A quick explaination:
I know that I already have quite a lot of fanfics going and people are always like "Don't have too many because you might not finish some of them and it will be difficult to keep up with", but I'm just one of those people who gets an idea and can't let it go. Therefore I have come up with a system, I will start a load of them and then -depending on what kind of mood I'm in- I'll pick whatever one I feel like working on and write the next chapter.
I realise that this means the chapters will not be submited in a specific pattern, but I will update, I'm not the type of person who gives upon something. I'm stubborn and I sometimes don't know when to quit, which are actually two qualities that come in very handy when writing.
A/N: I'm back with the sequel, woo hoo!
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or HoN.
"Tweek? Kyle?" A familiar, monotone voice interrupted in a confused tone. We both turned in the direction of the voice to see someone, who -at one point- I thought we'd never see again... Craig Tucker.
He was stood quite far away from us, In the middle of the feild and to tell the truth I had never been so happy to see him. I didn't even have a chance to say anything though because before I could Tweek was up and closing the distance. However my face dropped when Tweek suddenly halted in front of him. Feeling completely confused I got up off the floor and followed Tweek, stopping to stand by the side of him "What's wrong?" Craig asked.
"Nngh I-I just... seeing you like this... I -gah- don't like it" Tweek admitted. Because of the fact that this was Craig's spirit, which had been seperated from his body he was kind of... see through like the ghosts. However he wasn't white, he still had his black hair, brown eyes, blue hat and every other colour that he used to have, but I could clearly see a street lamp in the distance that should've been hidden behind his head.
"Come here Tweek" the black haired spirit instructed, holding his arms out towards the blonde. Tweek took a few tentative steps forward so that he was standing right in front of Craig but not touching him "It's ok, I'm here." At those four words Tweek threw his arms around Craig's neck, kissing him hard on the lips, the charcoal haired boy seemed slightly surprised for a few seconds. Then he wrapped his arms around Tweek's waist and smiled against the kiss.
Why is it that people always forget I'm here and start making out in front of me? To be honest -as cute as it is- I don't want to see it.
When they -finally- broke the kiss, tears were streaming down Tweek's face "Hey, what are all the tears for?" Craig said softly, wiping a few of them away with his thumbs.
Tweek rested his head against the taller boy's chest "You're not cold -ack- like the other spirits, but you're not warm either, it's like you have no temperature whatsoever" the blonde mused, ignoring Craig's question. After a few moments of silence Tweek finally answered "I-I thought I'd lost you forever."
"Tweek" Craig replied. "You will never lose me, I just keep coming back" he smiled. "Like a cute, little kitten."
"You mean like an annoying rash" I smirked teasingly, he replied by flipping me off. It was good to see that everything was back to normal... kind of.
"Guys! They're down here!" Wendy called, suddenly coming into veiw as she sprinted towards us. "Oh my goddess! Is everyone alright? No one was hurt right? Because we can't lose anoth-" she froze mid sentence when she saw the black haired boy "Craig?" the spirit Craig responded with a grin and a nod. "Tweek you were ri- Oh my goddess you're a green vamp now?" Tweek responded exactly the same way Craig did but with more shaking. "Ok, so... Craig is alive... and a weird spirit type thing, Tweek is a green vamp, anything else I should kno-" her eyes widdened when she saw my face and I shot her a confused look. "Holy crap your mark is filled in!"
"Huh?" Tweek asked, abruptly turning away from Craig to stare at me. He let out a loud gasp "She's right! I can't believe I -nngh- didn't notice it before."
"Here" Wendy said, practically throwing her compact mirror at me. I lifted the mirror to my face and had to struggle not to drop it again. As well as having the intricate, green, swirling patterns, my once empty crescent moon outline was now completely filled in.
"Kyle you vain, vain fledgling" Kenny's voice teased from somewhere to the left of me. "Alright Craig?" he greeted casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be seeing the spirit of the fledgling, who died in mine and Tweek's arms stood in front of him.
"I've had better days to be honest Ken" Craig answered sarcastically.
"Hey fellas, hey Craig" Butters chimed in from the same direction as Kenny. "It sure is cold out" he commented as if we were all just meeting up for a camping trip and not stood in a feild at two o'clock in the morning with two ghosts. Wait a minute, where did the girl spirit go? Huh? That's weird, she was there a second ago. Oh well, I was way too busy staring at my adult vamp mark -eventhough I knew I was still a fledgling- in shock at that moment to worry too much about anything else.
"Hi Craig" Stan said, standing next to me. "Is Kyle popping zits or something?" he teased. I looked up for a few seconds to glare at him, but as soon as he saw my tattoo his expression instantly changed. "Whoa, so I'm dating an older guy now?"
I shoved him "It doesn't mean I'm older than you, retard! It just... well, I don't know what it means."
"Domestic abuse" Kenny commented.
We both elbowed him "Shut up Kenny" we chorused.
"Ok, so am I the only one here who wants an explaination?" Wendy questioned. "What's going on Craig? Why are you... whatever it is you are?"
Craig sighed "That thing... the black ball of smoke that was inside my body-"
"The orb of isolation" I interrupted.
"Yeah whatever he said" Craig continued. "It was supposed to separate my soul from my body."
