Fic:Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional) [5/24]
Title: ‘Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional)’ [5/24]
Author: JenJM (me)
Pairing: Gabe/William, Mikey/William, Pete/Patrick, Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer and many a few others.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: Gabe Saporta, William Beckett, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Mikey Way, others. Pretty much everyone from Cobras, Academy, FOB and MCR. Plus Maja Ivarsson of The Sounds, and I can tell you Green Day will appear somewhere along the way.
Word count: 96,000 total words
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings, all the stuff you can find in a story where people kill vampires and vice versa. But this vampires have sense of humor.
Disclaimer: Gabe and William aren’t mine ç_ç they belong to each other themselves. Actually no one in here belongs to me, and it’s so sad.
I really don’t mean to offend anyone and nothing of what I wrote in this story is to be considered real, it’s all fiction.
Author’s Notes: Pete being a vampire and hunting others vampires is kinda taken from FOB’s video for “Sixteen candles”, all the other stuff is a product of my twisted mind.
Title from Cobra Starship’s “Prostitution is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional)”.
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
Beta: my dear and patient
nejem
Summary: “In his late years, Gabe Saporta had come to consider himself a peaceful, harmless, even funny vampire. He rarely killed anyone, when he fed he always left his victims where they could be easily found and rescued, and sure thing he never wanted to be part of any clan ever again.” But his plans are ruined when he gets caught by a vampire hunters clan led by Pete Wentz, and things take an interesting path when William Beckett, a young hunter, becomes his jailer. Meanwhile Ryan Ross gets kidnapped by someone they didn’t expect to see again, and the clan has to find him before it’s too late.
Crossposted. Like, a lot.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
“Ryan, calm down.” Pete’s voice was low and didn’t leave space for argument. The young vampire turned and looked at him in the eye. “We’re friends.”
“You.” Ryan tilted his head to the side, his face now curious. “You turned me.”
“I just completed the process.” Pete replied, and William’s eyes widened. “Your mind is struggling to adjust to the changes. You’ll get your memories back quickly.”
“You sure?” Brendon asked, not looking away from Ryan.
“I’m sure.” Pete nodded, taking a deep breath. “It’s been a traumatic experience for his body, he needs to recover. But he’ll be fine.”
“Who are you?” Ryan looked directly at Brendon, his eyes now filled with curiosity. Pete’s voice and words had seemed to calm him down, like he knew he could trust the older vampire. “Why are you crying?”
Brendon wiped his eyes quickly, as other tears fought to fall.
“He’s someone you can trust with your life.” Pete replied, a soft smile on his lips. Ryan looked at him and nodded, not questioning his explanation. “He’ll take care of you.”
“Okay.” Ryan just said, a slightly confused frown on his pale face.
“You want someone else to stay?” Pete looked at Brendon, seeing the boy shake his head slowly. “We’ll be downstairs.”
With that Pete gestured Maja, William and Patrick to walk out, then followed them and closed the door, nodding one last time to Ryan. No one talked as Pete walked to a near bedroom, Spencer’s.
He knocked softly on the door and Jon opened a few seconds later. “How’s Spence?”
“The drugs kicked in, he’s asleep.” Jon stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
“What happened?” William asked, worried about his friend.
“He…” Jon hesitated, looking at the floor.
“Brent hit him and sent him against a wall.” Patrick said before Jon could go on. “He fell down and got a big iron splinter in his side.”
“Shit.” Maja cursed under her breath, a worried frown forming on his face.
“We stopped to see a doctor.” Jon explained, throwing a grateful glance at Patrick. “He’s got stitches and meds, but he’ll be just fine.” He sighed, turning to look at Pete again. “What about Ryan?”
“He’ll be okay.” Pete’s face was unreadable and Jon waited for him to continue. “He doesn’t remember anything, but he’ll be okay.”
“How?” Mike asked, not convinced by Pete’s words.
“His brain has to come to terms with the changes that his body went through. It’s been more traumatic than usual.” Pete sighed, heading downstairs as he talked. “Brent turned him two days before we found them. He kept him alive with his blood, but it wasn’t strong enough to turn him completely.”
“So you finished the process when you found him.” William said, following the vampire in the hallway.
“It was the only way to save him.” Pete sighed, not looking at any of this friends as he walked towards the library. “Either that or let him die.”
“You did the right choice.” William knew his words weren’t going to do much, but he felt the need to let Pete know he was with him.
“I just hope Ryan will think that too.” Pete entered the library and went for the window, checking the sky.
“He will.” Jon said, a little smile on his lips. “Vampire or not, he loves Brendon more than his own life, he’ll just be happy to have the chance to be by his side instead of six feet underground.”
“Well, we’ll see.” Pete tried to sit down on the couch, sighing heavily, but Patrick stopped him. “What?”
“Your pants.” Patrick pointed at the blood soaked jeans Pete was wearing. “You already messed up the van seat, I’m not letting you ruin the couch too.”
“Are you scolding me?” Pete asked with an incredulous smile.
“I totally am.” Patrick looked dead serious and Pete stifled a laugh. “Now go change your clothes and don’t even think about making a Desperate Housewives joke.” Patrick narrowed his eyes at the vampire, who bit on his lip to hold back his laughter and quickly exited.
Jon and Mike looked down, trying to hide their smirks.
