Disclaimer: I don't own South Park

A/N: This is my first South Park, Style story Vampire Prince; I hope you enjoy reading it as I enjoyed writing it.

Vampire Prince

It was a stormy winter night, in the middle of December. A man stood by a sign that said 'Welcome to South Park.' The mysterious stranger was covered by a cloak, not wanting to be seen by the citizens.

The snow was so deep, it reached up to his knees! Of course the stranger wasn't tall, he was an average of 5'4.

There weren't more than five people in every corner. One of them was by the name of Randy Marsh. The drunk threw up, nearly hitting the mysterious man's boots.

"Sorry, man." The drunk man, dry heaved.

"Thats... alright." The stranger's eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, anyways... I gotta go home, before Sharon starts bitching," The black-haired man murmured to himself.

The stranger ignored the other four, who eyed him; instead he looked down at a note, that held an address. He didn't have patients for people that had courage to come up to him and say 'Welcome to South Park, Colorado!'

He barley sigh in relief when he finally found the address that he was looking for. He climbed the door steps. The man raised his hand, deciding he got the right address, or he'll have to deal with unknown strangers.

Scowling, he knocked.

"Coming!" came a voice of a man. The door swang open to revealed a middle aged man. He was wearing a olive-green jacket, forest green trousers and a pink yarmulke. His dark brown eyes narrow.

"Gerald Broflovski?" The mysterious man's voice sounded gruff.

"Y-yes, that's me." His eyes widen, afraid of this 'man.'

"You're the one who adopted Kyan Caden Darth." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

Gerald seemed surprise at what a name the child had before. "Well, it actually Kyle Abraham Broflovski."

"Who is it Gerald!" Came another a voice, a woman's. A pump woman came to the door. She was wearing a midnight blue jacket, a red skirt with gray stockings, and had her hair in a beehive. Her icy blue eyes narrowed, just like her husband when she saw the man with the cloak. She had a green bundle in her arms.

"Sheila Broflovski?"

"Yes, that would be me, and you?" She had a New York Jewish accent.

The man removed his cloak. "The name is Blair Morpheus Darth." He bowed. "I have come to warn you." He suddenly said.

"What ever do you mean by that?" The red-headed woman questioned.

Blair's black eyes narrowed at the sight of the bundle in the woman's arms, who was completely covered. "It has something to do with the child." He replied.

Sheila noticed that the man was standing outside in the cold. "Come lets talk in the living room." She motion the man to the sofa.

Blair took a seat, not removing his eyes from the child. Sheila offered the man anything to drink, but he decline. He moved some of his raven hair away from his eyes. His hair was straight and it was a little above his shoulder, his onyx eyes barley held any emotion.

"I have come here, from all the way from the middle eastern to warn you that your family is not safe." He stopped when no other than Sheila interrupted.

"What do you mean my family is in danger!" She spat. Clearly she was upset; a man they don't know comes into their house and says that they are in danger!

"You see," Blair continued, as if the enraged woman hadn't interrupted. "that child that your holding is my nephew."

"So you want him back?" Gerald asked.

Blair shook his head, "No, he's safer here." He said in a monotone tone. "Are you willing to risk your lives for Kyle?"

"Yes," Sheila held Kyle closer, "I'll protect an innocent child."

Blair's eyes narrowed. "You'll protect the child even if I tell you what he is?"

The woman nodded, not noticing when he said 'is.'

"Have you ever believed in myths?" He asked the woman. "Wait, what does this have to do with anything?" Kyle's adopted father demanded.

"Everything." Was Blair's reply.

Sheila shook her head not understanding. "I don't understand?"

The visitor's eyes darken, "I'm a vampire, and Kyle is a half-breed." The Broflovski's scoffed, thinking that he's gone insane. The vampire ignored their expressions and continued. "The child is no ordinary vampire, his mother was cursed by this wretched witch. His father the vampire in charge of all the vampire world made a mistake." Blair's eyes darken.

"Kyan wasn't going to survive birth- there was a birth affect. Belladonna (I didn't made that name up.) wanted her unborn child to survive. So Vladimir went to seek out a witch called Pandora for help. Only for a price. That price was for her to keep Kyan. Vladimir lied; if she were to safe his wife and child than she'll be destroyed."

The Broflovski's were so into the story, that they didn't noticed the baby in the green blanket start to stir in his sleep.

"Pandora knew of Vladimir's plan, so she cursed Belladonna. Kyan was born healthy, but he is affected."

"What do you mean, affected?" Asked Sheila.

"Well... Pandora's ancestors are the children of the moon, as you refer to them as werewolves." He hissed. "We think that she might have given the child 'powers'- she admitted that she gave the child that 'curse' so he will murder his father and take his place as 'King' or 'Sire' of our world." Blair sigh.

"Vladimir decided that the child should be executed, for the sakes of our people. Only Belladonna, her sister Chrysanthemum and I disagreed on Vladimir's orders."

"...So... Kyle is a powerful creature?" Gerald asked.

"Yes, something like that," Was the reply."

"Would he be... dangerous?"

"No, he'll mostly be normal like any other child until he reaches the age of seventeen," Blair gave a them a weak smile. "But, if he's not as normal as the others, than wait each month, I will check on him."

"What if we can't wait for a month?"

"Send a letter," Blair said in his monotone voice, "that is if you will accept magic. Only by magic, not by the human way."

"Magic?" Both Sheila and Gerald questioned, they thought witches use magic.

"Witches and Wizards are not the only one's that do magic, but they are more powerful."

Sheila looked down at the sleeping baby in her arms; his red curls were as red as a bloody rose in her opinion. She remembered when she and Gerald first saw the baby. He was wide awake. His pierce emerald green eyes shone with curiosity.

When she glanced back to Blair; she noticed they look a little alike.

After an hour or so (Kyle still sound asleep in Sheila's arms) Blair left an address so they could contact him if they have any more questions or problems.

Sheila and Gerald seemed afraid that the baby that they adopted would be found and killed by his own father. If they don't want the child found than they have to make up a list.

Kyle would have to understand that they are going to be strict to protect him in the future.

I didn't made up the names, I found them in this website. Also these vampires use jewerly so they won't burn up; Kyle would pretty much be 'human' until 17 or 18 for a reason. I hope you enjoyed it, I know I did and this is just the first chapter

And I know you don't need a discription of Kyle's parents, but this is like Blair's point-of-view~Shirbells Style