Pete Wentz

Pete was on a late night walk which wasn’t a smart idea, and he knew it. He was too busy sulking. His jealousy fuck up yet another relationship. He picked petty fights because he didn’t know how to simply express his feelings so he made arguments to get his frustration out. He knew he fucked up and lost someone valuable to him.

While he was walking aimlessly he felt teeth sink into his neck. Everything started to hurt as the venom seeped into his sick. He felt the harsh sucking but he couldn’t bring himself to move. After minutes of being in a panic ensued stupor he managed to fight his way out of their grasp. He ran down the streets trying to keep himself steady. His vision started to blur and he darted to someone’s porch. He felt himself slipping as he laid down on the concrete. He curled into the fetal position feeling like he’d pass out any second.

It had been years since he’d been turned. He moved a few cites away because he couldn’t deal with the reminders of everything. His friends that knew of him being a vampire were dragging him back for a concert. They were in town the whole day and of course he ran into his last ex right before the concert. They didn’t seem to have changed, possibly gotten more gorgeous. He had more control over his emotions and had matured a lot since they last saw each other. At first he just eyed them from across the street but then they saw him. He waved not really knowing what else to do. They crossed the street towards Pete he couldn’t tell if he was going to get his ass beat or not. “Hey I’m sorry,” Pete murmured the moment they were in earshot.