“Same goes for you two.” Patrick pointed his gaze at Jon and Mike, and the two hunters headed outside quickly. Then he turned towards Maja and William, a little grin on his lips. “Something interesting happened here?”
“No, not really.” William shrugged, fighting back a smirk. “Just same old routine.”
“Good.” With a nod Patrick headed outside probably determined to change his clothes as well. “See you later, then.”
~~
“So, you…” Ryan started, watching Brendon with a frown. “I mean, we…”
“We’re together, yeah.” Brendon nodded slowly, keeping his voice even.
“How long?” Ryan tilted his head to the side, sliding closer to the boy on the bed.
“Four years.” Brendon showed a little smile and Ryan half-closed his eyes, trying to remember.
“It’s a long time.” Ryan said, surprised. His hand raised to touch Brendon’s face but stopped at mid-air. “Can I?”
Brendon simply nodded, closing his eyes when Ryan’s cold fingers caressed his cheeks, then traced the outline of his mouth. He didn’t know why, but he needed to touch, to feel Brendon under his fingertips.
“You’re so cold…” Brendon whispered, letting out a shaky breath.
“Sorry.” Ryan immediately withdrew his hand, causing Brendon to open his eyes.
“No, I…” Brendon shook his head, taking Ryan’s hand in his own. “It’s okay, I just have to get used to it.”
“How can you accept this?” Ryan asked referring to himself, his eyes showing curiosity and confusion. “I mean, what happened to me, how can you love me after this?”
“You’re Ryan, my Ryan, no matter what.” Brendon brought Ryan’s hand to his mouth and kissed the palm, his thumb massaging the wrist. “And as long as I’ll be breathing I’ll love you more than my own soul.”
“I must be a lucky son of a bitch.” Ryan whispered, a little smile tugging at his lips as his eyes met Brendon’s surprised ones.
“So, what do you want to know about yourself?” Brendon mirrored the smile, not letting go of Ryan’s hand, his thumb caressing the tattoo on the inside of the boy’s wrist.
“Who were all those people?” Ryan nodded towards the door and Brendon chuckled.
“Well, I hope you have nowhere to be, ‘cause this is kind of a long story.”
~~
A day later
When Pete opened the door of the mansion the following night he wasn’t exactly surprised to see Gerard Way standing there with a little smirk curving his lips.
“You’re in a shitload of trouble, Wentz.” Gerard informed before Pete could even greet him.
“It’s always nice to have friends to brighten my nights.” Pete arched an eyebrow, moving from the door and gesturing the other vampire to come in. “Oh, I see you brought the family this time.”
Right after Gerard two other people entered the house, and Pete closed the door behind them. Gerard’s younger brother, Mikey, and Gerard’s mate, Frank Iero, stood right beside him, all the three wearing long black leather coats.
“I seriously can’t wait for the day you snap out of this Matrix style thing.” Pete shook his head and Gerard chuckled, looking around.
“How’s your guy?” The vampire asked, his gaze focusing again on Pete.
“Not dead.” Pete gestured his guests to follow him upstairs. “In a vampire kind of way.”
“Did you catch Wilson?” Mikey asked, raising his eyebrow.
“You know I didn’t.” Pete looked at the vampire and grinned. “But maybe you and William were too busy to discuss these kinds of details?”
“Smartass.” Mikey laughed, and Frank shook his head with an amused grin on his face.
“How’s Mrs. Wentz?” Gerard asked as they entered a big studio and Pete gestured them to sit on one of the two couches in the room, closing the door.
“Call me Mrs. Wentz again and I’ll change my plans for dinner.” Patrick replied from behind them, glaring at Gerard with a trace of amusement in his voice. He knew Gerard had asked that only because he’d smelled Patrick presence from the corridor.
Gerard laughed as he sat between Mikey and Frank, while Pete and Patrick sat on the couch across from them, an elegant coffee table in between.
“So, I don’t think you came here all the way from Jersey just to ask about Ryan.” Pete looked at Gerard in the eye, determined to know what was going on.
“No.” Gerard relaxed back in the couch, the little smirk never leaving his lips. “As I said, you’re in a shitload of trouble.”
“Would you mind to elaborate for me, almighty gossip lord?” Pete sighed and saw Frank hold back a grin at the name.
“You and your guys slaughtered an entire nest in Nevada just a couple of days ago, right?”
“A bunch of newbies who followed Wilson for some reason.” Pete shrugged, not understanding what was wrong.
“That bunch of newbies, as you call them, was actually formed by newly turned vampires from three clans you really didn’t want to piss off.” Gerard explained, shaking his head.
“Tell me I didn’t.” Pete felt his stomach drop to his feet and his eyes closed slowly, re-opening them immediately.
“You just declared war.” Gerard focused his gaze in Pete’s shocked one, and for once his smirk was gone. “And you ain’t taking it back easily.”
Pete took a deep breath, feeling Patrick tense beside him. Hell, they really were in a shitload of trouble.
“Who?” Pete held the other vampire’s serious gaze.
“Ray Toro, Bob Bryar and someone you’ll not be happy to hear. Andy Mrotek.” Gerard replied, arching an eyebrow as he saw Pete close his eyes and curse under his breath.
“The Butcher?” Patrick asked, his face darkening at the name.
