This is the first Fan-fiction I have ever posted. I would enjoy tips to improve my writing, so you can 'be nice,' but not the mushy nice where there is 'absolutely nothing I could improve.' I'm serious, I will beat you with a rolled up newspaper if you do that. Just kidding! Don't be mean either though. I am incredibly unmotivated. Soooo, ENJOY MY AMATEUR LITERATURE THAT I CAN'T ACTUALLY PUBLISH BECAUSE OF COPY WRITE LAWS YAY! That reminds me... I don't own South Park or it's characters, obviously, otherwise I wouldn't really be writing fan-fiction about them.
Dressed up in my favorite garb, Invader Zim T-shirt, fishnet arm-warmers, black cargo jeans and my clunky combat boots. I had on black eyeliner and dark green eye shadow and lipstick tinted purple. I know I looked badass, but I was still nervous to go to a new school. I left my house and walked there. My parents lived pretty close to it and we passed it in the car when we moved here, so I already knew where it was.
I entered the building and got my class schedule, the office was in front of the entrance to the right, so I didn't get lost. I looked at the schedule. English was first, then science, then, there was a ten-minute break. After that, there was math, history, art and PE. Ugh, PE. I hated PE back in my old school. We had to wear ugly PE clothes and do stupid games the school made up since we couldn't actually play fun sports like dodge ball because people got hurt too often and they wanted to be pussies. What happened to 'no pain, no gain?'
I went to my first class. English. The teacher took the time to introduce me to the class. "Now class, this is our new student, Midnight, so let's give her all a warm welcome!" I gave a small wave to the class, who eyed me curiously. Then I took an empty seat in the back, next to a kid in an orange parka, who introduced himself as Kenny in a voice muffled by the coat covering his mouth. "Nice to meet you, Kenny." I had replied before the teacher began teaching us English.
The next class was science; one of my more favored subjects and the teacher didn't bother to introduce me, which was nice. However, he was teaching some thing I already learned back in my old school, so I decided to doodle stuff on paper. When I got bored and looked around at my classmates, looking for potential friends. One was a boy with longish, black hair that was dyed green at the back. I had dyed my hair green once, but I had to bleach it and it didn't turn out too well, so I went back to black, my natural hair color.
The guy was kind of cute too. He dressed like a goth. I like the goth culture, which is one of the reasons why I dressed as a goth. I looked at him, taking in his features, wondering if we'd get along. He noticed me looking and gave me a smile. He had vampire fangs. They weren't real, obviously, cause vampire fangs aren't actually noticeable most of the time and he looked too healthy to be a vampire. Why do I know this? Well, I'm actually a born vampire and both of my parents are vampires too. And I didn't usually get along with vampire poseurs. It's annoying hearing them brag about being vampires or even worse, psi-vamps. Because psi-vamps don't exist. Duh.
But even so, I returned his smile with a small smile of my own and a wink because maybe it was just a fad and he just thought vampires were cool and wants to play Halloween every day, like me. When I turned back to my doodle-paper I caught a glimpse of his smirk, since winking is flirting. Flirting comes naturally to vampires, it's kind of a hunting skill and it's easier 'cause most vampires are pretty sexy.
When the bell rang, it was time for the ten-minute break so I snuck out the back door and lit up a cigarette. I closed my eyes and inhaled the smoke and sighed it out and sank to the ground to sit down. "Who are you?" A voice asked, making me jump and drop my cigarette on my leg. "Ouch!" I yelped, grabbing the cigarette before it left a painful blister on my leg, it already burnt a hole in my pants. "You guys startled me." I accused. "Obviously." A boy with curly hair said. "You must be new here." A boy with red dyed sloppily in his hair said. "Yeah, I am, moved here the day before yesterday, I'm Midnight." I said. "You're name is actually Midnight?" A heavy looking goth-girl asked. "Yeah, Midnight Graves." I said. "That's a pretty cool name, I'm Pete." The youngest goth boy said. "I'm Henrietta." The Goth girl said. "I'm Michael" The curly haired goth boy said. "I'm Evan." The boy with sloppily dyed red hair said. "Nice to meet you guys. So, what are you guys doing back here?" I asked. "We just sit back here and smoke. School is for conformists." Henrietta said. "Conformists? Isn't every one a conformist in a sense?" I asked. "Not us, we're the only Goths here in South Park." Michael said. "I just saw a Goth boy in my science class, he had green dyed in his hair." I said. "You mean Mike? He's not a Goth, he's one of the Vampire kids. He's a poseur." Evan said. "Is that why he was wearing vampire fangs? He thinks he's a vampire?" I asked. "Yeah, but he's not really a vampire. Vampires don't exist." Pete said. "Well, I wouldn't say they don't exist. You don't know what lurks in the darkest shadow." I said, giving them one of my creepy 'vampire smiles.'
