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Okay... someone very rightfully pointed out to me a mistake I made last chapter...

Andy is straightedge. I realize this. I even read about it a 'Rolling Stone' article, and thought to myself, "Wow, that IS really straight!" I apologize for the mistake.

First I mess up his name, then I make him eat something meaty in the first fic, now this. If I were to screw up Andy anymore he'd be a keyboardist named Jimmy.

By the way, terrible ending, I know. Don't worry. Just stay tuned for next chapter. I'm anxious to get the sixth one in, so I'll probably be updating later this week.

Claire put the brakes on the car, jerking it forward. "Okay, mister. You sure this stop is fine? 'Cause you look alone and stuff." She ignored her two giggling friends in the backseat (giggling at the fact that there was a guy in the car).

"I'll be fine. Thanks for the ride." He stepped out, holding a large gun with a large stake on the end.

Claire flashed him a wide, toothy smile, revealing her vampiric fangs. "Okey dokey! Byebye!" She drove off.

"HEY WAIT!" He was shocked at realizing she was a vampire.

Pete rolled about, unwilling to get up. His bed was the seat at the dining table (formerly from the diner). Even though there were four previous owners, there were curiously only three bunks. And upon fiddling with the blinds at the window near the table, Pete realized that his sofa-bed was actually better if he wanted to keep away from the sun. And they had gotten drunk last night and lost track of time, thus Pete would be waking up to sunlight in just a couple of hours.

And so Pete rolled just a bit more until it finally set in: you can only roll on a couch so much until you roll off.

CLUNK.

"Uh!" Pete jumped up. Resulting in his head against the bottom of the table. CLUNK. "UHHH!"

Pete stuck his head out from under the table, rubbing it. The curtains on the other two windows in the RV were closed, but moonlight bled thru. Andrew was still sleeping. Somebody was puking in the undersized bathroom, and the last was nowhere to be seen.

"Coffee?" Joe asked Pete from behind.

That resulted in surprising Pete, which resulted in Pete bonking his head again, which resulted in Pete groaning again. "UUUGGHH!"

"No, then?" Joe chugged a mug of coffee in a few gulps. He held out a beer to Pete. "Hair of the dog that bit you? Like half my coffee was beer just now."

"I'll just take a shower or something…" Pete got up.

"Good luck with that. There is no shower on this bus."

"Then I'll just-" Pete paused. "How long has it been since any of us showered?"

"That, my friend, is a question best not thought about it."

Patrick stumbled out of the 'bath'room. "Ugh… why did you guys let me drink so much?"

"We were too busy making sure we drank so much," Joe replied.

Patrick turned to look at Andrew. "Andy, wake up! If we're up and miserable and hung over you should be, too! ANDREW!" Patrick went over to start pushing and hitting poor Andrew until he woke.

"So Patrick's a sad drunk and a pissed off hung over?" Joe raised one eyebrow while watching Patrick torment Andrew.

"What's your problem?!" Andrew shot up from under his white comforter.

"We have to get going," Patrick said. "Get driving. Back on track. I'm nauseous as hell, Joe just downed another couple of beers with his coffee, and Pete's got head trauma. You appear to be the least hung over, so you're driving."

Andrew incoherently whined as he walked over to the steering wheel. "Where am I going? What do we need on the ingredients list?"

"Let me look at it again…" Patrick looked over the list of ingredients of the cure for vampirism that the Dark Priest had given them to retrieve. Theirs was the second half of the list.

11. Sage (1 dram)

12. Rosemary (1 dram)

13. Blood of a virgin (at least 50 milliliters to take proper effect)

14. Redwood leaves (5 grains, powdered)

15. 6 cloves of garlic

16. Vampiric blood collected from at least 5 different vampires. At least 50 milliliters each.

17. 1 cup coconut milk (yes, seriously. About 40 milliliters)

18. One half of a cup red wine (aged at least 50 years)

19. One Yule log (to boil potion)

20. Holy water (40 milliliters)

"Well, we have the sage, rosemary, garlic, red wine, and Yule log. We'll pick the blood from five vampires up as we go; we've already got Pete's for one. Same for the virgin blood. Not sure how we're going to do that…" Patrick trailed off.