“Yeah, well, that’s what they call him nowadays.” Gerard nodded slowly, looking at the werewolf. “I think you know pretty well why.”
“What the fuck were those newbies doing there, together?” Pete asked suddenly, a confused and angry frown on his face. “They’re rival clans, for fuck’s sake!”
“They were up to some kind of ritual to prove the loyalty to their clan. A search.” Gerard shrugged, his voice even and his expression unreadable.
“For what?”
“Here comes the good news.” A slow grin returned to Gerard’s lips and Pete didn’t feel reassured. At all. “We know about your little magic experiments, we know Maja is helping you, and we know you failed up till now.”
“How the hell do you know that?” Pete asked angrily, his gaze going immediately to Mikey, who just raised an eyebrow, knowing he was thinking of William.
“Don’t look at me. I never managed to get anything out of that pretty mouth.” Mikey looked at Pete in the eye, a grin stretching his lips. “Well, except for those sweet moans and pleas and screams.” Mikey licked his lower lip suggestively, and Pete felt Patrick tense slightly.
“You’re a pervert.” Pete shook his head, incredulous. “But I know William would never betray me.” He looked back at a grinning Gerard, who had enjoyed the exchange in silence. “So how d’you know?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Gerard relaxed back against the couch. “I’m here to bring good news, remember?” Frank took something out of his pocket and put it on the table, not saying a word. “That’s a fragment of an ancient book.” Gerard explained, leaning towards the coffee table and resting his elbows on his knees. “Apparently, in that book, there’s something you might find useful for your little project.”
Pete took the sheet of old paper in his hand, his eyes scanning the document with awe. “Holy shit.”
“That’s what the vampires you killed were looking for.” Gerard pointed at Pete then relaxed back again. “Those clans want the book. Dunno if to use it or to destroy it, but they want it.”
“And they organized a fucking treasure hunt with the newbies?” Pete asked, incredulous. “It’s moronic!”
“It was a good way to select who was strong enough to really be part of the clan.” Gerard shrugged, not exactly bothered by Pete’s surprise.
“Who has the book now?” Patrick looked between Gerard and Frank, suspicious.
“That’s the interesting part. No one knows it.” Gerard shrugged, a trace of amusement in his eyes. “Not even us.”
“Sweet.” Pete showed a sarcastic smile to his friend, then eyed the paper in his hands again. “Why do I feel like there’s something else?”
“There is.” Gerard confirmed, nodding as his gaze found again Pete’s wary one. “This war isn’t something me and my guys are very excited about. And you also know that we like to mind our own business. But.” He paused, sighing as a serious expression settled on his face. “We’re friends, aren’t we? Long time friends.”
“I guess we are.” Pete frowned, non exactly sure he liked where the conversation was heading.
“Then maybe I can do something for you.” A little smirk came back to the vampire’s lips. “I can’t speak out and defend you, but I can send a clear message. It’d give you some time, at least.”
“What kind of message?” Patrick asked, narrowing his eyes, suspicious.
“They’d never attack if they thought we’re supporting you.”
“Which you aren’t.” Patrick pointed out, an eyebrow raising.
“No. But they don’t know it.” Gerard tilted his head slightly to the side, looking at the werewolf. “We’ll let them think that for a while, the time for you to organize for something like this.”
“And how are you gonna send the message?”
Pete saw Mikey grin at Patrick’s question, and he looked at Gerard, who simply showed a wide smirk, while Frank studied Pete’s reaction with interest.
~~
“Pete and Patrick are upstairs with the Ways and Iero.” Jon announced, entering the library and helping Spencer to reach the couch.
“Mikey’s here?” William looked up from the book and raised an eyebrow, gaining a grin from Mike.
“Yup, they went upstairs a while ago.” Jon confirmed, his gaze passing between Mike and William, amused. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll pass by to say hello before leaving.”
“Actually, we aren’t leaving.” A voice replied from the door, and Gerard stepped in the room, grinning. “We’re staying for a few days.” He added as Pete and Patrick walked in the room, immediately followed by Mikey and Frank.
The group didn’t reply, they just stared at the three guests with a mix of respect, surprise and worry. Every single vampire and hunter on the face of earth knew Gerard Way was a scary son of a bitch, not exactly someone to mess with, in any case. And despite the looks, his brother Mikey wasn’t less dangerous. At all.
They were the leaders of one of the biggest clans in the whole States and they usually fought to maintain peace and balance between rival clans.
Frank Iero, on the other hand, was a mystery. No one knew his real age, no one knew how strong he really was, but rumors said he was the one that had turned Gerard centuries before. William had always been amazed by how Frank usually kept quiet at first, studying his surroundings, then turned into one of the most outgoing guys William had ever met. It was a weird and somehow creepy transformation, and William didn’t really want to go behind the friendly attitude.
“You mean you…you’re gonna live here?” Mike asked, confused, his eyes stopping on Pete.
“And they’re not gonna be the only guests.” Pete announced, looking around and registering the fact that Brendon and Ryan weren’t there. “Ryland and his guys are coming too. Just got off the phone.”
“Why?” William stood from the desk, closing the book he was reading and his notebook.
“We’re in a shitload of trouble.” Pete replied, gaining an amused glance from Gerard. “And we’re gonna need all the help we can get.”
