A/N: Hey everyone this is my first South Park fic ever…I'm super cereal.
I wanted to do this for a while but didn't bother too much with it until recently. I was inspired to do this from AFI's "Love Like Winter" and the many Stan/Kyle fics I came across reading. (I suggest you listen to the song its really good, at least I think so.) I was going to make this into a song fic, but I then I decided not to. Enjoy and please R&R! it would completely make my day.
Oh, and note this will be in Stan's POV and the boys are 17 years old in high school and all that fun stuff.
I'm also planning not to make this story too long depending on where I take it. Updating will also take me a while considering finals consumes most of my free time. And sorry if there is any grammar mistakes I tend not to catch them thoroughly. Thanks!
Evie (Havana girl)
Warn your warmth to turn away, here its December everyday
Press your lips to the sculptors and surly you'll stay. (Love like winter)
For of sugar and ice I am made, I am made
Its in the blood, its in the blood, I met my love before I was born,
It's in the blood, I taste of blood, he bit my lip and drank my war
From years before, from years before…
AFI: Love Like Winter
"I Loved You Once Before"
It was a eerie late night, snow drifted softly as I was hurriedly running through this empty street, my lungs felt as if there were going to explode and my legs lit on fire, muscles achingly burning. The area appeared residential, the street contained this blackness tone, it possessed a low-spirited feel among the area, becoming incredulous that anyone would attempt to live here. Small homes that were built rather differently then the average home sat on either side of me along the aged jet black street, not one house light was on. The lamp posts that lined the block were black and… different; almost Colonial inspired. I needed someone's help, anyone! but I knew I didn't have time to bother with the effort. I grew anxious, my heart pounded so hard I can hear every beat penetrating my ears.
Why was I running?
Actually, who was I running from? Where am I? I don't know this area. But, at the same time I'm receiving a sense of familiarity with the neighborhood?
I suddenly realize someone is chasing me! I don't know who but their after me. I know for fact their hunting me down. I sprint into a dark alley in attempt to loose the three men.
Three?
How do I know specifically, three men?
I continued to quickly run down the alley with extensive speed, I sadly come face to face with a dead end. I cursed under my breath as I stared at the colossal brick wall separating me from the secure safety of the other side. I immediately panic, nervously rubbing my sweaty palms against my black pants.
I abruptly hear soft weeping coming from the corner of the alley. My attention diverts to that corner and I cautiously walk towards the sniffled sounds, gradually getting louder with each passing step. The sounds appeared to be hidden within the clutter of garbage cans. I carefully peek my way through the myriad of trash cans and bags. I hoped on everything I loved that it wasn't a child. God forbid its an innocent child hiding out during the bitter coldness of night.
The fearful thoughts of the three men soon departed my mind. I traced my attention to the grieving stranger hoping I can be of help. I maneuver one foul trash can as quiet as possible, as I move the first can the crying stranger comes into a complete silence.
I instantly felt the tension growing thick into the air. I suddenly couldn't move an inch of my body as if I was possessed by something from the realms of the unknown. I stood still, aching for something to happen.
I hear the trash cans slightly shift with the persons movements. I finally come eye to eye with the stranger. My heart stops, and I felt every ounce of breath escape my lungs.
I trembled "Kyle?…"
Tears of joy poured down his face which prompt me to shed tears with him. I immediately embraced him tightly, a rush of warmth and protection rushed through me as I held Kyle close. I hear him softly cry onto my shoulder murmuring something I couldn't quite make out. I gently rubbed his back attempting to subside the trembling waves occurring through his back. I must say, I never witnessed him so vulnerable.
Kyle fairly composed himself eventually and faced me. "There gonna get us." Kyle managed to stutter.
"What?" I was puzzled from his statement, faintly shaking my head from bewilderment.
He knitted his brows with rage "Those bloody fucks, their threatening to kill us!" Kyle harshly whispered.
Bloody?… He never used--
Wait, the men, the three men immediately returned back to my mind. I forgot all about them.
With no hesitation, Kyle interlaced his hand with my own and hastily leads me with quiet feet away from the alley and back into the dangers of the residential street. A strong sensation surged through me when his hand met mine. Why is he holding my hand like this? Odd sensations and fear took an overwhelming take to my senses
"What the hell are you thinking? We cant go back there!" I grimaced and impulsively stop at my tracks causing Kyle to pause with me.
He released a low exhausted sigh "I know, but we have no choice, we either risk getting our asses beat being out here all night, or we can be in the safety of my home." Kyle sincerely ran his fingers through my jet black hair with worried tormented eyes. I can see clearly through the distress his eyes carried and into the exquisiteness his eyes truly possessed A beautiful sensation rushed through me once again, I can see he's silently pressuring me with his look.
I looked at him with a pleaded gaze. "…Kyle" I murmured, my conscious mind beginning to realize the fascination I hold dear with him. "We can't go back there, their gonna find us. Trust me" I finally manage to choke out.
Kyle gazed into my eyes for a moment and acquiesced much to my relief. " Alright, we'll stay here hidden for a while and then we'll go to my house after some time." he reluctantly finished.
As we returned to the peculiar depths of the alley, we hear many shuffling footsteps echo our way from the street not far from us. We both slightly panic and dashed into the dark corner occupied by the trash cans where Kyle was previously hiding. I tumble down onto the many garbage cans along with Kyle hoping the clatter wasn't legible to those bastards. The horrible smell of rotten half eaten foods and the mere appalling contents people throw away took a heavy toll on my senses. Kyle was right beside me, holding on to me close, as if his life depended on it.
