"It's obvious who he is--any vampire worth their salt could describe, from memory and in perfect detail, a Way, and Pete's worth much more than that--the famed Mikey Way, last remaining Way heir still in the family business, aside from the parents of course. And he's just sitting there, one small push away from taking a tumble into the river. Oh, it would be so easy, Pete thinks, to tap his shoulder, push him over, to rid the world of one more vampire hunter--and a famous one at that. But there's something there. Something woven into his skin, something burrowed deep beneath his bone and muscle, something that, hard as he tries, Pete can't seem to decipher, something so very strange, and strange is interesting." Yes, you read that right. This is another vampire/vampire hunter fic, because we all know the world needs more of those. The story cover might change