“Vicky and the guys will be home in three days.” Mike announced, frowning. “What kind of trouble?”
“Worst kind.” Pete sighed, turning to look at William. “What about Saporta, Bill?”
“What?” William’s eyebrows shot up, not sure he’d understood.
“You’ve been guarding him for two weeks, d’you think we can trust him?” Pete looked directly at William in the eye, searching for any doubt or hesitation. “Ryland says he’s one of the good guys now.”
William held Pete’s gaze, thinking fast. He probably had Gabe’s life in his hands, again, and a knot formed in his throat at the thought. He didn’t really have to think too hard to know the answer. He felt Mikey’s eyes on him but ignored it, keeping his gaze in Pete’s unreadable one.
“Yeah.” William nodded slowly, his voice firm. “I think Ryland’s right, we can trust him.”
Pete narrowed his eyes and studied William for a few seconds, then sighed. “Go get him, then.”
William caught Mikey’s glare, but simply nodded, heading for the door without a word. Patrick followed him a second later.
~~
Gabe felt a well-known scent along with William’s, and he had barely the time to stand before the door opened.
William entered with a serious expression, immediately followed by Patrick.
Gabe hissed like a cat, his eyes going from his usual deep dark brown to the color of ice in a second, his fangs clearly showing and short but sharp claws growing from his nails. “Get him out.”
“It’s okay, he’s not gonna hurt you.” William was a little shocked by Gabe’s reaction, and approached slowly.
“He’s Patrick fuckin’ werewolf Stump.” Gabe glared at the man, keeping his back against the wall, but ready to attack at the first sigh of danger. “He’ll kill me as soon as I take a step.”
“He won’t.” William reached the vampire with the key in his hand, but Gabe pushed his hand away. “Gabe, for fuck’s sake, just trust me.” William saw Patrick frown but ignored it, trying to unlock the chains.
“Why?”
“’Cause I’m trying to free you?” William sighed, rolling his eyes at the vampire. When Gabe didn’t reply the boy turned, shaking his head.
“I’ll wait upstairs.” Patrick’s frown didn’t disappear as he walked out without waiting for a reply.
“Happy now?” William asked, turning back to Gabe and unlocking the first chain. “He’s not gonna hurt you, he has no reason to.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gabe looked angry and William felt a weight on his chest. “You have no idea what Stump would do to me if he had the chance, he hates me more than anything else in the world.”
“He’s not gonna touch you.” William replied with a bitter tone. “We need you alive.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to deal with the fact that I’m leaving right the fuck now.” Gabe headed for the door and William followed him, confused.
“Gabe, wait.” The vampire stopped in the corridor but didn’t turn, letting William reach him. “Please, just…” William took a deep breath, coming to stand in front of him. “D’you trust me?”
Gabe looked at him in the eye, taking a deep breath. “If I said yes, what would that change?”
“Nothing’s gonna happen to you.” William replied, holding his gaze and trying to sound reasonable.
“As long as I help you? As long as I’m useful?” Gabe’s bitter tone hit William like a slap, and he looked away.
“As long as I’m breathing.” William muttered, turning and starting to walk in the corridor, trying to hide his emotions from Gabe.
Before he realized it, William found himself pinned against the corridor wall, staring right into Gabe’s now deep dark eyes. Their faces were just a few inches apart and William felt Gabe’s icy breath on his skin, while his cold hands moved slowly from William’s arms to his neck.
Without warning Gabe crashed their mouths together, eliciting a little gasp from William. The boy’s hands immediately went for his gun, but when he felt Gabe’s tongue licking his lower lip he relaxed, opening his mouth and giving in to the kiss.
Gabe’s cold fingers moved the turtleneck sweater neck down and stroked gently on the hidden bite, causing William to grip his hoodie tighter to repress a little moan. The kiss started out as angry and frantic, but when William started to respond it turned softer, slower. Sweet.
“I’ve wanted to do this for days.” Gabe whispered on William’s lips as they broke the kiss.
“Why now?” William still had his eyes closed.
“’Cause I might be just minutes from my second, definitive and horrible death.” Gabe showed a little grin, no trace of his previous bitterness. “And what a way to go.”
“You sure you’re not bipolar?” Gabe laughed at that, and his breath tickled William’s skin, sending shivers down his spine. “They won’t hurt you.”
“I really want to believe you.”
“Then believe me.”
Gabe leaned down and placed a kiss on the bite, then covered it again with the neck of the sweater, showing William a little smile. “I wish it was that easy.”
William didn’t reply immediately, fighting the urge to ask what he’d done to Patrick to make the werewolf hate him so much. He knew it wasn’t the right time for that kind of conversation, so he just bit on his slightly swollen lip. “It’s better if we go upstairs, they’re waiting.”
Patrick shook his head and watched them, the couple completely unaware of his presence on the top of the stairs. When Gabe nodded and stepped back, breaking the contact between their bodies, the werewolf silently headed for the library.