At this position, I can almost believe it.
We hear the familiar foot steps passing by on the street, the echo's of muffled grunts and running feet gradually fade from the air and I experienced the light feeling of utter relief.
Which only lasted a beautiful moment.
"Hey, they probably ran off in here!" One of the men shouted in some sort of thick dialect.
Kyle's breath ceased along with mine. I looked over to Kyle with blood shot eyes due to the lack of sleep and apprehension that settled in my eyes. We hear the foot steps getting heaver with every passing moment. My heart pounded much greater than before, and Kyle clutches onto me tighter, his breath held in.
"Well, look at the two dick suckers"
As I take sight of the three guys courage musters inside me. Why the fuck am I so scared of these guys they don't even look that violent. I thought to myself. However, Kyle was way ahead of me.
After a brief moment, Kyle shot up and punched one of the guys closest to us square on the jaw. The man harshly winced and covered his potentially broken jaw with a tense hand. I slightly recoil from Kyle's impressive strike for a slim moment which only motivated me to hastily get up and attack the other man beside him too.
I punched him multiple times across his foolish face with enraged fists. I nearly lost it for a while, something I'm unfamiliar with saturated through me and I couldn't stop. I received this unnerving rush of ecstasy from the pain I was causing this person. Finally, spurts of blood flew out his mouth and gravity took its place as he hit the concrete floor with a hard "thud". The third man merely stood there, shock leading his every thought. I headed towards him, heavily breathing. I can almost smell the fear pouring out of him. The bubbling rage I possessed continued to boil deep within my stomach. I approached the last and sadly unfortunate man callously, daring him to make a move.
"Ah!" I hear Kyle yelp in pain.
I instantly turn around, my insides twisted and my throat clenched. There was Kyle, his mouth ajar with wide eyes and a six inch knife sticking out of the sensitive side of his abdomen.
The man who stabbed him backed off and savored Kyle's suffering. I sprinted to Kyle, fated tears rushed down my face and I caught him right before he collapsed I adjusted to ground while Kyle's limp weight rested my trembling arms.
"YOU SICK FUCKING BASTARDS! YOU FUCKING STABBED HIM.! YOU FUCKING STABBED HIM!" I shouted, spiting out everything that came to my tormented mind. My vision becomes distorted from the inevitable tears coating my eyes. I held Kyle close to my body, weeping into his chest.
I gradually lift my head away from his chest and look into his heavily strained face, into his beautiful eyes that now read death.
I slowly traced my fingers on the beautiful outline of his face, skeptical to what just happened. I noticed a couple of my tears fell onto his cheek and descended his alabaster skin, as if those tears belonged to him, as though he's grieving with me although his soul may have departed his body. He didn't move not a mere flitch. I was lost, and I step out the sphere of reality.
I slowly lean in, allowing my tormented mind lead my every move and kissed his pale lips onto my trembling ones tasting this warm thick liquid that now slowly leaked out his mouth.
Blood…
I don't sense any messages from Kyle's body signaling me he's may be alive. Blood seeps onto my lips and onto the floor into a forming puddle from the wound. I continue to wail into chest, hoping his soul will return from its absence. I continue holding him, rocking him, hoping false hope.
"I love you Kyle… I love you so much, so fucking much." I manage to choke through tears.
I grieved into his chest of what felt like an eternity, my vision suddenly blurs and I believe to have lost consciousness, the sensation never felt so…pleasant.
…
"AH!" I wake up in a heavy sweat, scurrying my hands over my trembling body in a panic. I instinctively put my hand to the back of my neck, rubbing it discontentedly trying to ease the unexplained sharp pain that settled there.
"What the fuck?" I murmured. barley hearing my self utter the words. Relief comes to me as my conscious mind realizes I'm in the safety of my room.
I plop back down on my bed still flabbergasted from the dream, feeling the harsh pain originating from the back of my neck disappear with a tingle. I roll my head over and look at my digital alarm clock.
"Jesus Christ… 4:23" I let out a frustrated sigh. I grasp one of the many pillows and cover my face in hopes to get a couple of more hours of peaceful sleep before school.
Much to my dismay, I didn't fall asleep for the next hour. My mind continued to spin with the events of my dream, so vividly replaying over and over in my head. The dramatic images felt so real, Kyle felt so real, everything felt so tangible.
Maybe it was nothing, it could have been one of those dreams that everything felt like it was truly happening when in retrospect it meant absolutely nothing like any other random dream. People all over the world have wild dreams that doesn't mean anything, its only your sleeping mind taking an intense acid trip of its very own.
However, something deeper in me told me otherwise. Something endlessly kept picking at me that the my dream held a meaning. A small voice in my head was telling me there is something I should know, to be aware of.
I freeze for a moment I grasp the sudden urge to call Kyle. To tell him-
To tell him what? About this ridiculous fag dream I just had? Just so he can rip on me about some stupid dream that I believe may hold some kind of "meaning?"
I don't fucking think so.
I finally dozed off after excessive over analyzing and mental exhaustion. The final thought that occurred to me before I officially fell asleep hit me fiercely, an overwhelming epiphany much to my discomfort.
"I can't deny my feelings for him anymore"
TBC…