"Yeah but you fought it" Wendy argued, looking confused. "It left your body."
"It was already too late" Craig pointed out. "So this is still me, but I'm trapped outside of my body" he clarified.
"Isn't there any way you could like... get it back again?" Stan asked.
"That's what I was going to talk to you guys about... I need your help" he admitted. "I need you to help me find my body so that I can get back inside it."
"What?" Tweek asked. "But that's impossible, it could be anywhere by now!"
"Yeah" I agreed. "Principal Victoria took it where all the other bodies go." I paused to give him a concerned look "Dude you could have been burried for all we know."
Stan shivered "We're not gonna have to dig you up are we? Because I have a very sensitive gag reflex and I don't think I could handle that."
Kenny nodded "Yeah I really don't want to see a rotting corpse any time soon... or smell one." Butters nudged Kenny with his elbow and scowled at him. "Why do people keep elbowing me?"
"Kenny" Butters scolded. "You're being insensitive, think of how Craig and Tweek feel."
"I'm sorry" Kenny mumbled, turning a bright shade of crimson, which is a rare thing for a vampire... and Kenny.
"You won't find a rotting corpse because I'm not dead" Craig huffed. "Look, I'll explain it to you another time. Right now I have to go."
"W-wait you're -gah- leaving again?" Tweek asked, looking up at the raven haired fledgling with sheer panic in his eyes. "But you only just came back, you can't leave again."
"I have to Tweek" Craig explained. "There's somewhere I need to be, I'll explain everything as soon as I'm back." Tweek still didn't look too convinced. Craig sighed and placed a see through hand on the side of Tweek's face, smoothing his thumb across the blonde's cheek soothingly. "I'll be back before you know it, I promise..."
"...yle, hellooo, earth to Kyle. Kyle?" Kenny's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Huh? What?" I questioned.
"Dude, you were day dreaming again" Kenny explained. "I wouldn't be surprised if your food was stone cold by now."
Me and Kenny were sat at our usual table in the lunch hall, waiting for the others to turn up, eventhough there was one person who we knew we'd be waiting for a lot longer. It had been three months since the day we saw Craig, it was december, our lessons had finished for winter -since I don't really celebrate Christmas- and we still hadn't seen any sign of him. Tweek was a bit lost at first, but now he's ok with it... and by ok I mean he's constantly checking for Craig's arrival and always looking around every corner for any sign of him.
"Gah!" Speak of the Devil... "Hey guys, have you-"
"No, we haven't seen any sign of Craig yet" Kenny sighed, knowing what Tweek was going to ask.
"T-that's not what I was going to say" the blonde frowned, taking a seat next to me.
"What was you going to say then?" Stan asked, joining the conversation as he sat down theother side of me.
"I was -ack- going to ask if any of you had seen the new kids yet" he explained.
"Why?" Kenny asked. "It's not like this school getting new fledglings is anything out of the ordinary."
"Because there's something odd about them" Tweek replied. "I don't like it."
"You don't like a lot of things Tweek" I reasoned.
"This is -nngh- different" the blonde argued. "You'll know when you see them."
As if on cue the luch hall doors suddenly burst open to reveal a group of unfamiliar fledglings and I understood what Tweek was talking about. They all had black hair, but with slight hints of other colours when the light hit it, as if the natural colour was trying to make it's way back to the surface. They were all dressed from head to toe in black clothes and -get this- they were all wearing sunglasses, indoors, in the middle of the night. Oh and they each had a stoic expression on their faces that easily beat Craig's by miles. They looked like a gang of thugs or something.
"Wow" Stan commented. "Creepy."
"What the hell is up with those shades?" Kenny asked. "It's pitch black outside! How in the hell of it do they know where they're going with those things on?"
"See what I -gah- mean?" Tweek questioned. "I can't help, but feel like something is wrong about them, I just don't know what it is."
"Their fashion sense obviously" Kenny replied to try and lighten the mood, but it didn't work. For some reason those fledglings really put me on edge, I just wanted to scream and sprint out of the room, but I managed to push those feelings aside because I didn't want to look like a complete freak in front of everyone.
"Hey fellas" Butters chirped, oblivious to the negative atmosphere that had surrounded us as he sat down next to Kenny and scooted closer to him. Yeah, much to the rest of us' discomfort, Kenny and Butters weren't afraid to show public displays of affection.
"Where's Wendy?" Stan asked.
"She's right there" Butters said, pointing behind him.
Wendy was stood behind Kenny and Butters, pacing on the spot and reciting something under her breath, almost as if she was trying to memorize lines from a play. "How long have you been there Wendy?" Kenny asked.
Wendy paused and looked up mometarily to say "A while" before going back to her pacing.
"Calm down Wendy" I instructed. "What are you so stressed about?"
She strolled over to our table and took a seat on the end next to Kenny, sighing and placing her head in her hands "I'm sorry, I'm just nervous about my parents coming here tomorrow."
"Why are your parents comming here?" I questioned.
"Dude it's parents evening tomorrow, don't you remember me telling you?" Kenny pointed out.
Parent's evening? Parents are visiting the school? MY parents are visiting THIS school?... Oh crap!