~~
A/N: So, I now I should have warned you that troubles were just at the beginning...I do it now. LOL And also, I should have warned about Gerard and Frank, but maybe it's better this way, you got the surprise. XD
So, uh...Gabe doesn't like Patrick and Patrick doesn't like Gabe. And yeah, it has something to do with the reason why Pete hates Gabe so much. No, I can't tell you what's the reason. XD
See you, hope you liked this. JM
Author: JenJM (me)
Pairing: Gabe/William, Mikey/William, Pete/Patrick, Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer and many a few others.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: Gabe Saporta, William Beckett, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Mikey Way, others. Pretty much everyone from Cobras, Academy, FOB and MCR. Plus Maja Ivarsson of The Sounds, and I can tell you Green Day will appear somewhere along the way.
Word count: 96,000 total words
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings, all the stuff you can find in a story where people kill vampires and vice versa. But this vampires have sense of humor.
Disclaimer: Gabe and William aren’t mine ç_ç they belong to each other themselves. Actually no one in here belongs to me, and it’s so sad.
I really don’t mean to offend anyone and nothing of what I wrote in this story is to be considered real, it’s all fiction.
Author’s Notes: Pete being a vampire and hunting others vampires is kinda taken from FOB’s video for “Sixteen candles”, all the other stuff is a product of my twisted mind.
Title from Cobra Starship’s “Prostitution is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional)”.
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
Beta: my dear and patient
nejem
Summary: “In his late years, Gabe Saporta had come to consider himself a peaceful, harmless, even funny vampire. He rarely killed anyone, when he fed he always left his victims where they could be easily found and rescued, and sure thing he never wanted to be part of any clan ever again.” But his plans are ruined when he gets caught by a vampire hunters clan led by Pete Wentz, and things take an interesting path when William Beckett, a young hunter, becomes his jailer. Meanwhile Ryan Ross gets kidnapped by someone they didn’t expect to see again, and the clan has to find him before it’s too late.
Crossposted. Like, a lot.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
“Ryan, calm down.” Pete’s voice was low and didn’t leave space for argument. The young vampire turned and looked at him in the eye. “We’re friends.”
“You.” Ryan tilted his head to the side, his face now curious. “You turned me.”
“I just completed the process.” Pete replied, and William’s eyes widened. “Your mind is struggling to adjust to the changes. You’ll get your memories back quickly.”
“You sure?” Brendon asked, not looking away from Ryan.
“I’m sure.” Pete nodded, taking a deep breath. “It’s been a traumatic experience for his body, he needs to recover. But he’ll be fine.”
“Who are you?” Ryan looked directly at Brendon, his eyes now filled with curiosity. Pete’s voice and words had seemed to calm him down, like he knew he could trust the older vampire. “Why are you crying?”
Brendon wiped his eyes quickly, as other tears fought to fall.
“He’s someone you can trust with your life.” Pete replied, a soft smile on his lips. Ryan looked at him and nodded, not questioning his explanation. “He’ll take care of you.”
“Okay.” Ryan just said, a slightly confused frown on his pale face.
“You want someone else to stay?” Pete looked at Brendon, seeing the boy shake his head slowly. “We’ll be downstairs.”
With that Pete gestured Maja, William and Patrick to walk out, then followed them and closed the door, nodding one last time to Ryan. No one talked as Pete walked to a near bedroom, Spencer’s.
He knocked softly on the door and Jon opened a few seconds later. “How’s Spence?”
“The drugs kicked in, he’s asleep.” Jon stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
“What happened?” William asked, worried about his friend.
“He…” Jon hesitated, looking at the floor.
“Brent hit him and sent him against a wall.” Patrick said before Jon could go on. “He fell down and got a big iron splinter in his side.”
“Shit.” Maja cursed under her breath, a worried frown forming on his face.
“We stopped to see a doctor.” Jon explained, throwing a grateful glance at Patrick. “He’s got stitches and meds, but he’ll be just fine.” He sighed, turning to look at Pete again. “What about Ryan?”
“He’ll be okay.” Pete’s face was unreadable and Jon waited for him to continue. “He doesn’t remember anything, but he’ll be okay.”
“How?” Mike asked, not convinced by Pete’s words.
“His brain has to come to terms with the changes that his body went through. It’s been more traumatic than usual.” Pete sighed, heading downstairs as he talked. “Brent turned him two days before we found them. He kept him alive with his blood, but it wasn’t strong enough to turn him completely.”
“So you finished the process when you found him.” William said, following the vampire in the hallway.
“It was the only way to save him.” Pete sighed, not looking at any of this friends as he walked towards the library. “Either that or let him die.”
“You did the right choice.” William knew his words weren’t going to do much, but he felt the need to let Pete know he was with him.
“I just hope Ryan will think that too.” Pete entered the library and went for the window, checking the sky.
“He will.” Jon said, a little smile on his lips. “Vampire or not, he loves Brendon more than his own life, he’ll just be happy to have the chance to be by his side instead of six feet underground.”
“Well, we’ll see.” Pete tried to sit down on the couch, sighing heavily, but Patrick stopped him. “What?”
“Your pants.” Patrick pointed at the blood soaked jeans Pete was wearing. “You already messed up the van seat, I’m not letting you ruin the couch too.”
“Are you scolding me?” Pete asked with an incredulous smile.
“I totally am.” Patrick looked dead serious and Pete stifled a laugh. “Now go change your clothes and don’t even think about making a Desperate Housewives joke.” Patrick narrowed his eyes at the vampire, who bit on his lip to hold back his laughter and quickly exited.
Jon and Mike looked down, trying to hide their smirks.