Michael suppressed a shudder, "You sound pretty dark, even for a goth." I chuckled, "You could say that. I like to tell people I am more informed." I replied. "You're pretty cool, we should hang out." Henrietta said. "Alright, but not at my house. My parents are painting the walls and it's messy and stinky with paint." I said. "We could just hang out at that restraunt nearby." Evan said. "Yeah, let's ditch this place." Pete said. "I can't right now, I got to go to school and be good for a while, so my parents don't notice later." I said. They all gave me a puzzled look. "Why do you even care what your parents think?" Henrietta said. "You'll meet them some time. You'll understand." I said.
The bell rang and I gave them a wave before I left them to their puzzlement. I was late to class, but since I was the new kid, I was let off the hook. But it was still math class, so it still sucked. It was also stuff my old school went over, so I didn't pay attention. I looked at my schedule again. Lunch was after my next class.
History. I really hated history because the people back in that time were so obnoxious, but I tried to pay attention, to see where the vampires fit in, since my parents were vampires, which means that they are old. I'm pretty sure Benjamin Franklin was a vampire, it would explain why he survived the 'lets fly a kite in a thunderstorm with a key attached to it' ordeal. If he were human he wouldn't have survived-Myth Busters proved it! However, if he were a vampire, he would be more likely to survive, though he probably shaved a few years off of his life.
I went to the cafeteria. The 'Vampire Kid' I saw earlier saw me and waved me over to where he sat. Several people dressed in the same style as him sat around him. "Hey, want to sit with us, per se?" He asked. "Uh, sure thanks." I said, sitting next to him. "I'm Mike." He said, offering his hand. I shook it, wondering if he'd feel startled at how my hands are icy cold. His hand was much warmer than mine and it was nice (because despite what you think, not all vampires like the cold). "These are my friends, per se." He said, gesturing to the gothly group around them. As they introduced themselves, I noticed they also had fake vampire fangs. When they all finished their introductions, I decided to show off my fangs. Vampires have larger and sharper fangs than humans, but not noticeably because over time they shrank, since we don't bite human that often anymore (mostly because of diseases and paranoid people). I gave them a wide smile, flashing my real fangs at them and watched their eyes widen as they took note of them. "Nice to meet you guys." I said.
"So I heard you guys are referred to as 'The Vampire Kids,' why is that?" I ask playfully. "Isn't it obvious? We're vampires." Mike said. "Yeah, but I'm a psi-vamp, so I don't drink a lot of blood." A girl said. "I'm a sanguinary vampire." A boy said cheerfully. A couple people said what kind of vampires they were after. Mike was, supposedly a sanguinary vampire. "Vampires huh, you wouldn't happen to have blood to drink?" I asked. "Yeah, right here." A kid said, bringing out a glass of Clamato juice. "Isn't that cranberry tomato juice? Ew." I said, fishing my lunch out of my book bag.
I looked. I pulled out a sandwich, which had some red stains on the bread. I smiled, usually, I pack my own lunch, but my parents did it today and they packed me one of my favorite sandwiches. Rare steak sandwich… well, it was kind of raw steak sandwich. "What is that?" Mike asked. "Rare steak sandwich." I said, taking a huge bite of bloody steak. "Uh, it looks kind of raw." He said. "Well, that's no biggie, you're a vampire. Besides, it's delicious, try a bite!" I said, offering him my sandwich that oozed blood and stained the bread a sticky red color. "Uhh, no thanks." He said, looking a little weirded out. "Come on, it's got lots of blood. You don't want to be a malnourished vampire do you?" I asked. He glanced at his vampire friends, a few trying not to look disgusted, a few others looking as if a rare steak sandwich sounded awesome.
