A/N: Even though I said I was done with this fanfic based on the music video "A little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me" by Fall out boy. I apparently am not, I felt the need to continue Kali and the hunters' lives as not Slayer people.

I disclaim owning anything, but my character Kali the vampire girls and the plot.

Oh and a refresher for people who actually read this:

The characters are based on the characters Fall out boy played in their video.

Pierre Andy

Jason Pete

Garren Patrick

Scott Joe

New/old characters:

Brendon Urie- Darren

Spencer Smith- Brian

Ryan Ross- Jake

Jon Walker- Alexander

William Beckett- Collin

Uh flames welcome, positive reviews please and thank :).

Please enjoy the story, and I'll try and update often.

Chapter 1

I was walking around town. The Blood Boys had a gig tonight, but I had to patrol on my own.

A lot has happened since Dracula. I mean the guys are popular in Europe. Dru and them got us a place. A mansion no less, they got the money from Drac's castle deed. Though the Vampire population is down, and my Slayer symptoms have subsided, something was wrong... Oh and Pierre proposed last year. Now I have two rings on my hand and none in my head, in reference to the constant buzzing I had in my head as a Slayer.

I sat on a fence and watched the night. This was actually boring. A young man walked by, in an almost skitterish way. I jumped down from the fence and carefully followed him. He walked into an alleyway, I did the same. I stood at the mouth and looked in. It was dark and dirty and smelly. The man turned around and looked at me. He bared his teeth; sharp Vampire teeth. He walked toward me, and I held onto my stake. He laughed.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Do you find this humorous?" I asked the vampire.

"Yeah... kind of." he said, in an American accent. "I mean you are the Former Slayer and still kind of small."

I looked at him something about him reminded me of something in my past. He laughed more while I thought. "You got away!" I pointed at him.

-flash back-

I was doing graveyard patrol on her own, like usual. I was not joining those hunters any time soon. Anyway... they were busy doing their own thing. It didn't take long before I noticed four new grave sites moving. I looked down at the tombstones. All the names were different. Defiantly not a family. I backed up and crouched waiting for them to pop out. Four young men dragged themselves up from the dirt looking perturbed and confused. They looked up and saw me looking at them with weapons pointed in their direction.

"What the hell?" asked the one under the stone marked 'Darren'.

"You are suppose to be in it, hun." I said, watching them dust themselves off.

"Huh?" The one standing in front of 'Brian' said, staring at the wooden stake pointed in a not very forgiving place. The tallest jumped practically out of his skin.

"Oh my god why are you pointing weapons at us?!" he screamed.

"Because," I looked at the head stone, "Jake, you are all vampires and you need to go back to hell." I said slowly.

He blinked, and the rest just looked at each other.

"We are what?" The last one named Alexander... apparently, asked slowly.

"What do you mean?!" Darren squeaked quickly.

I stood up showing my full 5'1", to their near six feet something, "You are all creatures of the night. The un-dead. Vampires, or vampyres. You know..." I said, twirling my stakes in my grasp.

"Oh my god!" Jake grabs his hair in frustration.

"That explains a lot." Brian said, thinking back to that night with the groupies...

"But why?" Alexander asked. "How did this happen?"

"You got bit." I said in obviousness then cocked my head to the side. "Don't you know anything?!"

"What am I going to tell my girlfriend?!" Jake screamed, still in his own world. I shook my head.

"Whoa, we're dead." Darren said like he had an epiphany.

"No. That's a zombie. You are an un-dead." I said, shaking my head again.

Darren shrugged and started to walk off.

"Hey, Dar, where are you going?" Brian asked running off too.

I stood and stared. I ran to catch up to the run aways.

"Whoa, stop!" I said putting my hands up in front of me. "Where are you going?"

"I dunno," Darren then asked Brian. "want to make havoc?"

"Okay!" Brian said.

"No. No! You die!" I said, pointing my stakes at them.

Brian and Darren looked at me. "I don't think so." they threw me into a tree. I got up and stared at the fleeting figures. I soon looked back at Jake and Alexander, who were still standing. Alexander started to wander slowly off, looking lost. I quickly threw Alexander down.

"First I will kill you Alexander, then that dude over there." I pointed to Jake, who would not stop staring at his head stone. "Then I will hunt down the other two and destroy their little butts."

"My name is Alex, and I still don't understand why you have to kill me." He said, looking up at me.

"You are evil. You are suppose to be dead. It's the way of the life of a vamp!" I screamed, readying my stake.

He opened his mouth and the stake came down onto his chest. He burst into ashes. I turned on Jake. He was white and trembling.

"Alex... he's gone."

"Yeah, and that's going to be you in a few moments." I said, marching up to the coward of a vampire.

"But... why?" He asked, his eyes huge, and full of some kind of fear.

"Vampires do not deserve to be on this planet!" I screamed and stabbed him with my dagger. He crumbled and fell into dust. The pile mixing in with the grave dirt. I dusted myself off, and looked around. For the first time EVER I lost vampires. Lost them. Those men are going to die for messing with my intuitive powers!