“Same goes for you two.” Patrick pointed his gaze at Jon and Mike, and the two hunters headed outside quickly. Then he turned towards Maja and William, a little grin on his lips. “Something interesting happened here?”
“No, not really.” William shrugged, fighting back a smirk. “Just same old routine.”
“Good.” With a nod Patrick headed outside probably determined to change his clothes as well. “See you later, then.”
~~
“So, you…” Ryan started, watching Brendon with a frown. “I mean, we…”
“We’re together, yeah.” Brendon nodded slowly, keeping his voice even.
“How long?” Ryan tilted his head to the side, sliding closer to the boy on the bed.
“Four years.” Brendon showed a little smile and Ryan half-closed his eyes, trying to remember.
“It’s a long time.” Ryan said, surprised. His hand raised to touch Brendon’s face but stopped at mid-air. “Can I?”
Brendon simply nodded, closing his eyes when Ryan’s cold fingers caressed his cheeks, then traced the outline of his mouth. He didn’t know why, but he needed to touch, to feel Brendon under his fingertips.
“You’re so cold…” Brendon whispered, letting out a shaky breath.
“Sorry.” Ryan immediately withdrew his hand, causing Brendon to open his eyes.
“No, I…” Brendon shook his head, taking Ryan’s hand in his own. “It’s okay, I just have to get used to it.”
“How can you accept this?” Ryan asked referring to himself, his eyes showing curiosity and confusion. “I mean, what happened to me, how can you love me after this?”
“You’re Ryan, my Ryan, no matter what.” Brendon brought Ryan’s hand to his mouth and kissed the palm, his thumb massaging the wrist. “And as long as I’ll be breathing I’ll love you more than my own soul.”
“I must be a lucky son of a bitch.” Ryan whispered, a little smile tugging at his lips as his eyes met Brendon’s surprised ones.
“So, what do you want to know about yourself?” Brendon mirrored the smile, not letting go of Ryan’s hand, his thumb caressing the tattoo on the inside of the boy’s wrist.
“Who were all those people?” Ryan nodded towards the door and Brendon chuckled.
“Well, I hope you have nowhere to be, ‘cause this is kind of a long story.”
~~
A day later
When Pete opened the door of the mansion the following night he wasn’t exactly surprised to see Gerard Way standing there with a little smirk curving his lips.
“You’re in a shitload of trouble, Wentz.” Gerard informed before Pete could even greet him.
“It’s always nice to have friends to brighten my nights.” Pete arched an eyebrow, moving from the door and gesturing the other vampire to come in. “Oh, I see you brought the family this time.”
Right after Gerard two other people entered the house, and Pete closed the door behind them. Gerard’s younger brother, Mikey, and Gerard’s mate, Frank Iero, stood right beside him, all the three wearing long black leather coats.
“I seriously can’t wait for the day you snap out of this Matrix style thing.” Pete shook his head and Gerard chuckled, looking around.
“How’s your guy?” The vampire asked, his gaze focusing again on Pete.
“Not dead.” Pete gestured his guests to follow him upstairs. “In a vampire kind of way.”
“Did you catch Wilson?” Mikey asked, raising his eyebrow.
“You know I didn’t.” Pete looked at the vampire and grinned. “But maybe you and William were too busy to discuss these kinds of details?”
“Smartass.” Mikey laughed, and Frank shook his head with an amused grin on his face.
“How’s Mrs. Wentz?” Gerard asked as they entered a big studio and Pete gestured them to sit on one of the two couches in the room, closing the door.
“Call me Mrs. Wentz again and I’ll change my plans for dinner.” Patrick replied from behind them, glaring at Gerard with a trace of amusement in his voice. He knew Gerard had asked that only because he’d smelled Patrick presence from the corridor.
Gerard laughed as he sat between Mikey and Frank, while Pete and Patrick sat on the couch across from them, an elegant coffee table in between.
“So, I don’t think you came here all the way from Jersey just to ask about Ryan.” Pete looked at Gerard in the eye, determined to know what was going on.
“No.” Gerard relaxed back in the couch, the little smirk never leaving his lips. “As I said, you’re in a shitload of trouble.”
“Would you mind to elaborate for me, almighty gossip lord?” Pete sighed and saw Frank hold back a grin at the name.
“You and your guys slaughtered an entire nest in Nevada just a couple of days ago, right?”
“A bunch of newbies who followed Wilson for some reason.” Pete shrugged, not understanding what was wrong.
“That bunch of newbies, as you call them, was actually formed by newly turned vampires from three clans you really didn’t want to piss off.” Gerard explained, shaking his head.
“Tell me I didn’t.” Pete felt his stomach drop to his feet and his eyes closed slowly, re-opening them immediately.
“You just declared war.” Gerard focused his gaze in Pete’s shocked one, and for once his smirk was gone. “And you ain’t taking it back easily.”
Pete took a deep breath, feeling Patrick tense beside him. Hell, they really were in a shitload of trouble.
“Who?” Pete held the other vampire’s serious gaze.
“Ray Toro, Bob Bryar and someone you’ll not be happy to hear. Andy Mrotek.” Gerard replied, arching an eyebrow as he saw Pete close his eyes and curse under his breath.
“The Butcher?” Patrick asked, his face darkening at the name.
