Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Andy Hurley x Reader - A Little Less Talking

Request: I have a request and a question. First off, could you do an Andy x reader, but themed around the "A Little Less Sixteen Candles..." MV?
Warnings: vampires, blood, violence
Word count: 5 008 (I'm not even sorry)

It was a beautiful, clear night, the stars were sparkling mysteriously against the fabric of the sky and the moon was shining brightly enough for your walking figure to cast a faint shadow on the ground. None the less you felt uncomfortable. Something about the night felt wrong, causing you to shiver. You felt watched, as if hundreds of eyes were following your every move, as if claws were scratching over the hard stone of the old street, as if muscles tensed, preparing creatures to shoot out of their hiding any moment now.

With a sigh of relief you reached the black car and quickly slid into the passenger seat. The man behind the steering wheel glanced at you with raised eyebrows. Soft, ginger locks fell into his eyes, a pair of fragile glasses rested on his nose, and a piercing below his lower lip reflected a beam of light from the street lamps.

"Anything," he asked expectantly, but your posture gave away that your trip to that shop had been unsuccessful.

"The guy wasn't even real," you scoffed, buckling in your belt, trying not to look at the man too long. Andy had been your friend for a long time, and together you had been through thick and thin, and now, right in the middle of the biggest vampire invasion America had ever seen, was hardly the right time to confess to him that your feelings for him reached far beyond simple friendship.

"But I thought-"

"He was fake, okay? I've seen fortune tellers and magicians before, and this dude is at best a wanna-be," you exclaimed, rubbing your eyes in annoyance, "he- he didn't even have any sage! I mean, come on!"

"Then we need to try the pharmacies again," Andy mumbled, turning on the motor of the car.

"Or Patrick can find something else to substitute the stuff," you suggested.

Andy nodded in agreement and pulled out into the street, but both of knew that a substitute would by far not have the same effect as the original ingredient.

Your eyes watched the bright moon that seemed to follow you on your way home while you thought back to the last weeks.

Patrick, Joe, Andy, and you had just come to a city, which had been overrun by vampires not too long ago. As hunters you had immediately gone to work, and it would have almost costed your neck. Going into a fight with too little information about your enemy was dangerous, as that night had proved to all of you. Had it not been for Pete, you might be vampires now too. He had saved you in the last second, what had surprised all of you enormously, considering he was a vampire himself. After his intervention he had been gone as quickly as he had appeared.

You, being the one with the best instinct for finding information, had started searching for him the next day, and eventually found the dark haired vampire in an old factory building. He had not expected you to find him, but seemed harmless, at least not aggressive towards you, and soon he told you his story.

He had been turned into a vampire by the leader of the Dandies gang, and was seeking revenge. Since the Dandies were the biggest vampire group in the city, you decided to work together, something all of you would profit from. Patrick had created a special drink for Pete, to slow down his not yet complete transformation, and to satisfy Pete's thirst for human blood. Now after several weeks your stocks of some of the rarer ingredients were running out, so you and Andy had tried to find some place to refill the stocks. Usually everything you needed was easily found by fortune tellers or magicians who had an at least decent understanding of Herbology, but it seemed that there was no such person in this town, only a guy who had not even known what thorn apple was.