The Phoenix

40 + (the End A/N)

"Seriously? How did the Dandies manage to beat us here?" Joe sighed, looking out the window and over at the huge crowd of Punks, Hoods, and now Dandies.

Patrick shook his head at that, "Is that really all that matters?"

"Well, no." The slightly younger male admitted, and added, "It's just really annoying because they weren't here like ten minutes ago and-"

"Joe" Pete interrupted and the mentioned stopped, "Sorry, anyways, let's go"

"Should we call Ryan first?" Patrick offered and the quartet thought it over for a second before Joe pulled his phone out and said, "Yeah, I'll do it, just-"

Only stopping talking midway through his sentence and halfway to clicking the number 5 (for Ryan's speed dial) when he was cut off by a scream.

"Holy shit, guys," Andy said, "that sounded human to me, anyone else?"

"Fuck, that was 100% human, no doubt about it." Pete gasped and quickly jumped out of the car.

The other three following closely behind him in suit, going slow in an attempt to not to attract any unnecessary attention to themselves.

Though that didn't work out so well when they were face to face with William Beckett himself.

And only moments later, the large group of Dandies joined him.

Which is actually when the fighting began and their undead leader disappeared.

Disappointing Pete, though he knew better than to dwell on it, for there are more vampires to kill and lives to save.

Which is exactly what he set out to do.

Vampire fight after vampire fight, the hunters continued.

Going on strong mostly against the Dandies, since the Hoods and Punks were busy going at each other, with the occasional stray.

Though the hunters were more than alright with that.

It was their job anyway.

And despite everything, they quite enjoy their job as they see the bloodsucking monsters fall to the ground in defeat.

Until they don't.

And the roles are reversed.

First to be attacked was Patrick.

There was a scream, it was shrill and high pitched, most definitely female.

Patrick being the guy he is, plus he wasn't a dick, went to go help them.

Attacking the vampire that seemed to be attacking the women, until he was on the floor dead.

"Oh, thank you Patrick" one of the girls all but swooned, getting very close to him and in his personal space.

The other three quickly joined in, making the mentioned start to feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, uh, it-it's no problem-" he stuttered, but then realized something, which was: the hunters weren't famous enough (correction: at all) for people to know who they were and surely he didn't know who these women were, so how do they know him, "wait, how do you know my name?" He asked and all four grinned.

Sharp teeth barring.

"oH FUCK" Patrick exclaimed, realizing what was going on, before trying to pull out his weapon.

Though he had no chance when he felt three different sets of canines digging into his neck.

Which caused him to quickly lose control of his body and fall to the floor in pain.