“Yeah, well, that’s what they call him nowadays.” Gerard nodded slowly, looking at the werewolf. “I think you know pretty well why.”
“What the fuck were those newbies doing there, together?” Pete asked suddenly, a confused and angry frown on his face. “They’re rival clans, for fuck’s sake!”
“They were up to some kind of ritual to prove the loyalty to their clan. A search.” Gerard shrugged, his voice even and his expression unreadable.
“For what?”
“Here comes the good news.” A slow grin returned to Gerard’s lips and Pete didn’t feel reassured. At all. “We know about your little magic experiments, we know Maja is helping you, and we know you failed up till now.”
“How the hell do you know that?” Pete asked angrily, his gaze going immediately to Mikey, who just raised an eyebrow, knowing he was thinking of William.
“Don’t look at me. I never managed to get anything out of that pretty mouth.” Mikey looked at Pete in the eye, a grin stretching his lips. “Well, except for those sweet moans and pleas and screams.” Mikey licked his lower lip suggestively, and Pete felt Patrick tense slightly.
“You’re a pervert.” Pete shook his head, incredulous. “But I know William would never betray me.” He looked back at a grinning Gerard, who had enjoyed the exchange in silence. “So how d’you know?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Gerard relaxed back against the couch. “I’m here to bring good news, remember?” Frank took something out of his pocket and put it on the table, not saying a word. “That’s a fragment of an ancient book.” Gerard explained, leaning towards the coffee table and resting his elbows on his knees. “Apparently, in that book, there’s something you might find useful for your little project.”
Pete took the sheet of old paper in his hand, his eyes scanning the document with awe. “Holy shit.”
“That’s what the vampires you killed were looking for.” Gerard pointed at Pete then relaxed back again. “Those clans want the book. Dunno if to use it or to destroy it, but they want it.”
“And they organized a fucking treasure hunt with the newbies?” Pete asked, incredulous. “It’s moronic!”
“It was a good way to select who was strong enough to really be part of the clan.” Gerard shrugged, not exactly bothered by Pete’s surprise.
“Who has the book now?” Patrick looked between Gerard and Frank, suspicious.
“That’s the interesting part. No one knows it.” Gerard shrugged, a trace of amusement in his eyes. “Not even us.”
“Sweet.” Pete showed a sarcastic smile to his friend, then eyed the paper in his hands again. “Why do I feel like there’s something else?”
“There is.” Gerard confirmed, nodding as his gaze found again Pete’s wary one. “This war isn’t something me and my guys are very excited about. And you also know that we like to mind our own business. But.” He paused, sighing as a serious expression settled on his face. “We’re friends, aren’t we? Long time friends.”
“I guess we are.” Pete frowned, non exactly sure he liked where the conversation was heading.
“Then maybe I can do something for you.” A little smirk came back to the vampire’s lips. “I can’t speak out and defend you, but I can send a clear message. It’d give you some time, at least.”
“What kind of message?” Patrick asked, narrowing his eyes, suspicious.
“They’d never attack if they thought we’re supporting you.”
“Which you aren’t.” Patrick pointed out, an eyebrow raising.
“No. But they don’t know it.” Gerard tilted his head slightly to the side, looking at the werewolf. “We’ll let them think that for a while, the time for you to organize for something like this.”
“And how are you gonna send the message?”
Pete saw Mikey grin at Patrick’s question, and he looked at Gerard, who simply showed a wide smirk, while Frank studied Pete’s reaction with interest.
~~
“Pete and Patrick are upstairs with the Ways and Iero.” Jon announced, entering the library and helping Spencer to reach the couch.
“Mikey’s here?” William looked up from the book and raised an eyebrow, gaining a grin from Mike.
“Yup, they went upstairs a while ago.” Jon confirmed, his gaze passing between Mike and William, amused. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll pass by to say hello before leaving.”
“Actually, we aren’t leaving.” A voice replied from the door, and Gerard stepped in the room, grinning. “We’re staying for a few days.” He added as Pete and Patrick walked in the room, immediately followed by Mikey and Frank.
The group didn’t reply, they just stared at the three guests with a mix of respect, surprise and worry. Every single vampire and hunter on the face of earth knew Gerard Way was a scary son of a bitch, not exactly someone to mess with, in any case. And despite the looks, his brother Mikey wasn’t less dangerous. At all.
They were the leaders of one of the biggest clans in the whole States and they usually fought to maintain peace and balance between rival clans.
Frank Iero, on the other hand, was a mystery. No one knew his real age, no one knew how strong he really was, but rumors said he was the one that had turned Gerard centuries before. William had always been amazed by how Frank usually kept quiet at first, studying his surroundings, then turned into one of the most outgoing guys William had ever met. It was a weird and somehow creepy transformation, and William didn’t really want to go behind the friendly attitude.
“You mean you…you’re gonna live here?” Mike asked, confused, his eyes stopping on Pete.
“And they’re not gonna be the only guests.” Pete announced, looking around and registering the fact that Brendon and Ryan weren’t there. “Ryland and his guys are coming too. Just got off the phone.”
“Why?” William stood from the desk, closing the book he was reading and his notebook.
“We’re in a shitload of trouble.” Pete replied, gaining an amused glance from Gerard. “And we’re gonna need all the help we can get.”
“Vicky and the guys will be home in three days.” Mike announced, frowning. “What kind of trouble?”
