Well I've got to say I have officially reached the 'Unhealthy Obsession' stage in my love for Fall Out Boy. I got really inspired to write this after seeing "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More Touch Me" video for the first time in a long while. Now here's Charlie with the intro and my mental health report.

C: This is... Well I can't find words to describe how strange this is. And as for your mental health, you're beyond insane. I hate this job.

Onto the story!

Pete's been getting more irritable, Patrick mentally noted as he listened his vampiric best friend yell about random things; revenge, hatred and betrayal were the only things that stood out. Pete had just missed his target for the fourth time that night and had decided to take his anger out on everyone and no one at the same time; he wasn't yelling at them, but they had to listen to it.

Pete calmed down after a few minutes of yelling, cursing, and screaming at no one in particular. An object would occasionally find its way to where the others were standing. Joe and Andy watched from a corner pretending not to notice Pete. They knew dealing with a post-rant Pete was a job only Patrick could handle. This defiantly wasn't what they had in mind when they became vampire hunters. Having to deal with a moody vampire was not in the job description.

Patrick cautiously approached the sulking vampire; in spite of their friendship Pete could turn on him at any time. Pete turned and bared his sharp fangs at Patrick, obviously still in a bad mood despite his silence. "Easy Pete." Patrick said quietly. "Its me." Pete allowed the other male to approach with out a hiss or growl. "Feeling better?"

"No," the vampire replied sourly. He slammed his fist in to the concrete of the lab. It left a large crack in the floor that was hard to miss. "I'm still not good enough. I'll never be able to kill them if I stay like this." They all knew who 'them' was. The vampires that had left Pete for dead, but not before transforming him into one of them.

He's changed a lot since that night. Patrick thought. Not just physically, but mentally. All he will-no can- think about is revenge. He won't stop until he gets it.

*Flashback*

"Pete! Oh, God don't be dead." Patrick yelled. He noticed the bloody and beaten body of his closest friend and fellow vampire hunter in a dark ally way. Rain had just begun to pour soaking the hunters to the core. Pete was barely breathing and soaked with blood and rain. "Joe, Andy, I found him."

The other two hunters ran over to where Patrick was crouched. They were able to get a better look at Pete. He was battlefield of minor cuts and bruises, but they were nothing compared to the gaping hole from his right shoulder to his neck. It was bleeding heavily and the rain ruined any chance for the bleeding to stop. The flesh had been ripped clean off, revealing pale bone underneath. "Joe give me your jacket." Andy ordered. Joe removed the soppy mess that was his jacket. Andy wrapped it around Pete's injured shoulder. It began to absorb a bit of the blood and water that leaked from the wound, but it wasn't enough to help much. "We can't take him to a hospital. They'll ask too many questions. Patrick, you carry him. We've got to get him back to the lab."

Patrick carefully lifted the semi-conscious male. Pete whimpered in pain and fright as Patrick carried him back to the car. He grabbed Patrick's shirt in pure unconscious fear. Pete was laid out carefully across the backseat, with Andy to make sure his injuries didn't worsen. Joe sped down the near empty highway. The few cars that were there honked angrily, but it went ignored by the males in the car. Pete's whimpers got louder the more they drove. The few moments he was quiet were because he had stop breathing. Andy shook him in a desperate attempt to keep him awake.

When they arrived at the lab Patrick hurried and got Pete out the car with the help of Andy. Joe went ahead of them and cleared off the lab table. Pete was laid out on the table, his wound still bleeding heavily. "Give me some space. This'll be hard." Andy said. He rolled up his blood covered sleeves and pulled out a medical kit. "Go get some sleep. I'll work on him." Joe and Patrick left reluctantly, looking back at Pete. He was quiet, most likely unconscious. He breathing had slowed to a near halt.

Patrick slept poorly that day. He kept worrying that Andy wasn't going to be able to fix Pete's wound or other equally grim possibilities. It wasn't the doubt of Andy's skill, but of the severity of the injury. It was defiantly the worse than anything they had gotten before. The worse Andy had ever dealt with was the scar on Pete's chest, and even then it hadn't been that bad. He finally decided not to waste anymore time in bed thinking the worst and headed down to the lab only to find it empty. He headed down to the dark basement where he fond Andy standing over a table draped in a sheet. He looked exhausted, most likely because of working on Pete all night. "How is he?" Patrick asked.

"Better. He should be up in a few hours but I've got a sedative for him." Andy replied. He looked a mess. His glasses were smeared with blood, along with his shirt. His hair was caked with dried blood and hung limply in his face.

"What for?"

"This is why." Andy pulled back the sheet. Pete was on the table, breathing lightly. It was Pete, but at the same time it wasn't. He was pale, almost to the point where he could have been mistaken for dead. All previous scars were gone, the most noticeable was the one that had previously woven itself across his chest. Even the gaping hole across his shoulder had healed near completely. The only evidence that anything had happened were two holes near the base of his neck. Two small fangs peeked out from between his lips. His features were more pronounced, adding to his natural beauty. There was no doubt about it, he was a vampire. "Find something for him to eat. If he gets a taste for human blood we're all fucked."

"How'd he survive? That wound-"

"The scar on his chest. He's had some vampire blood running through him from that. Nothing too major, just the healing. The healing factor in it is probably the only reason he didn't bleed to death out there." Patrick turned away. It was bad enough Pete was one of them. Their enemies. The ones the had spent so many hard years fighting. That was where the old, carefree Pete had died and a new, less stable one had been born.

"Patrick, we can't walk out on him. He'll need us." Andy said.

"I know. That doesn't make it any easier to look at."

*End flashback*

God I have problems, but in a strange way I'm proud of the way it turned out. Also please don't kill me. Next chapter should be up soon.