The door felt heavy but its supposed to when you have high danger level vampires in a fucking room. Well, their both in cages. The only thing separating us all from each other is a cage wall up to the ceiling.

I heard one growl as I stepped in. Looking over to see a small figure in the shadows. From the looks I'd assume Peter.

"I'm not here to hurt you," I told calmly. A fist banged into the cage next to me causing me to jump.

"Then why are you!" The long black haired man spoke. He was about same height to me. Gerard.

"I'm just doing my job," I told.

"And what's that huh? Keeping us in here? What did we ever do!?" Gerard hissed.

"You've killed many people." I protested.

"I do what I have to to survive!" He growled. Taking note he only got here a few weeks ago and he looked thinner then the photos.

"By killing people?" I asked. Do not engage. Do not threaten. Ran threw my head multiple times. Something you are never to do with high danger level creators.

"I'm a vampire! The only thing that can hold me is blood! Human blood is the best for me. I don't take it without permission. I don't kill unless its necessary." He continued to growl.

"Trick made a antidote,,, then yoU TOOK HIM FROM ME," peter practically yelled beside me.

"How did he?" I asked. Don't ask about "trick". He started to growl.

"Everything was fine thEN YOU TOOK IT ALL AWAY!" Peter seemed insane.

"I- I didn't- you tried to take innocent lives." I tried to process.

"Innocent." He repeated, "innocent! You think those sick basters are innocent! They made me into what I am! You think I was born this monster! You think I wanted to let my friends and only family die!?!" He growled deeply. Putting his hand on the gate. Sharp black claws as finger nails, scratching on the gate. "Let me out and I'll show them what they deserve."

My head was spinning. Nothing felt right. Nothing is right. "We're no more a monster then you guys." Pete said turning around and walking back into the shadows. Omanis.

"Make sure you know who your working for. He's sick. All of you are." Gerard told. I turned to him.

"What did he do ?" I was hesitant to ask. Gerard slammed his fist against the gate.

"He killed my brother. Right in front of me. An innocent man. A human. He wasn't born like I was. I'm wicked he'd not." He growled.

"He-?" I couldn't get anything else out before he started messing with his shirt. "What are you-" he pulled the side of his shirt down. A burned in brand on his collar bone. At lest three inches all around.

"A punishment." He told. "For threatening him about Mikey." I studied the mark. He flipped the shirt back into place. Hiding it.

"Mikey ?" I questioned.

"My brother." He nearly spat. "Your boss is a sick man."

"Not even a man." Peter interrupted. Both of us turning to him. "He's the real monster. One day you'll see it too." Words couldn't have even been processed. Nothing about this made sense.

Suddenly the door opened. I nearly jumped turning to it. Both Gerard and Peter started getting aggressive. Peter stood quickly and Gerard started growling. Ronnie stepped in.

"Oh good, your okay," Ronnie spoke.

"Y-yeah," I found myself stuttering. Very unlike me.

"They got you a little shaken up?" He asked.

"N-no, no, I'm fine." I shook my head.

Ronnie turned to Gerard. Placing a finger to his lips as a 'shh' I can only assume. I saw a ring on Ronnie's index finger. A symbol on it. I've never noticed this. Gerard fell silent. Ronnie took a small smile at his work done in silencing the vampire. He flicked a paper to me. "Your list." He spoke. I hesitantly took it. Not reading it just yet. "I'll see you once your back. Knight." Ronnie told.

"Yes, sir." With that he turned and left.

"Killer," Gerard grumbled as the door fell closed. I turned to him.

"Where and when did it happen?" I asked.

"What?" He questioned.

"Your- brother.." I asked. Knowing its dangerous to engage in this type of conversion.

"December 14th. 2018. Back alley over by the blood shop." He told. I took note.

December 14th. Back alley. Blood shop.

"Thank you." I told before rushing off. Nothing else was said. After I got threw the door I look at the name. Gerard Way. So his name would have been Mikey Way right? Okay. I turned on my heals and walked back. To my 'office'. The list in my back pocket.

I shut the door immediately after I got in. Taking everything in. I pulled up a stickynote and a pen.
Writing.
December 14th back alley blood shop

Taking a much needed deep breath I walked over to my 'uniform'. Completely black and blue. Mainly black. A few blue spots. I put a clip in my hair to hold it back before looking down at the list. Name one.

Tyler Joseph

Name two.
Isabella Morris (Party Poison)

Name three.
Patrick Stump

I decided to look up the first name in my computer. Tyler Joseph. Doing a little more search I found his name, image, and 'power'. Taking a heavy sigh I read it over.

Tyler Joseph
December 1st 1989
Object manipulation
Family:
Joshua Dun (husband), Zach Joseph (brother), Jay Joseph (brother), Madison Joseph (sister),

There's no parents listed. That's all. I looked at his profile image. Short brown hair. Black hoodie and some weird thing on his neck that made it look completely black.

Shaking my head once, retaining the information I turned to the next person. Isabella Morris.

Isabella Morris "Party Poison"
July 6th 1999
"Spits" poison
Family:
Unknown

Now that's strange. Even for me. No known family? I looked at the image. She had bright red hair. A black hoodie and an annoyed expression. Teenagers.

Patrick Stump
April 27
Vampire & Angel
Family:
Joseph Trohman (friend), Andy Hurley (friend), Peter Wentz ("best friend" boy friend),

I looked at his image. A hat along with a small shaggy brown fringe. Sideburns. And glasses. He wasn't the thinnest out of them. Though that Tyler guy looked anorexic. Not to be rude. Patrick was in a jean jacket and a red shirt.

This will be quite the day.

If you look carefully you will see that both Pete and Patrick are in their A Little Less Sixteen Candles And A Little More "Touch Me" outfits. Also, hope this is interesting and not boring as fuck.