-End of flashback-

Brian smirked.

I laughed, "You left your friend to die!" I said, pointing at him.

"Kind of had to." he said. "Colin was being an ass. I had better things to do."

"Than die by him," I pretended to add to his sentence, "you wanted to die by me! Awe how sweet." I said, putting my hand over my heart dramatically.

"Yeah... that is what I wanted to do." Brain said and looked up.

I looked at him. "You are so going to die tonight."

He smirked. "No."

Three huge vampires came out of the shadows.

"You are going to die." Brian said, the smirk still on his face.

I groaned and looked at the four with little amusement. I mean this compared to Dracula seemed easier than swatting mosquitoes. One of the bigger vampires charged me, I let him grabbed my neck and he stopped.

"Boss... she's one of us." he said and looked at me.

"I know! Kill her." Brain said.

I stabbed him before he could react. I looked at the only two left.

"Brian. Go find better minions and call me when you are ready." I said. Just because I am not the Slayer doesn't mean I can't taunt the stupid vampires!

"I got to attack you the first time, I'll win the second time." he said.

"Yeah." I looked at the tip of my stake. "You think that."

"And your black heart will be in my hand." he said.

"Super!" I said sarcastically, feeling bored.

He smirked and his two lonely minions charged me. I jumped over them with ease. Soon ten more burley vamps crowded the alleyway exit. I looked at my situation. Crazy murderous vamp in the alley, twelve huge angry vamps blocking the exit. Crap. At this time I wish my slayer vampiric powers would kick in.

Brian chuckled evily.

/Garren?/ I called out. /Garren... I don't care where you are right now, singing or drinking but uh... huge vampire gang in front of me near Royal.. and HELP!/

The huge beasts walked me further into the alleyway. I noticed some had clubs and chains and I really don't remember fighting such dangerous beasts. Many idiots yes, but like on my own without like Garren's gadgets, ha, nope.

/Uh what?/ Garren asked. /Me in trouble near Royal, get your asses over here./ Garren took awhile. /Kay./ I growled/I'm against twelve twice the size of me!/

The first punch was thrown by a minion. I ducked. I was trying to keep my defenses up so I didn't tire out. There was enough room for three to beat the crap out of me at the same time. The first three were unarmed. And I eventually dusted them. Brian just sat on a dumpster and watched. I was already bruising.

The second three came up and one had a bat. He swung and I tried to stop him, I felt something crack. I was thrown across into the dumpster the ass was sitting on. I wish he wore the dandy outfit again. It would have given more pleasure beating the crap out of him after these... nine.

I got up and cracked my back into place. I found a garbage lid. I picked it up, and Brian quickly round house kicked my head from atop the dumpster. I dropped the lid with a clatter.

"Fuck off!" I said, cracking my neck back. "I'm trying to keep my dead life!"

"I'm helping you lose it. No outside help." he said.

Too late I said to myself and took out my dagger, and another stake. I walked up to the men and started a cat fight. I slashed one's neck open with my dagger and staked another one. The one with the bat also had some sort of armer. I groaned, so did the other six!

I was kicked into the wall. Man I was starting to feel like a rag doll. I thought to myself ducking as the bat swung at my stunned body. I quickly kicked him back and I regained some space. I ran at him and caught my dagger in his neck. He fell back gurgling. I stepped away and before I could really catch my breath three more came my way with chains, and one with a bat. I spun out of the chains ripping some skin. I grabbed the first dying vamp's bat and broke it so I had something pointy. I stabbed the other bat wielding Vamp who forgot his armor.

Then my broken bat was whipped out of my hand by a chain, and it created a welt. Okay... I thought to myself. Bats will not work if he can do that. I need my sais, or Pierre's swords! I looked around, for something, which took too long and I was pressed against the wall, the chain pinching against my neck. I struggled. The five crowded me and watched the one choke the air from my throat.

My eyes barely saw Brian look up in surprise. I heard a click and a scream. One burley vamp fell to the ground as he got electrocuted from Garren's net gun. The four backed off. One swung his mace at Scott who ducked and tried to kick the man's legs from under him. He rolled away in time from the spiked ball which was going for his head again.

Jason was doing fairly well for hand to hand with one of the chain dudes. While I was still struggling poorly. He was doing a lot of spinning and trying to rip it away. Garren shot a stake at the vampire choking me, and it only was deflected by his armor.

"Guys don't use wood!" Garren called out and took out a metal shaft. He fired it, and the vampire howled and I slid out, and sacked him. Garren finished his job with his crossbow.

Pierre got one of his rapiers through the armor and the vampire was dust... but so was his rapier. It broke in half.

"What the fuck?!" he looked at the hilt with anger.

Four were left. Garren and I took one, and the others took one for themselves.

It took awhile before the vampires were down. Garren had a black eye, Scott was holding his shoulder in place, and Pierre had a gash along his chest. Jason's lip was bleeding, and I was black and blue again.