"I guess one bite wont hurt. He said. I smiled and tried not to laugh as he took a bite. My parents buy from a certain butcher, who also gives us blood if the blood banks are low on human blood. But this certain Butcher gives us certain steaks, packed in about four times more blood than normal steak. THAT is the exact reason why blood has completely soaked the rare(raw) steak sandwich. If a human ate that entire sandwich they'd probably get sick, since it only takes a pint of blood to make a human sick.
Mike chewed on it, looking a bit sick himself, but managed to eat it. The texture of raw things some times makes people nauseous. "It's not that bad, I prefer drinking blood from a container, it's not as chewy." He said after swallowing the bite of sandwich. "Oh, I have some blood in a thermos, if you want, but it actually might be a little cold right now…" I said. "Oh, I'll be ok. I wasn't planning on drinking blood at lunch today." He said quickly, not wanting to take a chance. I took a glimpse at his friends, who gave me weird looks as I finished my sandwich. But otherwise, Mike tried to brush off the 'incident' and still chatted with me.
I pulled out some cookies and offered him one. He hesitated before saying, "No thanks." I had to suppress my smile. I enjoyed being a vampire some times. I enjoyed being a vampire almost all the time.
The bell rang and I had to go to Art class. I gave Mike a wave and a smile before I left. He was really nice, he was just misinformed about vampires, but then again, all humans are misinformed.
You would think that an artist would enjoy art class, but no. Not when they try to change your art style and tell you what to make. They also don't grade by quality of art, you just get good grades by doing every thing they want you to, even if it looks like some one didn't wipe their ass and decided to rub it on a canvas. I hated art.
PE wasn't that bad. Well, PE is never really that bad when you're a vampire, it's just boring when you're naturally stronger, faster and more agile than every one. They made me do all the exercises even though I didn't have PE clothes, which was kind of mean, in my opinion, even though I wouldn't sweat just by pacing with the humans. Not even smoking ruins my endurance.
I found the goth kids at waiting for me at the entrance of the school. "We saw you hanging with the vamp kids at lunch." Michael said. "Yeah, what was in that sandwich you ate? Mike looked like he wanted to puke." Pete said. I chuckled. "Secret recipe handed down from my dads side of the family. It's kind of an acquired taste." I said. "Must be, all the vamp kids looked a little grossed out." Evan said. "Yeah. So where's this restraunt you were talking about earlier?" I asked.
We went into this ihop nearby and they all ordered coffee. I did too, but I could help but get pancakes when I noticed there was strawberry syrup. I love strawberry syrup. I put a few creams and several packs of sugar into my coffee. "What are you doing?" Michael asked cynically. "I am gorging myself because there's a fat kid in my brain telling me to." I said. "You just put sugar and cream in your coffee and ordered pancakes?" Henrietta pointed out. "Yeah, so?" I asked. "Goths drink coffee black and slowly so it's as dark and cold as their souls." Michael said. "Goths? Is this that conformist thing you were talking about earlier?" I asked. "That is exactly what we're talking about." Evan said. "You know, the trick about not being a conformist is to not do the things people surrounding you do." I said, stuffing strawberry syrup covered pancake in my mouth. "Yeah, that's why we drink coffee that way." Pete said. "You're not seeing the flaw here. You said we. 'We' means more than one. More than one person is drinking their coffee cold and black, and that is conforming to your little clique, you see?" I said.
They all looked at each other in thought. "Oh god, she's right!" Henrietta said. "What do we do?" Pete asked, panicked. "I'll tell you what you do. You do exactly what you want. Because no one knows exactly what you want, so it's impossible to want the exact same thing." I said, cutting my pancakes and stuffing another chunk into my mouth. They all thought to themselves. "All right, I'll help you out here." I said, giving each of them a menu. "Each of you order some food you want, I'll pay for it." They took the menu, skeptical. They all opened the menus and took a look.
