I need more dreams and less life (fall out boy fanfic)

The dream

Character's ages:

Pete Wentz, 19;

Patrick Stump; 16;

Andy Hurly, 17;

Joe Troman, 18;

Gabe Saporta, 21;

William Beckett, 22;

Brendon Urie, 17;

Gerard Way, 19;

Mickey Way, 16;

Frank Iero, 16;

Ray Toro, 17;

"Help!" Patrick yelled, his voice echoing through the dark tunnel. His screams ignited every muscle in Pete's body; the vampire sprinted towards the voice.

"Beckett! Don't you fucking touch him" Pete shouted through ragged breathes. Pete would let the other vampire tear him to pieces as long as he could save Patrick. But he knew all too well that Beckett is not going to give Patrick up that easy, Beckett loves tearing Pete up by killing his loved ones. It's what the vampire loves doing, destroying everyone and everything. But Pete also knew that Patrick is his weakness, and as long as Patrick is his friend the more Beckett will try to kill him. Patrick is not safe around him!

"If you hurt him, I swear that I will fucking..." Pete's sentence was cut short by Beckett's mocking laugh.

The vampire stood before him, he was holding Patrick by his side: one arm wrapped around his chest and other his hand grasping Patrick's chin, forcing his head to the side, exposing his pale neck.

Beckett flashed his white fangs.

"So nice of you to join us" he said his voice a mixture of danger and amusement.

"Let him go!" Pete growled, he didn't want to waste time by replying with a smart-ass comments, he just need to save Patrick and get out of here!

"But what would be the fun in that?" The vampire asked, Beckett smiled licking his fangs, "Plus he smells so good..."

Beckett craned his neck, so that he almost had his face buried in the side of Patrick's neck. He sniffed the boy as Patrick trembled. Pete only just notices how much Patrick was shaking. The younger man squeezed his eyes shut, holding onto Beckett's arm and trying to pull it away from his chest, trying to free himself.

"No!" Pete shouted but as the words left his mouth Beckett sunk his pear fangs into the soft flesh of his neck. Patrick jerked violently trying to escape the cruel vampire's grip but his vision blurred and Patrick's cries for helps began to slur. Pete launched himself to the vampire, hands out stretched ready to tear Patrick from his grasp and cradle him in his arms till the boy was safe and nobody would hurt him again.

But as Pete lunged he began to feel sick. He tried to hold himself back, get a grip of his head. But the floor started swimming, swimming like the whole alley way was made off water and he could see the ripples in it. Then he saw black dots lining his vision. He fell to him knees. Hands grasping the sides of his head, Pete close his eyes.

Darkness.

Then Pete saw nothing but Darkness. Deep inside he still felt sick but he couldn't see Patrick any more or Beckett hurting him.

"Pete?" Patrick's voice rang in his ears but he couldn't see the sweet young man.

He tried to call back but his words got caught in his mouth. His throat was dry and ached.