"Patrick, why don't you give yours?" Joe asked.

"Not funny," Patrick didn't look up. "I suppose since we're nowhere near where Redwood trees are, we'll just have to stop at the nearest supermarket and get the coconut milk. Besides the spices and wine we got, they didn't have anything besides perishable staples and water when we left our town."

"So, closest possible town out of this forested area?" Andrew asked Patrick.

"Yup," Patrick responded.

Pete looked at the windshield from where he was sitting at the back of the bus on one of the others' bunks. He was just realizing their surroundings (namely, forest) because he didn't even look out the window yet. "Where's the nearest town?"

"About 250 miles away." Patrick had a map out. "I can't believe there's so much wilderness out here. Did we go into the center of Yellowstone or something? Maybe this road isn't ALL forest the whole way or something."

"What time is it?"

"'Bout five A.M." Joe leaned his forward to look at a digital alarm clock on a small, built-in shelf

Pete pieced it together in his mind. "So it'll be daylight when we reach the closest well-populated town?"

"Yup," Patrick walked over to Andrew and started to show him the route they were going before they would get started to leave.

"Well, wait!" Pete jumped up from his prone position. "How can we go to a supermarket if it's light out?!"

Patrick gave him a quizzical look, shrugging. "You'll stay, we'll leave."

Pete dwelled on the thought for a minute before giving Patrick his best 'does-not-compute' face. "Wait… whaaat?!"

Patrick turned away from Andrew, rolling his eyes after finally understanding where Pete's confusion came from. "You're a big boy, Pete. As are we. You can take care of yourself, we can take care of ourselves."

Joe helpfully added, "You wear pants, not diapers."

Pete huffed, then leaned back into the bed again, wondering what he could possibly to do to occupy his time later for a few hours by himself.

His thinking was interrupted by a force lifting up their RV.

"WHAT THE FUCK…?!" Patrick shouted.

"Hello. This is new." Joe said, perfectly calm.

It was dropped back down with a clunk. Patrick looked around. "Did we just… levitate a foot into the air?!" He shouted.

"I heard that!" A man's (very familiar) voice came from outside. "No, you didn't do that, you punk! I DID!"

Patrick glanced out the window to see a very ticked off-looking Sorel, with his arms crossed. "THIS… is bad."

"We've been discovered, eh?" Andrew looked at Sorel. Gerard and Mikey were standing near him, leaning on their motorcycles, looking just as hung over as the vigilantes. Sorel was either immune to hangovers or abandoned his feelings of sickish-ness for the sake of being angry.

"Come on out and face me!" Sorel shouted. "And don't bother trying to run me over, I'll only get ANGRIER!" In response to that, Andrew took his hand nervously off the keys in the ignition.

Pete got up. "Joe, do me a favor."

"Yes?" Joe sipped another cup of coffee-beer.

"Slap me in the face. Hard."

Joe giggled and gave Pete a hard slap. "That was fun. Can I do it again?"

"No, I'll be fine and alert now." Pete went over to the door.

"Wait! W-what are you doing?! We don't have a plan or… or anything!" Patrick stammered.

"I do have a plan."

"What?! What's the plan?!"

"Kick ass." Pete opened the door and jumped out.

"I'm game!" Joe followed him. Andrew shrugged and did the same as Patrick scurried around, preparing weapons.

"Ew, trash!" Andrew almost stepped on a pile of what appeared to be discarded parts of a machine; cables and scrap metal.

Sorel glanced at the discarded parts, smiling. "Oh… idea!" he telekinetically lifted up a cable and quickly began wrapping it around Andrew, still using his powers.

"AHH! STOP IT!" Andrew clawed the cable as it shot out and grabbed Joe, pulling him towards Andrew. Then it was only a matter of seconds before it tied them up together, back-to-back.

Sorel picked them up and tossed them over to Gerard and Mikey. "Have fun!"

Gerard blinked and looked down. "Aw man… now we have to do something…"

Sorel turned his attention back to Pete and Patrick. "I don't believe we ever finished our lessons in etiquette, did we?"