“Worst kind.” Pete sighed, turning to look at William. “What about Saporta, Bill?”
“What?” William’s eyebrows shot up, not sure he’d understood.
“You’ve been guarding him for two weeks, d’you think we can trust him?” Pete looked directly at William in the eye, searching for any doubt or hesitation. “Ryland says he’s one of the good guys now.”
William held Pete’s gaze, thinking fast. He probably had Gabe’s life in his hands, again, and a knot formed in his throat at the thought. He didn’t really have to think too hard to know the answer. He felt Mikey’s eyes on him but ignored it, keeping his gaze in Pete’s unreadable one.
“Yeah.” William nodded slowly, his voice firm. “I think Ryland’s right, we can trust him.”
Pete narrowed his eyes and studied William for a few seconds, then sighed. “Go get him, then.”
William caught Mikey’s glare, but simply nodded, heading for the door without a word. Patrick followed him a second later.
~~
Gabe felt a well-known scent along with William’s, and he had barely the time to stand before the door opened.
William entered with a serious expression, immediately followed by Patrick.
Gabe hissed like a cat, his eyes going from his usual deep dark brown to the color of ice in a second, his fangs clearly showing and short but sharp claws growing from his nails. “Get him out.”
“It’s okay, he’s not gonna hurt you.” William was a little shocked by Gabe’s reaction, and approached slowly.
“He’s Patrick fuckin’ werewolf Stump.” Gabe glared at the man, keeping his back against the wall, but ready to attack at the first sigh of danger. “He’ll kill me as soon as I take a step.”
“He won’t.” William reached the vampire with the key in his hand, but Gabe pushed his hand away. “Gabe, for fuck’s sake, just trust me.” William saw Patrick frown but ignored it, trying to unlock the chains.
“Why?”
“’Cause I’m trying to free you?” William sighed, rolling his eyes at the vampire. When Gabe didn’t reply the boy turned, shaking his head.
“I’ll wait upstairs.” Patrick’s frown didn’t disappear as he walked out without waiting for a reply.
“Happy now?” William asked, turning back to Gabe and unlocking the first chain. “He’s not gonna hurt you, he has no reason to.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gabe looked angry and William felt a weight on his chest. “You have no idea what Stump would do to me if he had the chance, he hates me more than anything else in the world.”
“He’s not gonna touch you.” William replied with a bitter tone. “We need you alive.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to deal with the fact that I’m leaving right the fuck now.” Gabe headed for the door and William followed him, confused.
“Gabe, wait.” The vampire stopped in the corridor but didn’t turn, letting William reach him. “Please, just…” William took a deep breath, coming to stand in front of him. “D’you trust me?”
Gabe looked at him in the eye, taking a deep breath. “If I said yes, what would that change?”
“Nothing’s gonna happen to you.” William replied, holding his gaze and trying to sound reasonable.
“As long as I help you? As long as I’m useful?” Gabe’s bitter tone hit William like a slap, and he looked away.
“As long as I’m breathing.” William muttered, turning and starting to walk in the corridor, trying to hide his emotions from Gabe.
Before he realized it, William found himself pinned against the corridor wall, staring right into Gabe’s now deep dark eyes. Their faces were just a few inches apart and William felt Gabe’s icy breath on his skin, while his cold hands moved slowly from William’s arms to his neck.
Without warning Gabe crashed their mouths together, eliciting a little gasp from William. The boy’s hands immediately went for his gun, but when he felt Gabe’s tongue licking his lower lip he relaxed, opening his mouth and giving in to the kiss.
Gabe’s cold fingers moved the turtleneck sweater neck down and stroked gently on the hidden bite, causing William to grip his hoodie tighter to repress a little moan. The kiss started out as angry and frantic, but when William started to respond it turned softer, slower. Sweet.
“I’ve wanted to do this for days.” Gabe whispered on William’s lips as they broke the kiss.
“Why now?” William still had his eyes closed.
“’Cause I might be just minutes from my second, definitive and horrible death.” Gabe showed a little grin, no trace of his previous bitterness. “And what a way to go.”
“You sure you’re not bipolar?” Gabe laughed at that, and his breath tickled William’s skin, sending shivers down his spine. “They won’t hurt you.”
“I really want to believe you.”
“Then believe me.”
Gabe leaned down and placed a kiss on the bite, then covered it again with the neck of the sweater, showing William a little smile. “I wish it was that easy.”
William didn’t reply immediately, fighting the urge to ask what he’d done to Patrick to make the werewolf hate him so much. He knew it wasn’t the right time for that kind of conversation, so he just bit on his slightly swollen lip. “It’s better if we go upstairs, they’re waiting.”
Patrick shook his head and watched them, the couple completely unaware of his presence on the top of the stairs. When Gabe nodded and stepped back, breaking the contact between their bodies, the werewolf silently headed for the library.
~~
A/N: So, I now I should have warned you that troubles were just at the beginning...I do it now. LOL And also, I should have warned about Gerard and Frank, but maybe it's better this way, you got the surprise. XD
So, uh...Gabe doesn't like Patrick and Patrick doesn't like Gabe. And yeah, it has something to do with the reason why Pete hates Gabe so much. No, I can't tell you what's the reason. XD
See you, hope you liked this. JM