Ten year old Kyle Broflovski ran as fast as he could towards Starks Pond, tears streaming down his face like a rain storm. He nearly tripped on a rock but he kept his balance and ran even harder. He couldn't believe his parents were doing this to him.

Finally Starks Pond came into view and with it the form of his longtime super best friend Stan Marsh. "Stan!!" Kyle cried out, his voice broken by tears. Stan turned towards him a look of surprise on his face. "Kyle?" he began "What's-?" He didn't get to finish for Kyle threw himself at him and buried his face in Stan's chest sobbing loudly. "Dude!? What's wrong?!" Stan was really worried now. Kyle never cried. "M-My parents are making us move!" young Kyle shouted "Dad got a job offer from New York a-and now w-we h-have to m-move wahh!" Kyle continued to sob into Stan's chest. Stan was in a state of shock. Kyle couldn't move away. They were super best friends for goodness sake!

"When-When do you leave?" He asked. "T-Tomorrow morning!! Ahwah!" Stan sat down with his back to a tree and pulled Kyle into his lap. He stroked his hair softly whispering "shh" every once in a while, His ten year old mind churning. He didn't want Kyle to move away but he was a smart kid. He knew Kyle was gonna move no matter what they did. Finally Kyle's sobs had turned into small hics. Stan brought his hand down to Kyle's chin and used it to bring his face up to face him. Kyle was a pathetic sight. His Red curls clung to his face his eyes bright and red from crying so much, tears tracks running down his face like roads. Stan felt his eyes begin to water to. "Hey, it'll be ok! We'll see each other again, I'm sure of it!" Kyle sniffed a few times. "Do you promise?" He asked. "I promise!" Stan said. Kyle sat up a little straighter on Stan's lap." Then I promise to come back! I'll come back to South Park so we'll see each other again!" Stan smiled a watery smile a few tears making its way down his face to. "Yea" He said and pulled Kyle into a hug. "You'll defiantly come back." Kyle nestled his little head into Stan's little neck. "Defiantly." He replied.

"Kyle?"

"Kyle."

"KYLE!"

"Mnn…" Kyle slowly blinked open his bleary eyes. When things finally came into focus he found himself staring into beautifully dark green eyes.

"…AH!"

Kyle shot up from his position and backed into the far corner of the bed. He stared wide eyed at the figure before him. Black hair came down in feathery perfection to frame his beautiful face. His eyes sparkled with mischief and amusement as he looked upon the sixteen year old. He was wearing a dark green turtle neck with dark blue jeans fit with a thick black belt. His full lips pulled into a smirk.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He said with the same air of amusement " Have a nice sleep?"

Kyle scowled and threw his black satin pillowat him.

"Goshdang it, Vince! Why can't you wake people up like a normal human beings do!"

Vincent laughed and caught the pillow. He smiled smartly at him.

"But, I'm not a normal human. And neither are you so ha!"

Kyle eyes widened before returning to the scowl.

"So? I've never heard anywhere that said vampyres have to wake up people by scaring the shit out of them!"

Vincent's smile got bigger.

"Ah but alas, you've only been a vampyre two years."

Kyle felt his lower lip jut out in a pout even though he tried to stop it. It was true. He had only been a vamp for two years. When he was fourteen he found out that he was gay. He told his parents and enraged they disowned him and kicked him out to the street. He quickly fell into depression and tried to kill himself. That was when Nikolas, the head of the coven had found him.

A small figure sat in an alley tears streaming down his dirt smudged face making his unkept red curls stick to his cheeks. In his dirty left hand he held a large piece of broken glass.

He slowly lifted the glass and carefully slit a two inch cut on his right wrist right. He switched hands and did the same to his left wrist. He held the glass with both hands in front of him, slightly above his head, pointed directly at his throat. 'No one needs me. No one is there for me. What's the point in living if someone doesn't want you?' The boy tightened his grip on the glass. By now he was starting to get dizzy from the blood loss from his wrists. He tightened his grip once more and brought the glass down fast on his throat. His eyes were shut tightly and he wondered why he didn't feel anything. He opened his eyes and gasped in shock. Above him stood what looked like an eighteen or nineteen year old man. He had his dark hair tied in ponytail at his neck and was wearing a ankle length tan trench coat over a v-cut black shirt and dark blue jeans. Kyle couldn't look away from his eyes. They shown like dark rubies in the darkness of the alleyway. His pupils were black slits. In his left hand he held the broken glass, blood dripping from its point onto the cold concrete. He looked so…dangerous, but Kyle couldn't seem to make himself afraid. The man knelt down in front of him, his crimson eyes never straying from Kyle's own emerald green. Tears continued to stream down his face.

"Why are you here?" The man asked in a voice soft as velvet. "Why are you doing this?" He asked again his eyes still boring holes into Kyle's soul.

"I-I am a-all al-one." Kyle replied looking straight back into the man's eyes.

The man was quiet for only a few seconds but it felt like minutes.

