Clyde sneezed as dust tickled the inside of his nose. "God damnit…" the brunette muttered, kicking small cardboard boxes out of the way in the darkness.

"CLYDE?! WHAT WAS THAT?!"

Clyde groaned, stomping deliberately on the attics wooden floor, hoping that some of the plaster from the celling fell down into his mother's face. "NOTHING MOM!" He yowled back, growling at the old boxes stacked and pooled together, each box holding a false label scrawled across the front of it. 'Why do I have to clear out this stupid fucking mess?' he thought grimly, shoving a pile of boxes out of the way with a satisfactory clatter of shattering plates. The fourteen year old brunette decided to get back at his parents by scrambling up the insides of one of the boxes. He tore it open, fingernails scratching at the heavy packing tape. A ripping sound echoed throughout the cramped attic. The teen quirked an eyebrow up at the dusty old tomes inside. Each of the weathered leather spines holding strange and foreign words scrawled across them. Clyde picked up a dark red one, about as thick as his forearm. He flipped through a few torn, yellowed pages. The words seemed all scrambled, twisted, and just outright unfriendly. Clyde reached for his back pocket, fishing out his phone. He tapped at the screen, pulling up Craig's text conversation.

'Hey dood. Found creepy book. Want to c?'

It took a few minutes until Craig replied.

'Sure. Where are we meeting?'

'Stark's. Tell every1'

'Fine.'

Clyde felt rather satisfied with the response, tucking the old book into the crook of his arm. "I'll see you later mom! The gang just called!" he yelled to his mother, sliding down the attic ladder and scampering down the stairs.

"CLYDE DONOVAN, YOU GET BACK HERE!" Clyde heard his mother yowl from her spot in the kitchen, he ignored it of course, slipping into his snow boots and deciding to finish cleaning later. The snow crunched softly under foot as Clyde jogged past several houses of varying shades. His ears perked at the sound of a shrill argument.

"Don't call me a fucking ginger, fatass!"

"AY! I AM NOT FAT YOU SNEAKY JEW!"

Clyde rolled his eyes, coming to a halt in front of the Broflovski house, four figures standing outside. Two in a natural heated argument, one watching in the background, and another laying face first in the snow. Clyde sighed, placing his hands in his brown pants, shrugging in his heavy red coat.

"What the hell are they arguing about now…" Clyde asked Stan, the boy with ebony hair turned to the brunette with matching disinterest on his face.

"Eh…The usual stuff." Stan replied, shrugging. His crystal blue eyes trailed over to Kyle and Cartman, a glare of bloody murder evident in pools of jade and chocolate.

"So…you guys want to seem something cool?" Clyde asked, arching an eyebrow to accentuate his dark brown gaze. A thread of haughtiness was woven through his voice, fantasizing being looked at with awe.

"It beats listening to this persistent nonsense." Stan replied with another shrug, striding over to Kyle. The ember haired boy was wearing his usual jeans paired with orange jacket. Green ushanka resting over untamable red curls. "Hey Kyle, Clyde and wants to show me something. Want to come?"

Angered green eyes flicked over to Stan, deflating just a bit at the prospect of leaving the stupid fight. "Yeah, okay," Kyle replied moving away from a furious brunette.

"GODDAMNIT KAHL! I'M NOT DONE! GET BACK HERE YOU ASSHOLE!" Cartman screeched, stomping after the pair of best friends.

"The fatass can come too...if he can keep his mouth shut." Clyde said jokingly to the trio, Kyle groaning in annoyance as a smirk splayed across a chubby face, before it contorted into a scowl.

"That'll happen, Clyde, you ASSHOLE!"

A muffled voice spoke up, making the group turn to see Kenny brushing snow off his parka, blue eyes demanding. "Mmm! M mmmmm mm mmm!"

Cartman rolled his eyes, "Obviously you can go Kinny."

Clyde huffed, at his patience limit. "Can we just go now?" The group nodded, a few 'yeahs' and 'okays' threading around the five of them.

"Oh! Just a second, I promised my mom that I would watch Ike if I went anywhere. Just a moment!" Kyle spoke up, zipping back into his house, returning with his younger ravenette brother. Ike firmly holding onto Kyle's hand as the older led the younger back to the group.

"Oh look! It's the Jew fag and faggot Junior!" Cartman teased, pointing a chubby finger with fake excitement in his voice.

"Shut the fuck up fatass!"

The group traveled in more or less silence, Clyde leading them down the streets to Stark's Pond. Three people already there and chatting amongst themselves. One blonde boy with hair sticking up in sharp points, hands wrapped around a rather disinterested looking males shoulders. Sharp blue eyes locking into Clyde's brown pools, Craig's arm shooting up to grab the brunette's attention. A dark skinned boy stopped talking, taking notice of where Craig was looking.

"Hey guys!" Token called out with a wide wave and an even wider smile. A loud bout of chatter erupted, the teens flooding into a sort of blob, talking about boring school work and stupid teachers. Clyde pulled out the red leather bound book, clearing his throat and preparing to gather their attention, until an innocent blond stole his spotlight.

"Sorry I'm late fellers!" A sweet southern accent pulled Clyde's attention away from his book, glaring as Butters hopped over to the huddle. The other boys surround him and began yammering on about punctuality, and a crazy new scheme that might actually work this time around.

Clyde cleared his throat again, intentionally making it louder than necessary, gaining a pleased smile as attention turned to him. "I've gathered you all here because I found a really cool book in my attic-"

"Hah! NERD!" Cartman sneered, at least two angered glares shooting back at the chubby fourteen year old. Kyle thwacked the back of the chubby boy's head, hushing him sternly. "FUCKING HELL KAHL, THAT HURT!" Another smack to the back of the head made the brunette subside with angered murmers.

"AS I WAS SAYING, this book is really old, based on the pictures it looks like some sort of ancient spell craft."

"Okay. Say one." Craig piped up with his us ual deadpan expression, Tweek exclaiming in worry, gripping tighter to the raven's shoulders.

"B-but what if we all get killed! Gah!"

Clyde forget to care too much about the worries of the twitching blond, flipping to a kickass looking page. He skimmed over the words, mouthing them to himself before drawing in a breath. "Noctu monstra dico me magum sæculi. Sume libros istus animarum immutant. Da virtutis det illis vitam. Facere noctu monstra."

The group of ten people waited expectantly, only met with sounds of cicadas and a soft breeze. Cartman folded his arms over his chest, unimpressed. Stan looked around expectantly, only seeing the normal South Park scenery. Ike exclaimed something to himself, a muffled sigh marking the slumping of Kenny.

"Mmmmm mmmm. Mmm mmmmmmm mm mmmmmmmmm..." the blond sighed, turning softly to move away.

Of course, according to the laws of fate, the spell took its toll at that very moment. Screams errupted from the group, cries as their bodies shifted within writing skin. Claws, teeth, the works sprouting to form new bones, new eyes.

New needs.

New bodies.

New cravings.

New lust.