Pete was a vampire. Patrick was a hunter. Patrick wanted Pete dead. Pete fell in love. Or Vampires do exist. They're needy psychopaths, who feed on blood and fear. They're dangerous. They're to be avoided at all costs. Pete Wentz is one of them. He might not look it, with sallow, golden skin, and eyes brimming with stolen life, but that's just it, isn't it? You just can't tell who's who, just by looking at them. Things are never that simple. Things are never as simple as just a one night stand with the cynic, filled to the fedora brim with hatred for everything- especially vampires. [[Completed]] WARNING: {Contains mentions of smut, depression, death, gore, violence and a fuhk ton of strong language.}

What happens when the person you love most is also your worst enemy?

Unhappy. Alone. Unwanted. Hated. An eighteen year old Pete Wentz tries to kill himself, finally giving up on life altogether. But is stopped by someone he hasn't seen since he was twelve years old.

Pete wanted anything and everything Dr. Stump had to offer, which he knew was more than just medical help.

"I like cops, I think they're cute."

Of all the days of the week, Pete is scheduled to get married on a Monday. But the weekend before the big day, he meets a man who makes him want to reconsider.

Pete always used to take pride in the fact that he could fake just about anything; orgasms, affection, and the like. But when it came to Patrick he found it rather difficult to play pretend.

Patrick was paranoid of anything supernatural and Joe didn't even believe in the supernatural, but they both agreed that Ouija boards are NOT to be played with.

A man of the law and a criminal, natural born enemies in the modern world. But one cannot exist without the other, in more ways than one.

Pete tells everyone he loves Patrick Patrick SHOWS everyone that he loves Pete