Pete looked confused. "What?"

"I don't think I even want to know!" Patrick commented.

Sorel rolled his eyes. "That's right, you don't. Now scoot, Patrick." Sorel lifted Patrick up (again, with his powers) and tossed him over the other side of the RV. "There, that should keep him occupied."

"HEY!" Pete tried to punch Sorel, but Sorel caught his hand.

"Etiquette lesson one!" Sorel smiled. "Limp handshakes signify limp personalities." Sorel smiled wider and flipped Pete over his shoulder judo-style with just his wrist. He then threw Pete back over his shoulder and onto the ground in front of him, the excessive flipping and pressure forcing a loud snap sound from Pete's wrist.

Sorel threw Pete against the RV and held him there with his powers. He stepped closer, only to smile innocently and hold out his arms. "Do you want to stake me?"

Pete stared back at him. "Uh… do you want one more for the road?"

"I'm serious," Sorel said. "Stake me... if you want to try."

"Yeah, that basically just convinced me not to." Pete snarled. Instead, he raised his foot and kicked Sorel in the chest. But Sorel barely went back and the kick induced a loud 'clang' sound. "W.T.F.?" Pete asked.

"Well, it's-" Sorel began but paused and scowled. "What… what on earth did you say?"

"W.T.F. Stands for 'what the fuck'."

"You're an idiot. It's longer if you spell it out! As I was saying, this…" He pointed to his where his heart was. "Is protected by a thick metal plate. No stake driven by a normal vampire could get through it. Nor can your cute little crossbows."

"You wear that all the time?" Pete raised one eyebrow. "You're seriously that paranoid that you think Gerard or Mikey will just stake you when you sleep?"

Sorel flinched. "Don't call me paranoid. You don't have half the experience I do."

"I hope I never do because you are one screwed up weirdo."

Sorel twitched again, then smiled his usual cruel smile. "Peter, you shouldn't insult people… etiquette lesson number two. They could do very bad things to you." He pulled out his usual sword. "I wonder if a vampire's spleen will grow back."

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"This is bad. Very, very bad!" Andy whispered to Joe, who he was tied to at their backs.

"Good one, Captain Obvious!" Joe hissed. "Use your two rapiers to break the cable!"

"They're over there," Andrew nodded at the door of the RV, accidentally bumping their heads.

"What exactly do I call this creature?" Gerard asked Mikey.

"Dunno…" Mikey laughed. "It can't be more intelligent then a mule, its best friend in the hybrid animal world."

"Go to the sword!" Joe ordered, turning around to let Andrew begin walking toward the so-near-yet-so-far rapiers.

Gerard got off his chopper and kicked Joe in the chest, sending him falling on top of Andrew.

"UUUF!" Andrew moaned. "Get off me!"

"I'm trying! Roll on your side!" Andrew obeyed, and they were able to scramble to a clumsy stand.

Andrew scampered over to the RV, forcing Joe to stumble backwards. Andrew hid in front of the RV. "Look, isn't that Pete in dire need of assistance?"

"We're in dire need of assistance, too!" Joe had a perfectly good view of Mikey and Gerard following them, but laughing too hard to really do anything to them, even run after them.

Andrew ignored Joe and came out of hiding, yelling at Sorel, "I'M GONNA THROW A JOE AT YOU!"

"WHAT DID YOU-" Joe couldn't finish yelling at Andrew because Andrew spun around suddenly, jumped up, and tackled Sorel Joe-first, knocking Sorel away from Pete.

"OH! Now I have to be serious!" Gerard yelled.

Sorel was so furious his face was turning into a different color (a color faces shouldn't be). "I TIED THEM UP FOR YOU! WHAT THE HELL ELSE DO YOU NEED ME TO DO FOR YOU?! CHOP OFF THEIR LIMBS?!"

"I-I have it under c-control, sir! T-they just got away!" Gerard stammered, moving towards Andrew and Joe.

"See how you like being tied up!" Patrick shot his net gun, catching both Mikey and Gerard in the electric net.

