Yes, it's another Green Day vampire story. Featuring Fall Out Boy., chapter 1
"Adie! I'm going out, I'll be back soon" Billie yelled.
"Oh, do you have to?" Adie moaned. "I thought we could spend some time together tonight."
"I wont be gone long, I just wanna get out in the fresh air for a bit."
"Fine" she sighed "just don't get drunk again."
"I'm going for a walk woman! God, don't you trust me at all?" he marched out of the door, slamming it behind him. He hadn't been drunk when he got back last time, but Adie could never know what had really happened. Just like all the other times he left. She wouldn't let him leave the house if she knew, she'd be too scared for his safety. Billie pushed open the garage door and entered. He ducked behind a stack of boxes and other junk, entering a hidden room. It was a Hunter's paradise. Everything he needed. Wooden stakes, holy water, crucifixes, silver bullets, swords, and of course, several cloves of garlic. He grabbed a few things and headed out into the night. Adie would be terrified if she knew he was doing this, heck, she'd be terrified if she knew the monsters he hunted existed. He usually went out every week, twice if there was a full moon.
He'd been doing this since he was a teenage boy, fresh out of high school. Some guy had come to the door while his parents were out. Billie had tried to close the door on him, but the man had insisted on talking to him. He'd told Billie that he had been watched since he was a baby, and the time was right for him to fulfill his destiny. The man had started training Billie as a Hunter, teaching him everything he knew. Now, Billie stalked the streets alone, but he was even more dangerous. He was well known by the dark monsters that walked the night in this town. Most nights he made a kill, on a good night maybe 3 or 4. Obviously, he did the whole band thing to make a living, but this was what he lived for, really. He wore all black, including a bulky leather jacket, perfect for hiding weapons. And not being spotted in the dark of course.
An hour later, Billie was ready to call it a night. He hadn't seen anything, or anyone, nada. Obviously it was a quiet night. He was just about to turn back when a loud, piercing howl cut through the night. Billie froze, listening. It was answered by another howl, and another, until the night echoed with the sound. A cold shiver went down Billie's back, those howls were close by. He heard a growl behind him and spun round. A huge, golden- furred wolf was advancing on him, slowly. All around him, dark shapes emerged from the shadows. He looked up to see a full, round moon gleaming down from above. Damn! How could he forget? He needed to concentrate. The werewolf tensed and leapt for him. He ducked just in time to send the monster sailing over his head. It skidded to a halt and snarled to its packmates. Two other wolves, a black one whose mane flopped over its eye, and a smaller, spiky furred one. The smaller one whined excitedly, its eyes gleaming. It growled and leapt at him. He whipped out the gun hidden in his jacket and fired, hitting it in the leg. It howled in pain and hit the ground running, yelping as it disappeared into the night. The other werewolves followed it, snarling and barking. Billie slumped, breathing a sigh of relief. He should have been more careful, but it was over now. Werewolves were pack animals, if one of their number was injured and ran, they would follow. That's what made them easier than vampires to deal with. True vampires hunted in packs, but didn't really have the same pack mentality as werewolves. Plus, vampires killed for fun. That's why he hated them, they didn't need to kill as often as they did, but they enjoyed it. Billie slowly walked home, hid his weapons and was asleep almost before he hit the mattress.
Next day he had band practice. He was tired from the night before, but he couldn't let the guys down. They were meeting at Tre's house today, so he grabbed his guitar and drove over. At Tre's house, he let himself in, like always. "Tre," he called "you here?"
"Yeah, down in the basement." Tre shouted back. Billie headed down the stairs to see Mike and Tre slumped on the couch drinking beer. "Hey Bill, you finally showed." said Mike, but Billie wasn't listening. "Um, Tre?"
"Yes Billie?"
"What happened to your leg?"
"Oh, do you have to?" Adie moaned. "I thought we could spend some time together tonight."
"I wont be gone long, I just wanna get out in the fresh air for a bit."
"Fine" she sighed "just don't get drunk again."
"I'm going for a walk woman! God, don't you trust me at all?" he marched out of the door, slamming it behind him. He hadn't been drunk when he got back last time, but Adie could never know what had really happened. Just like all the other times he left. She wouldn't let him leave the house if she knew, she'd be too scared for his safety. Billie pushed open the garage door and entered. He ducked behind a stack of boxes and other junk, entering a hidden room. It was a Hunter's paradise. Everything he needed. Wooden stakes, holy water, crucifixes, silver bullets, swords, and of course, several cloves of garlic. He grabbed a few things and headed out into the night. Adie would be terrified if she knew he was doing this, heck, she'd be terrified if she knew the monsters he hunted existed. He usually went out every week, twice if there was a full moon.
He'd been doing this since he was a teenage boy, fresh out of high school. Some guy had come to the door while his parents were out. Billie had tried to close the door on him, but the man had insisted on talking to him. He'd told Billie that he had been watched since he was a baby, and the time was right for him to fulfill his destiny. The man had started training Billie as a Hunter, teaching him everything he knew. Now, Billie stalked the streets alone, but he was even more dangerous. He was well known by the dark monsters that walked the night in this town. Most nights he made a kill, on a good night maybe 3 or 4. Obviously, he did the whole band thing to make a living, but this was what he lived for, really. He wore all black, including a bulky leather jacket, perfect for hiding weapons. And not being spotted in the dark of course.
An hour later, Billie was ready to call it a night. He hadn't seen anything, or anyone, nada. Obviously it was a quiet night. He was just about to turn back when a loud, piercing howl cut through the night. Billie froze, listening. It was answered by another howl, and another, until the night echoed with the sound. A cold shiver went down Billie's back, those howls were close by. He heard a growl behind him and spun round. A huge, golden- furred wolf was advancing on him, slowly. All around him, dark shapes emerged from the shadows. He looked up to see a full, round moon gleaming down from above. Damn! How could he forget? He needed to concentrate. The werewolf tensed and leapt for him. He ducked just in time to send the monster sailing over his head. It skidded to a halt and snarled to its packmates. Two other wolves, a black one whose mane flopped over its eye, and a smaller, spiky furred one. The smaller one whined excitedly, its eyes gleaming. It growled and leapt at him. He whipped out the gun hidden in his jacket and fired, hitting it in the leg. It howled in pain and hit the ground running, yelping as it disappeared into the night. The other werewolves followed it, snarling and barking. Billie slumped, breathing a sigh of relief. He should have been more careful, but it was over now. Werewolves were pack animals, if one of their number was injured and ran, they would follow. That's what made them easier than vampires to deal with. True vampires hunted in packs, but didn't really have the same pack mentality as werewolves. Plus, vampires killed for fun. That's why he hated them, they didn't need to kill as often as they did, but they enjoyed it. Billie slowly walked home, hid his weapons and was asleep almost before he hit the mattress.
Next day he had band practice. He was tired from the night before, but he couldn't let the guys down. They were meeting at Tre's house today, so he grabbed his guitar and drove over. At Tre's house, he let himself in, like always. "Tre," he called "you here?"
"Yeah, down in the basement." Tre shouted back. Billie headed down the stairs to see Mike and Tre slumped on the couch drinking beer. "Hey Bill, you finally showed." said Mike, but Billie wasn't listening. "Um, Tre?"
"Yes Billie?"
"What happened to your leg?"
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