She said, She said, why don't you just drop dead?

Prologue

WARNING: DONT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE MUSIC VIDEO OF A LITTLE LESS CANDLES! And some cussing... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

I don't own these rights I just love the song and the music video, and there needs to be a sequel!

Pete's POV

I wake up to find myself in the back of a police car with an unreasonably tight straight jacket tied on to me. I remember the fight and how William disappeared when I attacked him. The officers in front seemed to not notice me, so I decided to kick as hard a I could at the drivers seat. I smirked as the shrill scream was cut to silence. The other cop turned to me snarling with his fangs glinting in the moon light. I kicked off the door and leaped out, stumbling as I run across the murky streets of Chicago. I run into an old run down warehouse, and turn left when I hear sirens screaming ahead of me. When I feel that they aren't chasing me I run home.

Patrick's POV

My eyes won't open but when they do I see that I am in a jail cell. The first thing I think is, what the fuck! How did I get here? And where are the others? But those questions are answered when I remember the huge fight and getting bitten by the hot vampire chicks. I see Joe and Andy sitting whispering quietly to each other. I tried to say hi, but it just came out as a moan.

"Trick! Thank God you are okay. We thought you were dead." Andy cried, crawling towards him and wrapping him in a tight hug.

We all jumped when an officer slammed the door behind him, "Y'all are free to go," he said in southern withdrawal, "but we will attack again if you interfere then we will kill you. Now get this son of a bitch out of my sight now!" He yelled pointing at me. We made a break for it, and ran out to the car, which was parked outside and drove to the warehouse. To see Pete leaning against the door frame waiting for us to get back. We get a couple beers and recount our night to each other.

Later that night

I call the number that I thought I would never call again. It picks up on the third ring, "hello?" A voice answers.

"Heyyyyy," I reply drawing out the y.

The voice answers in an annoyed smirkish voice "Patrick Stump, fancy hearing you on the phone, after all these years."

Pete's POV

"Yes I know it has been years but seriously we need your help. Please. Just come back to Chicago we don't know what these vampires are up to but you can help us. You will? Oh THANK YOU! You won't regret this see you tomorrow at 2 o'clock, and you know where the warehouse is... Oh ok, see you then, bye," Patrick hung up the phone with a big grin spread across his face.

"Who did you just call?" I question him suspiciously, "we don't need help. We got this how could you trust us to prove that we can handle these vampires ourselves."

Patrick looks at me with a hint of anger in his eyes, "because Pete we got our asses kicked by those vampires. And the person I called can help us, just trust me on this one." The scary thing is that I really do trust him.

A/N: If you guys noticed some places where thoughts are supposed to be italicized and aren't, it's because I am writing on an iPad and it is very different from the computer on Wattpad.