!Warning! This will contain yaoi (boy x boy) so please do not read if you are immature.
Ok, a few things to clear up. This is AU (Alternate Universe), Gregory is an old vampire, Christophe is a monster hunter, Clyde is part ogre, Kenny is the host to the Dark Lord Cathulhu and has been reborn for thousands of years, and Kyle is the victim of mistaken identity.
This was done as an rp on Gaia.
Average Fanatic played as Gregory & Kyle & Clyde
Funkychik played as Christophe & Kenny & Stan
South Park belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker~
Gregory Yardale was once a normal young man in Londan, England but that was a long time ago. His normal life ended when he was attacked and bitten by a strange man who wanted an assistant and thought Gregory was the perfect choice. The young blonde did not mind being a vampire one bit, he got to live forever, look even better than before, and could kill those disgusting French people oh so easily. Just before he was turned into a vampire, the French and British were at war. Gregory was ready to join the army, to destroy those disgusting frogs but he never got the chance. No matter, this should be fine, at least he didn't have to meet those horrible women his parents kept pestering him with. Well… things didn't go the way he thought. He could take orders but every single day got tiring so… the young Brit pushed the mans coffin into the middle of the forest as he slept and made sure it was in the sunlight before opening it from a safe place in the shade. He watched the man who turned him burn and become nothing but ash. The only downfall was that he had to stay in the shade until it became cloudy but it was worth it.
From then on he roamed England and killed off any French people he had seen because they just annoyed him… With their coffee, food, and that accent. Oh how he loathed that accent. Many years had passed, a decade, a millennium, and before he knew it it was already 2009. He had learned much over the years. Met other vampires and other mythical creatures that did not only exist in story books but he had also met vampire hunters which were easy to deal with but they were a headache… especially one in particular. Christophe something or other.
Christophe Ze Mole DeLarne was just your average monster hunter born in Paris, France. On his fifteenth birthday he took over the title as a monster hunter from his mother, the woman really needed to be taken out of the picture. She was so inefficient and never could go through with half the jobs. The job was simple, kill the monsters and mythical creatures that threatened to expose their own existence along with the ones that were being bothersome to the humans. It was an easy job, though the monsters didn't see things like that. They seen Christophe as a murderer and a killer, oh well it's not like he's their boss. By age sixteen the Frenchman was the greatest at what he did, though he did run into someone who made everything nothing but hell. Gregory Yardale. This was all God's fault that he had to run into the worst of the worst in monsters, a British man. Oh he was also a vampire, but he only noted that after the whole British thing.
Gregory didn't care enough to learn Christophe's last name but this man irritated him. He was French. Gregory had never gotten over his hatred of them even though most others have. This man was just disgusting. He was dirty, smelled like sweat and smoke, and his outfit needed a good washing. Did he ever wash his clothes? It didn't seem like it. He may hate this man but he could hold his own which was surprising.
The battle was grueling but Gregory had managed to cut his arm and just to piss him off, the blonde licked the blood off of his fingers. Surprisingly… it didn't taste horrible and he wanted to taste it again. He could only stare at his hand for a moment before noticing that doing that angered the smoking brunette to the point where he threw a grenade at him. Really? A grenade? Something like that could not hurt him unlike a UV bulb that the Frenchman actually had at the beginning of their battle before Gregory destroyed it. So a grenade was nothing but it was useful for an escape. The only reason he didn't kill the brunette was because it would be more amusing to let him live. When you live as long as a vampire, you need to pass the time by messing with people and seeing how they react. So for the next two years he let the brunette chase him, such a fun game of cat and mouse.
In the year 2011 he heard a rumor. Cathulhu had taken the form of a mortal and could never die. Not only that but his blood was supposedly delicious and mouth water. Since this demon could not die then it was like an endless supply of food, delicious food. So here he was, in this country full of Yankees and in a red neck town in the mountains. Great… why was Cathulhu even here? Oh well, at least it was always cloudy so he could walk out without fear of burning in the sunlight. He even enrolled himself in the school which was simple enough. Faking documents was so simple and from being alive so long, these classes should be simple enough.
Two week… Two weeks he has been in this hell hole wishing he could just massacre everyone and just see who survived but no, he had to be patient. Someone would find out sooner or later that this town was killed off and people would get suspicious. At least he had a nice home all to himself. During his time at school he had found who he believed to be the Dark Lord Cathulhu. Kyle Broflovski. He was smart, cute, had a short temper, in a perfect relationship with the hockey star Stan Marsh, and… just seemed to have the perfect life. The Dark Lord would want something like that, something different and happy. It was so obvious and tonight he would drink the sweet blood of the Dark Lord and steal him, keeping the boy all to himself.