A/N: This is my very first fanfiction so please don't be too judgmental.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the video that this was inspired by or the band.

It had just started to rain. Pete was soaked with blood and water. He had been lying in that ally for about an hour before the boys found him.

"Pete!" Shouted Patrick.

He looked down at his best friend, trying to reassure him that he would be okay. Andy and Joe ran over and knelt beside his beaten body.

"Oh my god." Andy said to himself. "I'll clear the backseat, you guys get him into the car."

The two did their best to not hurt Pete while picking him up. He moaned as they carried him cautiously to the car. Patrick got in back with him and tried to keep him from bleeding anymore. Pete whimpered and shivered as Joe sped down the empty road.

"How is he back there?" Said Joe, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"He's gonna need more than a couple of stitches and bandages." Patrick said, still staring at his friend.

"Don't worry, we're almost there."

Patrick thought to himself:

You're gonna be okay Pete. Andy's gonna fix you and everything will be fine.

They got back around 1 a.m. Pete was unconscious at this point. Patrick and Joe laid him on the table. He was still stone-cold and barely breathing. There was a gaping hole on the entire right side of his neck. They didn't realize how horrible the injury really was until now.

"I'll work on him. You guys, get to bed"

Andy examined Pete's injuries a little more before pulling out his medical supplies.

"Andy, do you think he'll be…okay?" Joe just stared Pete with worry in his eyes.

"Well he's um…" Andy paused then sighed. "Just relax, I'll take care of him"

Patrick and Joe started to walk back to their rooms. They both stopped and looked back at Pete, still lying there, almost motionless. They continued to go to their rooms, trying to forget the horrific sight that was Pete.

Neither of them could sleep. All they thought about was what could happen to Pete. They hoped that it wasn't any vampires that had done it to him. Especially the Dandies. The Dandies ran the town. They were the most vicious, but yet the most aristocratic vampires of them all. They thought it was their duty to rid Chicago of any humans, unlike the boys and others who hadn't been turned yet who wanted the opposite. William, the leader, was the snobbiest and most powerful of all the Dandies. The team had had battles with him before, but they were never able to defeat him. Even with their garlic grenades and wooden stake crossbows, they were outgunned.

Patrick couldn't take it anymore. He had to see Pete, to make sure everything was fine. He walked to the lab to find Andy at his desk with his face in his hands, looking frustrated or angry.

"Andy?" Patrick asked with uneasiness. "What is it? Is he alright?"

"Pat, you might wanna look at this."

They walked over to the table where Pete was still lying.

"No…this can't…No." Patrick stared down at his friend. It was still Pete, but at the same time, it wasn't. He was as pale as a ghost, his face was sunken in a little, and all of his previous wounds had almost completely healed. There was also two white fangs peeking out of his slightly opened mouth.

"He was bit." Andy didn't look up at Patrick.

"Do you'll think he'll attack us when he wakes up?" Patrick gulped.

"I don't know. We gotta try to make a blood substitute for him, 'cause if he gets the craving for human blood, we're all just fucked."

"I'll go wake up Joe." Patrick shook his head and mumbled to himself as he made his way to Joe's room to tell him the news.

They sat across the room watching T.V. while waiting for Pete to wake up. It was around 4 in the morning when he awoke from his sedative.

"Damn, my head hurts" he said as he sat up from the table. The others just sat there, not knowing what to say to him. "Quit staring at me like that." He said groggily.

"Um…Pete, you might want to take a look in the mirror." Patrick said, breaking the silence. Pete shook his head, waking himself up, then got up from the table and walked into the bathroom. He looked up at the mirror and his eyes widened. His reflection wasn't in the mirror.

"This better be some kind of joke! There better be a poster on this mirror or something!" Pete shouted, sounding angry and nervous. None of the others answered. They just looked down at the floor. Pete screamed and smashed the mirror and started destroying things all over the room. All they heard was him screaming nonsense about revenge and wanting to kill himself. Until finally, he stopped destroying things and stood there for a second. He then stormed to his room and slammed the door behind him. They could hear him screaming with frustration. After a few minutes, the screaming stopped. Patrick then slowly opened the door to Pete's room.

"Pete?" Patrick looked into his room. Pete was on the floor with his face buried in his knees, sobbing.

"I didn't deserve this. THIS ISN'T FAIR!" He shouted, not looking up. Patrick knew that it was still his best friend, but Pete was still liable to bite him. So he slowly walked in and knelt beside Pete.

"I know you don't deserve this and I know you're angry, but right now we just have to-"

"What? Live with it? Act as if nothing has changed? Pat, I'm one of them. I can't just ignore it. Yeah, I know you always see the glass as half full, but no good can come out of this. I'm a time bomb, at any minute I could lash out on any of you guys and I don't want that!" Pete just looked at Patrick as if he was waiting for a reply. Patrick kept thinking of what to say to him that would calm him down.

"Pete, listen to me. You're not one of them. I know you won't try to hurt us. We still think you're the same Pete." Patrick tried to give him a reassuring smile.

"Just go." Pete looked away. Patrick got up, and on his way out of Pete's room, he turned back at Pete.

"We will do everything we can to cure you Pete, I promise." He then walked out, gently closing the door behind him. Pete pounded his fist on the cement ground, leaving a large crack. He began wonder if he could control himself and if his friends could truly find a cure. But the biggest thing on his mind, was who had bit him?