"UGH!" Sorel growled, clutching his head in frustration just as Andrew had picked up one of his rapiers and was cutting him and Joe loose. "GET UP! Both of you!" He snarled at Gerard and Mikey as they scrambled from under the shocking, red net.

"Are these the guys you want us to kill?" Jared yawned, walking up to Sorel with his team flanking him.

Patrick opened the door to the vehicle. "In! Now! Let's split!"

Pete jumped in and Joe and Andrew followed, Andrew accidentally knocking down Sorel again from the side.

"Now we go?" Andrew sprang into the driver's seat and put his hand on the keys in the ignition for the second time in the past fifteen minutes.

"Right!" Patrick handed him the map. "Traveling to nearest town: Take Two!"

"Stop them!" Sorel screamed. Jared pulled out a katana as the RV roared by, and stabbed it into the side of the moving vehicle, letting it escape with the sword embedded.

Jared turned and winked at Sorel. "They can run, but they can't hide."

"Uh…" Andrew looked slightly scared. "Is this even a town?" He stared at what appeared to be a humongous cement wall that seemed to stretch on for more than a mile at each side Andrew looked at. There were a few small tollbooth-like buildings seen scattered across the wall next to gates and someone was inside each one.

Unsure of what to do, Andrew parked the RV and stared at the booths. "What are those?"

Patrick looked at them, too. "I… wonder if we're allowed inside."

Joe shrugged. "Only one way to find out." He got up from his seat at the table.

Pete rolled his eyes. "Well, good luck with that. I hope their security doesn't throw you around like ragdolls."

"I'm sure we'll be fine!" Andrew got up and stretched from sitting at the car seat too long.

Pete rolled his eyes again. "And good luck taking Andy," he said to Patrick. "He'll probably get bored just shopping around and will complain and be annoying."

"Well, it's a new town!" Patrick smiled. "I'm sure we'll find some excitement."

"'Excitement'?" Pete spat. "Yeah, 'excitement'… you'll probably get jumped… by a mob… 'cause you have weapons… and stuff…"

Patrick stuffed a shiny new crossbow in his backpack, along with stakes and a net gun. "So long as I keep them hidden, I'm sure there won't be any problems."

Pete looked surprised. "Uh, well, you know how it can be with unfamiliar towns… they could be nice… or they could be crawling with disease, or vampires, or giant rats or something." Pete tried to look uninterested in Joe opening the door to leave by picking up and skimming a random book someone had been reading and left on the bed. "You could get 'Montezuma's Revenge'. I'm just glad I won't."

"We'll be fine. But we appreciate your concern… we'll keep away from tap water." Patrick said as he followed Andrew, who had also left. He closed the door just as Pete was trying to yell something after them about them being drugged and robbed by a homeless yet seductive twenty year-old woman who thinks they'd be rich tourists, but Patrick didn't hear him.

As they started to walk away, Patrick gave the RV a hurt look. "That's sad how obvious it is how much he doesn't want to be alone and bored."

"Well, yeah, but someone had to stay with the RV even if he wasn't a vampire," Andrew leaned his head back and drank in the sunlight. "Ohhh God, that feels SO good. Now I feel bad for Pete, too."

They walked up to one of the booths and were immediately greeted by what looked like an ordinary policeman. "You've reached the town of Eerie. What is your purpose for coming?" He stared at Patrick with emotionless, all-business eyes.

Patrick shifted his weight uncomfortably. "Uh, we're traveling and we need to stock up on supplies."

"Can I see some I.D.?"

Joe raised his eyebrows. "I.D.? We just want to get some food!"

The guard picked up a walkie-talkie without missing a beat. "Security? We have unknown visitors who won't comply to showing I.D."

Patrick took his wallet out and showed his driver's license. "No, no, here!"

The guard inspected it, then handed it back to Patrick. "And you two?" he looked at Andrew and Joe, who did the same. After inspecting theirs, the guard pressed an unseen button in his booth and the gate rose slowly. As they walked in, they heard him communicate, assumed with another guard, on the walkie-talkie. "We have three visitors coming in. Short term visitors. Confirmed to be non-vampires."