Yes, it's another Green Day vampire story. Featuring Fall Out Boy., chapter 6

Billie woke slowly. His head was pounding, and his whole body ached. He tried to move, but found himself tied up. He heard movement behind him, and the pressure on his wrists and ankles loosened. He leapt up, eyes darting to every corner of the shadow wreathed room. He heard a menacing laugh from behind him, sending shivers down his spine. He spun round, spotting movement in the shadows. "Who are you?! Come on, show yourself!" he shouted, unable to keep the note of terror out of his voice. The laugh came again, and from the shadows emerged a face Billie had only seen in his darkest nightmares...

"Michael Jackson?!" he said, surprised.

"That's what you humans know me as," Jackson purred. "But my people know me as Malcent."

"You're the vampire king?!"

"Yep, better believe it Hunter."

"What do you want with me?" Billie was genuinely scared now. He had spotted other vampires in the shadows, and he was in a weak position.

"Well, you're a Hunter, aren't you? A particularly deadly and notorious one at that. I felt I could find a use for you."

"WHAT?!"

"You will of course remember the court case I went through recently?"

"Yeah... what about it"

"It's not just little boys I'm after." Malcent laughed, along with the other vampires, and advanced on Billie.

Mike could hear his friends' screams from the corridor. Every noise cut through him like a knife. This was his fault, all his fault. Why did he hand his best friend over to a maniac vampire? He knew what was going to happen. Once Malcent had finished with Billie, he'd let the others have him. They hadn't fed in days, they would be hungry. Billie wouldn't stand a chance. Mike sighed heavily. If only he was still human. Vampires couldn't die. He shook his head and walked off. He couldn't take any more of this.

The golden werewolf raised her head, ears pricked. She wasn't alone. She sniffed the air. "Tre? Is that you?" she growled.

"Yes Ella, it's me. I need your help," he whined, stepping out of the shadows, his ginger fur limp.

"Why? What's happened?"

Mike rounded a corner. He couldn't hear anything now, but he still felt terrible. Suddenly someone slammed into him, knocking him to the floor. "DIE VAMPIRE BASTARD!" the figure screamed.

"PATRICK! WAIT!"

"What?"

"That's Mike!"

"Oh, sorry Mike," Patrick said, getting off him and looking embarrassed. Mike stood up.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" he asked.

"We-el, I was on the phone to Billie, and something happened. It sounded bad to we figured we'd better get over here. We knew this was a vampire stronghold, so we figured this was where he would be," explained Pete.

"Do you know where Billie is Mike?" Andy cut in, his eyes pleading, "We know he's in the building, but we don't know where."

"Yeah I know. But I'm not showing you."

"WHAT? Why?" cried Patrick angrily.

"Look guys. I'll be honest, Billie's as good as dead and if he's not already I pity him. There are hundreds of hungry vampires in the same room and they'd kill you guys if you went anywhere near. I already let this happen, I'm not letting you get killed too."

"What do you mean? You didn't have anything to do with this, did you?"

"Well, yeah. I didn't have a choice, I didn't want to, but they forced me. I'm a slave to this family, they have total power over me. I sound really pathetic don't I? But you don't know what it's like, the kind of things they can do to me if I refuse," he finished lamely.

"Okay, you've been an idiot, you had no choice. The best you can do now is help us save Billie," said Pete, putting his hand on Mike's shoulder.

"Or what's left of him," Mike muttered bitterly. Pete sighed.

"Come on Mike, we gotta try." He strode off down the corridor, the other 3 Hunters following him. Mike sighed and went after them. Someone had to look after those idiots.