew he was in seriously deep shit.

"I believe you can," the man said good-naturedly in a British accent. "I'm feeling decidedly peckish, and was wondering if you'd care to join me for a bite to eat."

Pete backed up, smiling wanly. "N-no, I'm set thanks," he said, indicating his bag and cases of beer.

The man chuckled. "It wasn't so much an invitation as a request…you see, it's been a while since I've fed, and, well, you seem to be the best prospect I've seen all night…" He appeared behind Pete before he could back away any further.

"Well, I'm flattered, really. But you see, I kind of have this thing against people who want to drink my blood…call me crazy, but…" While he spoke he was fumbling in his sweatshirt for a stake, but was coming up empty. Trust him to not have a stake when he really needed one. But by the time he got to "but" the man had sunk his fangs into his neck, and well, after a minute or so he was having trouble coordinating his movements. Pete dropped the bag and beer from nerveless fingers. He tried to pull away, really he did, but the Baron just dug his nails into his shoulder and pulled him back, growling in his throat. So Pete stopped struggling.

The world started going fuzzy, and he was having trouble concentrating. The man started murmuring in his ear. "My name is the Baron. What do they call you, boy?"

"Pete," he muttered, wavering on his feet. The Baron steadied him, becoming the only thing keeping him upright.

"Pete. Peter, I would guess?" Pete nodded. "Excellent. Well, Peter, my dear boy, I do believe you need some rest. It's been a long night for you, hasn't it?" Pete nodded again. "Alright. Then let me take you home. You can rest, and then I'll explain everything to you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Again Pete nodded. He had stopped listening for the most part; it took entirely too much effort. "Well, here we go then. Hold onto me tightly, please." Pete did as he was told, grasping the Baron around his chest. "And one, and two, and here we go…" There was a slight woosh of air, and the convenience store was gone, replaced with a large mansion. Pete was almost unconscious by this time from blood loss, so he didn't really notice the change in scenery. The Baron escorted him inside, then led him down to the basement. He rooted around in a pile of wooden boxes in the corner, leaving Pete sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, trying in vain to get his eyes to focus. "Let's see…Peter? How tall are you?" He waited only a second or two for a response he didn't get. "Oh, never mind, I've got it." He pulled a box out from the pile, and brought it over to where Pete was sitting. Pete looked at it dumbly, trying to figure out what it was. Finally the pieces fell into place, and recognition crossed his face. "Coffin?"

The Baron smiled indulgently. "Yes, my boy, it is in fact a coffin. And I will explain to you tomorrow why it is necessary. Just get in; you need sleep, and it is better you get used to it now while you're still human. Trust me." Pete nodded slowly, and did as he was told. He was asleep before the Baron even closed the lid.

Yeah, yeah…really short chapter. Don't worry; there's more to come. I've already got the next few chapters written…this was just the best place to cut it. Reviews will get the next chapter up sooner (since the posting will be based in interest), so review! Please?