"Doesn't this look familiar." Brian smiled. "Beat to a pulp and the pathetic hunters club comes to save you." he sighed. "Well next time, Kali." he said and transported away.

I was hanging onto Pierre, my mouth gapping.

"When did Dandy underlings poof?" I asked. I had a loose tooth and my lip was cracked.

"Uh..." Jason looked at me. "where were you fifteen years ago?"

"Fighting him..." I said pointing to the empty space above the dumpster. "He didn't poof, he flipping walked away!"

"Let's just get you home." Pierre said, and winced as he moved trying to keep me up.

"Where the hell are the girls?" I asked as we walked away.

"Last time I saw any of them they were making eyes at the bouncers." Jason said. "They didn't want to come."

"Well when we get home they are going to want to come the next time." I said, and we limped away.

We were cleaning ourselves up and while I was bandaging Pierre, I could not help but smell his blood. This time it did not make me sick, it made me hungry. I backed up from cleaning the five inch gash with anti-septic wipes, and looked at him.

I wanted blood.

I bit my tongue hard and quickly finished the job. My nose naturally flaring for the scent.

Pierre gave me a weird look when I finished.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

I nodded and got up. Jason watched me as he braced Scott's arm in place. I left.

The girls came back in the morning. I screamed at them. Carol was trembling while Dru and Jack just looked at me.

"We will help next time if you'll lift the curfew on us. Because you know we are a hundred and some years old." Dru said.

I looked at her. "Curfew is suppose to help make a sleep pattern." I said. "So I guess it's your fault if you don't get enough sleep. Because I accept your deal."

"Good." Jack said.

"We'd like new cell phones too." Carol pipped up.

"Talk to Garren." I said and left.

I was sitting in one of our libraries on my own, when Jason's voice floated into my head.

/What's going on?/ he asked me quietly. /Nothing./ I replied. /You were hungry. Are you going vamp on us?/ he asked straight out. /No./ I said, that is just weird, he is weird, so very weird. /Well I'm making the concoction for you./ he said. /You don't have to./ I groaned and stared at a wall full of books.

The door swung open, and I ignored the intruder. Pierre crouched beside me.

"You didn't sleep yet did you?" he asked.

I looked at him, feeling out of it.

"Or ate..." he looked into my green eyes, I looked at his hazel.

"I'm not hungry and I'm not tired." I replied, then my stomach gurgled. I groaned. His eyes flickered to my stomach and back to my eyes.

"I'll ask Carol to make something for you." he said and got up kissing the top of my head.

Carol is like the only who can cook not from a box, oh and Pierre... but uh Jason, the girls and I have... uh... carnivorous eating habits instead of his herbivorous ways. So he doesn't touch our food, he just makes stuff for himself or Scott, or Garren.

Maybe I need a distraction... like to kill Brian once and for all.

Pierre convinced me to have a nap with him. I woke up and something didn't feel right. I look down at Pierre sleeping peacefully. I could see his neck, and for some reason I thought it was pretty... and he smelled good enough to eat. My canines grew and I bent down and licked his neck. He eyes opened and he turned to me. He squinted as he looked up at me.

I smiled without teeth and looked away.

"That is an interesting wake up call." he mumbled and got up.

I laughed nervously and got out of bed.

Some times I wish I would look around for a different room. I mean we all can have our own room in this place, and most of us do, but... I love Peirre and well not until now did I think sharing the same bed was a bad thing.

I walked out of the hall and Pierre followed, we were going to the weapons room. Jason stopped me and told me to come with him. I groaned and followed. We went into the kitchen and Jason handed me a glass of thick reddish liquid. I looked at him.

"Are you expecting me to drink this?" I asked.

Jason looked at me angrily. "I share your feelings Kal, I know those are blood hunger pains. Now drink it before you bite someone."

I sniffed it and blanched.

"Now!" he commanded.

I grumbled and chugged it, gagging when I was done. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve.

"Dear lord, how the fuck did you get this down?!" I looked at the empty glass then at him.

"I just did. Now suck it up princess." Jason growled.

"You just don't trust me!" I said and walked off to help Pierre clean weapons.

I sat down on the floor and picked out one of the silver swords. As I polished it, I kept noticing Pierre chancing glances my way. I thought it was cute, even though we were engaged. Which is still kind of scary. But I think it is a good scare... like futuristic scare. I looked at myself in the cleaned sword, distracting me from Pierre. A blade sneaked around to my neck. I looked up and Pierre was smiling. He let me get up and I held the weapon I had.

We rallied, our swords were soon clinking and clanking together. Our moves quickened and the intensity was fierce. We were both trying to hit each other with the flat of our blades. Instead we locked and looked at each other through the metal blades. We smiled at each other, and backed off.

He hit me in the butt with the flat side and smiled devilishly. I rolled my eyes. "So mature." I said.

"What else did you expect?" he asked.

"I dunno." I said. I put away the sword. "You don't always have to have the last hit, sweetie."

Pierre gapped and then pouted.