[[Author's note: This is my first series here on ! I hope you enjoy it all! Please, after you read, I'd love it if you reviewed my story. I wanna know if you guys actually like the story or not! ^-^; And basically, I'll be updating the chapters roughly each week, give or take. Enjoy!!!
This story is about the A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me music video by Fall Out Boy. Basically, a vampire series. ;D]]


The way the body dangled limply down the steps made it almost a surefire thing that she was dead. If her lifeless body didn't make it clear enough that she was gone, then the deep puddles of spilled blood underneath her dripping onto the stairs made it obvious. A pink mouth was permanently etched in a slightly agape 'o', which not ten minutes ago had previously been screaming. No longer did her eyes hold that agonizing fear, merely for the fact that the ivory lids upon them remained lightly shut. By now, you could only tell that parts of her hair were light blonde. The blood had been sure to dye and cake many strands of it crimson, while her sweat had caused the rest of the strands to be just as damp as the bloody parts. Already was her fair skin paler than need be.

It was, indeed, a tragedy.

By now you'd think that the oddly silent air would be filled with screeching sirens, or at least screams of horror from bypassers. Strangely enough, it would be quite the opposite. It was an unfortunate matter that these types of scenes would be pretty common in the area. It was a fact that no, they usually weren't this gruesome, but none had ever put up much of a fight than this woman had to cause the scene to be that particularly messy. However, there was one sound that seemed out of place. That sound happened to be coming from a few people passing by. Long, deep breaths measured each smell precisely. Their noses perked up at the metallic scent, and caused them to flash a wide smile.

A wide, very noticeably sharp, smile.

Their gleaming red eyes danced at their new meal, already prepared and ready to order. The group of three broke into a sprint as their throats screamed for them to go faster. Of course they would've, if their feet hadn't stopped as abruptly as they did. Now normally, nothing could stop a hungry vampire from its prey. Two vampires could fight to the death for a taste of blood. This time was different. Instead, two figures stood in front of them, appearing out of nowhere. The first wore a clean suit with a bowler hat, and the second the same, but with a top hat, fur, and a fashionable cane. At first glance, you'd think they were merely a pair of rich kids, friends walking the streets. The three vampires seemed to think otherwise, since all it took was one growl from the one in the bowler hat and a double pair of glaring for them to retreat down the alleyways.

There was something about the growl that made it seem like he was sneering, "Ours." THEIR prey, not those fools... which technically was true. After all, there were two puncture holes in the female's neck, and already one pair of fangs stained in the red, leftovers. Finally, the two looked down at the woman.

"See? Didn't I do well?" The one in the bowler hat exclaimed almost happily to the other man. Short brown hair poked their way from under his hat, and murky red eyes gleamed at his job well done. He had a tall, thin frame, and just as pale skin as the woman had right now. Except his seemed a bit more... fresh. The other man continued to stare at the girl, his own rusty eyes filled with curiosity. His hair was almost the same brown color as the other man's was, except a little lighter, and longer. His reached almost to his shoulders. As well, he was even taller and just as thin looking as the other. Both, though, were obviously built enough. This other man's skin was still the same fresh pale.

The man with the longer hair lifted one hand, and slid off one white glove. Stepping a couple feet closer, the man bent down and dragged his long finger upon one step, drenching it with fresh blood along the way. With one swipe he brought the finger to his mouth and licked it. His eyes flashed merely once, a strange glow, before he allowed himself to smirk, just once. Drawing closer again, he grasped her chin in between his forefinger and thumb, and looked at the face more carefully. Almost a minute passed before he let out a bark of a laugh. The other man stared at him in wonder.

"Brendon, you did more than well. You couldn't of hunted a better mistress." The man stroked her cheek lightly, before standing up to his full height. In one motion he slipped the other glove back onto his hand, and snapped his fingers. In an instant, two more men came to he and Brendon's side.

"Yes, master William?"

"Take her to the mansion straight into the basement, if you please." At that, William glanced up towards the hazy sky, and then back to his followers. "Check back up with her at nightfall, and do not wake me up." Before anyone could say anything else, he managed to vanish right in front of their eyes. Sniggering, the two followed Brendon to the girl. All three bent down to examine her, before one spoke.

"You sure she's not... gone?" One asked, sniggering some more. "Looks like you murdered her, Brendon. Nice work."

"She'll be fine." Brendon replied with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, she will." The other added, gently lifting her head. "She hit her head pretty hard, not to mention some of the other injuries Brendon seemed to manage to inflict on her before she passed out." At that, he sighed. "Was all that really necessary?"

"Come on, Ryan! Of course it was. She was trying to fight me off like a maniac. I even had to bite her to get her to stop..."

"I'm surprised that William wasn't angry at you for that." The first one added seriously, staring at his comrade in confusion.

Brendon managed to have the same look upon his face. "Honestly, I was too... Of course he'd want to of bitten her himself, to make it official. I must've gotten one hell of a girl to make up for that."

"I don't see what makes her so significant. Sure she's pretty... but-"

"Don't judge Will's new maiden, Spencer." Ryan sighed again, before going to his feet and lifting the girl over his shoulders. "Come on, it's starting to become daylight. We'd better get her to the manor before we cause her any more damage. She needs to start healing."