"That is very sad," he said "My name is Nikolas Roven. What's yours?"

By this time Kyle was feeling very light headed. He tried as best he could to answer.

"K-Kyle Bro-Bro-flovski"

The man continued to stare. He was completely motionless. Kyle vaguely wondered if he was breathing.

"Well Kyle Broflovski, I would like you to join my family." As the man opened his mouth Kyle saw fangs where his insicers should have been. He gave a small gasp.

"Do you know what I am?" The man asked his voice still as clam and even as it had been through the entire conversation. Kyle's breathing was getting shallower.

"Vam-Vamp-pyre." His voice was lower than a whisper but he knew he could hear him.

The man nodded his head.

"Are you afraid?" Kyle shook his head weekly.

"Will you become part of my family? You will no longer be alone with us. We'll all make sure of that and we'll take care of you."

Kyle thought about it. He didn't really want to die, and this man-no vampyre seemed so nice. He wanted to be apart of this family. And he still needed to keep his promise to Stan.

Kyle nodded his head. The vampyre in front of him smiled and leaned in close to his neck. He whispered loud enough for Kyle to hear "This will hurt a little." And then Kyle felt two needles puncture the place were his shoulder met his neck. He gave a weak whimper and felt an arm rap around his waist and a hand run through his hair soothingly. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness were the ruby eyes smiling lightly at him.

When he had finally woken up a week later, he was a newborn vamp. That's when he met the rest of the coven and learned about his new abilities and that he would continue ageing normally until he turned nineteen which was, in fact how "old" Nikolas was.

"Hey!"

Kyle jumped.

"Huh?"

"You ok? You were spacing out big time."

Vincent was looking at him with slight worry. Kyle flushed a dusty pink.

"I-I'm fine! Sorry. Any way, what was so horribly important that you had to so rudely wake me up?" Kyle asked glaring slightly at the older teen. Vincent Rayne was eighteen along with Lin Mao, a short Chinese girl/vamp with really pretty waist length black hair and coal black eyes. The only other member of the coven was Gin Greylyn, an Irish nineteen year old with feathery brown hair and almost purple eyes. They all lived together in a huge condo right smack dab in the middle of New York. Gin and Vince shared a room, but that was more by choice than lack of space. The rest had there own room.

"Niko said that we have to get ready for the interview. It starts at nine today." Kyle looked over at his clock. The numbers 8:20 flashed at him tauntingly.

"Ah!" Kyle yelled as he jumped out of bed. "Why didn't you wake me up sooner!!"

"Didn't want to disturb your beauty sleep love."

Kyle shot a half-assed glare over his shoulder as he stripped off his black satin overly large pajama shirt leaving him in his dark green silk boxers. He grabbed some clothes and ran into his bathroom.

After he was done with his shower he brushed his hair which had calmed from the fro he had as a kid into loose silky curls. He hastily threw on his blue skinny jeans and his tight dark purple shirt that went down low on his hips. He carefully put on some eyeliner and mascara and dash out of his room.

He walked down the hall to the dinning/living room. The only thing that kept the kitchen separate was a grey marble counter. He saw Gin sitting with his arm around Vince's shoulders on the L-shaped couch watching House on the huge flat screen TV. The two corner walls were completely made out of plexy glass so they had a beautiful view of the city. Kyle turned slightly and saw Nikolas scrambling eggs on the stove. Just because they were vampyres didn't mean they didn't eat real food. Scrambled eggs and bacon is way to delicious to let go. He heard foot steps behind him and turned to see Lin Mao wearing a frilly black dress that went down to her thighs and bright red thigh high socks. Her hair was in a bun/pony tail and she was wearing bright red lipstick and eye shadow. You'd think it'd look tacky but on her it just…worked.

"Good morning Lin Mao." Kyle said with a smile on his face. She looked back at him with her usual blank expression.

"Good morning Kyle." She replied still with the never changing empty look. "You look very nice today."

"Thanks Lin! You look great too!" She nodded at him and walked over to the couch with Kyle trailing behind. Lin and him said there good mornings to the couple on the couch before turning to watch Willson yell at House once again.

"Good Morning Lin Mao, Kyle." Nikolas's voice carried from the kitchen. "Good Morning" they replied back and turn again towards the TV.

"So who's the interview for anyway?" Kyle asked as House bitchslaped someone with his cane.

"America Fashion Magazine" Replied Gin in his think accent.

"Oh yeah I remember them." Kyle said.

Kyle, Vincent, Gin, Lin Mao, and Nikolas were all super models. How else could they possibly afford such a condo? They were all insanely beautiful and the job didn't actually require that much work. It was perfect. The only real down side was the paparazzi and the media and that kinda stuff was easily ignored.

After everyone had eaten they're breakfast they all piled into the big black family hummer to ride to where the interview would take place. Nikolas had informed them that after the first interview they had three photoshoots and then one more interview after that. Kyle look out the window tiredly.

'Its gonna be a long day…"