Disclaimer: I do not own Fall Out Boy (duh), Pete Wentz (duh), or the video this is inspired by.

What's up, people? This is my first fic based on the story in a music video. It's based on Fall Out Boy's vampire centered "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me".

It starts out a little dark, but it gets slightly more comical, at the part when my brother (who is my co-writer on this story) stepped in.

Enjoy the vampiric Pete Wentz!

Chapter 1: Cell

Cell. Chamber. Small room. Whatever it was, Pete sure didn't like being in it. He looked over at the large window at the center wall, bleeding out sunlight.

Sun hurts.

Sun does hurt. He agreed with his thoughts. At least it did now, now that he was…one of them. The ones he hunted, yet belonged to.

Belonged to... Ugh, it hurt to think about it. Pete looked up and at the sunlight from the window, inching closer to his feet.

Need to get out. Need to get out! Before something bad happens. Have to get out, have to free the others…need freedom. Need blood.

His entire body seemed to pulse with that last thought. Pete sighed, brought his knees up to his torso, and sighed again, putting his head down. You're pathetic. Brooding and sighing instead of thinking of a way out. Pathetic. Weak...

"Hey! Pete! Can you hear us?" A voice rang out form down the hall of the mostly empty prison cells.

Pete ignored the voice. He ignored the voices of his best friends; they brought back the past too much. When they were happy, before any of this chaos interfered. Before the vampires ran the town in their own twisted way, before he became one, too.

"Hey Pete, what's your cell like? Ours' don't have toilets…"

"SHUT UP!" Pete screamed, smacking the bars so they rang like a gong. One bar in particular wobbled more than a little. Pete noticed this, and it struck him as odd.

"Hey assholes, shaddup in there! I'll bite the lot of ya if it'l keep ya quiet!" The portly, vampiric guard looked up from his Naked Goth Virgins magazine so he could better scream at the captive vigilantes.

"Hey, vampiric guard," Patrick yelled back. "What's with your accent? You sound like a retarded, fat, Midwestern… I don't know, rent-a-cop or something."

"I was a fat, Midwestern jailor before I got bitten. I wanted to go around biting young women in their own beds, but noooooo… The Baron decided I should stay at my current job, and keep vampire hunters in their cell until their 'trials'… the trials are all fixed anyway…"

Pete convulsed at the thought of The Baron. As head of The Dandies, the most powerful gang in town, he basically had become dictator of the town. The remaining 45 of the residents that were still human (the rest were turned, or had escaped) lived in fear: they put garlic on their bedposts, hung crosses from locked doors and windows, and they never ever went out at night. Yet there were still killings and turnings. Holy water was in short supply, as one priest had skipped town, and the other was now a high-ranking member of The Dandies.

Pete dozed off, thinking dark and hateful thoughts.

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I'm explaining some terms I used in my story now. For any of you that saw the video, you would probably remember the fancy-looking fedora-wearing vampire group. I heard in the "Making of the Video" episode of this video, that their names were the Dandies. I know, weird, but I didn't make the video. The Baron is what my brother and I have decided to call the head of the Dandies, you know, the one Pete seems to...er...rather dislike.

FYI, Pete is the bassist of the band and played the vampiric vigilante in the video. Patrick is the lead singer. Andrew, I think is the drummer.

And of course you might know the superstitions I used about repelling vampires with crosses, holy water, garlic, and all that jazz.

Byebye.