This is a story of Stan and Kyle; if you do not like South Park please don't read this; if you don't like Style please don't read this and no flames please. This is sort of like a Twilight South Park story but with a lot of twists and more demented. Its rated for violence; foul language and there maybe some attempted suicide; if this makes you uncomfortable I'm sorry; but if it makes you uncomfortable I will make a note a chapter before so you can skip that chapter and in the next I will recap what happened so you know but I promise you probably won't even Miss very much. I'd like to say I'm editing this because someone has told me I have copied some one else's work; which if I did I truly did it unintentionally; my intention was to write my OWN because sexy-sex-slave's story was pretty awesome and I wanted to write my own like hers. to sexy-sex-slave; honey I didn't intentionally use something like your plot; in fact I had no way to even copy and paste your plot or anyway to change your plot; when I wrote this chapter out on paper I was with my fiancé and we were on a road trip to New York therefore there was no intentional way of me copying your work.. I'd also like to say I don't appreciate being told my writing is terrible; it may not be the best but its not going to always be up to standard. I also apologize to my one reader; this chapter is being changed so I don't get anymore hate mail.
Kyle's view
I was dead; I knew I was dead the minute I left the house with Ike. My brother was upset about something; it was like I cared anyway; the two of us didn't exactly get along. Ike was more a pretty boy now and I was more of a punk rocker; he was more masculine then me; I had feminine features and I was much shorter then most seventeen year old boys. "Kyle?" Ike asks. "yes Ike?" I reply softly; looking up as the Snow started to fall. "I did something… I did something bad." Ike says once were out of eye sight of the house. "what did you do Ike?" I ask; looking at him; Ike never came to me with his problems; he hated me; made my life Hell; he made fun of me and beat me up a lot. We entered a clearing which was blanketed with snow; there's a hole in the ground a few feet from us. "I did something terrible Kyle." Ike says, we approach the hole and I peer over the small pile of snow in front of it only to see nothing but a thin layer of snow there. "Ike there isn't anything in there..." I say turning to him; not fast enough to stop his fist from colliding with my stomach; there wasn't any sort of muscle on my body to help me defend myself anyways so it wouldn't have even mattered. I doubled over; coughing and gasping for air. "Ike!" I gasp and then his fist is in my face; I had no idea what I did to make him so mad at me but I knew it had to be something important; Ike only did this normally to scare me; to make me think he was going to kill me; you would think I would learn by now but no 'worry' for my brother got the best of me and I went with him like every other time. "Ike stop!" I cried as I cupped my now bleeding nose; normally he didn't hit me in my face; this was new; something defiantly had made Ike mad. Ike stared at me hatefully and then he punched me in the stomach; much harder than the last time and I coughed up some blood; Ike pushed me and I stumbled back; off balanced as it was and I fell into the freshly dug grave. "I hope you rot there you Jack ass." Ike spat at me then he threw a layer of Snow over me; the Snow mixed with the blood spewing from my nose and my mouth. Ike left me there to drown in my own blood which was already bubbling up past my lips in thick waves; it tasted metallic; like vinegar and cherries; it made me want to throw up. I heard Ike running and it sounded like he was crying? Why did I care he pretty much just killed me; no he had killed me and I had let him. I had stupidly followed Ike and now I was dead well dying but what was the difference? I would be dead soon; no one would stumble upon me until I was already dead or to far gone to help. "Kyle Broflovski; do you want to live?" someone asks; I look around for the voice; seeing only a figure there; standing close enough for me to grab. "you have a choice; die here in this grave or come with me and live." The figure went on and I choked up more of my blood; the edges of my vision going black now; I didn't know what I wanted. I reach up and grab the ankle of the figure, yes I totally wanted to live; there is so much I still wanted to do. My eyes fluttered closed as the figure picked me up from the grave; how he would save me I didn't know or really care.
No one's view
Randy Marsh laid the unconscious ginger on the steel table; shackling the boys wrists and ankles to the table. He kept whatever pulse the boy had alive while setting Kyle's ribs; if he turned him before setting his bones Kyle would be turned with a rib lodged in his lung and he would have problems forever. Randy had been watching Kyle for six months now; waiting for the perfect time to steal the boy away; Randy knew he would be the perfect mate for his Son but unfortunately Kyle's troublesome brother had decided to kill Kyle and had almost succeeded if Randy had not shown up when he did. Randy's Son Stan had been very depressed since his girlfriend Wendy left him for another Vampire named Gregory; they flaunted around in front of him all of the time. Randy didn't plan on telling Stan that he had another test for him until the boy on the table was completely changed. Randy bent down over the boy; his fangs gently scraping the boys' throat; the boy smelled delicious; Randy released his venom into the boy and then gave the boy his blood. Randy set up a blood I.V. if the boy didn't receive continuous blood during his change then he would die during the night. He would know by tomorrow night what became of the little ginger.
Kyle's view: next night
I woke up with a sharp pounding in my head and it felt like someone was drilling holes in my mouth. I try to sit up but am pulled back down by the chains on my wrists; panic washes through me and I look around me; there's a blood bag hooked into me; the color from my face would have drained if there was any left; my wrists and ankles are tied to the table; that was fantastic. A white hot pain flashes through my chest and I scream and let my head fall back against the hard table; a resounding crack filling the empty air. A door opens and I turn my head to look at the person; automatically baring my…fangs? What the Hell! I don't have fangs; what the Hell is going on here? When I said save me I didn't mean make me into a monster. "Your not a monster; your just new to this way life is all." The man says; he pulls up a chair and sits by me. "how do you feel?" he adds on and I take a shuddering breath. "fine and dandy; how about you?" I snap in a high Pitch voice; oh that was new too; why did I sound like a girl? "well because you are a girl silly. In order for you not to be recognized among the living we had to change you; don't worry all your female reproductive organs work; although only your mate can get you pregnant so I guess that wouldn't matter would it?" he explains and I groan I didn't want to hear the sex talk and especially not form some weird man I had never met before. "oh where are my manners? My name is Randy Marsh. You'll be staying here with me and my family from now on." He says and I turn my face away from him; he looked like Ike with his dark hair and eyes. "none of us are like that monster; you won't ever have to worry about him." Randy says and I sigh. "could you please not read my mind? And when can I get out of here?" I ask and look back at him. "well that depends on you. Your not fully adjusted yet so probably tomorrow night." Randy says; standing up. 'where are you going?" I ask; panic flashing through me. "well if you have another day to go your going to need another blood bag until you can feed on your own." Randy says and then he's gone and I'm alone.