"This hot fudge sundae looks good." Pete said. "Hey, I wanted to order that!" Henrietta argued. "That's ok guys. Think about it, there's seven billion people in the world, there's going to be quite a bit of people who have similarities. The main idea is to be your own person. For instance, two people like cookies, but they can prefer two different cookies. They also happen to buy the same cookies at a restraunt, because they can agree on the same kind of cookie if the one they prefer isn't there. Get it?" I ask. "Yeah, I think so." Henrietta said. The others nodded in agreement. So they all ended up getting food, both Pete and Henrietta got a hot fudge sundae, Evan got some bacon, eggs and a side of pancakes and Michael got country fried chicken. All were good choices and it almost made me want to order more food.
I didn't cover this earlier, but yes, vampires eat human food. We survive on blood, but we can eat too, it also fills us up more so that we wont want more blood because our stomach is already full. Besides, food is delicious, why would any sane person not want to eat?
After a couple hours of eating and chatting with my new goth friends, it started getting dark. "I should probably go, it's getting dark." I said. "Yeah, all that food made me tired." Pete said. I smiled knowingly. I am very familiar with 'food comas.' "Well, I guess I'll see you guys later. Oh, and here's my number…" I said, quickly fishing out a paper and pencil and scribbling my cell phone number on it. "Later, it was interesting hanging out with you, Midnight." Evan said. "I agree, you're pretty cool. We should hang out again." Michael said. "Well, that's why I gave you guys my number. But I gotta go before it get too dark. See ya!" I said. "Later." They said good-bye.
I got back to my newly painted home. The living room walls were blood red. "Welcome home, how was your first day of school?" My dad asked. He was wearing some paint-smeared black overalls and looked rather silly in them. He also managed to get paint in his dark hair. "School itself was boring, most of the stuff they're teaching is the stuff we already went over in my old school." I said. "Well, then it should be no problem for you if you're ahead of them, did you make any friends?" He asked. "Well, I wouldn't called them friends just yet, however I did meet quite a few people that have potential to be my friends in the near future." I said. "Ah, you choose your friends wisely then. You're mom is making dinner right now, but it'll be done soon." He said. "Ok, but I was just at ihop with some of my potential friends, but I think I could stuff some more food in my belly." I joked. He smiled, "You have my appetite." He remarked. "Well, not quite, you eat like a fat guy." I pointed out. He laughed.
"Dinner!" My mom yelled. We hurried to the dinner table. It was vegetable soup. (I'll bet you were expecting some thing all bloody huh?) It was delicious too, especially washed down with a glass of blood and strawberry juice, but then again any thing tastes better when you wash it down with blood.
"So tell me about these potential friends." My dad said. "Well, four of them are really into the goth subculture, so much that they're kind of weird about it. I'm teaching them to not take it too seriously. The other one is interesting, he thinks he's a vampire and him and his group of vampire followers refer to Clamato juice as blood." I said.
My parents glanced at each other, concerned. "You're not going to do that thing you did to the last 'vampire' are you?" My mom asked. She was referring to the time some girl told me she was a psi vamp and I told her psi vamps didn't exist and chased her around, threatening to drink her blood. I thought it was funny. "Midnight, you need to take this seriously. If people catch on, we have to move again." My dad said sternly. I pouted. "People don't even think vampires exist anymore, I don't see why it's a big deal. We just tell them we have weird appetites." I said. "A lot of humans could notice more than our weird appetites, and then they'll think, how many coincidences could there really be?" He said. "This isn't the 1800's anymore, people can't just stick stakes in us and set us on fire anymore." I argued. "It's illegal to do that, but people can do that or they'll find another way to make us go away." He said. I sighed, "Fine, but you know how I feel about poseurs." I huffed. "You're just going to have to put it past you." He said. I pouted more.
After dinner I went to my room and thought about my day and lit up a cigarette. I also thought about the vamp kids in particular. I wasn't sure how I was going to put their little 'trend' past me. But Mike was a nice guy, maybe I wouldn't mind as much if he was actually a really cool person and the vampire thing was just a fad because they thought vampires were awesome. I sighed and smooshed out my cigarette in my ashtray and went to bed. I'd deal with all this stuff over time.