Hey, hey hey, Agent Green Ushanka here! How goes it? Pretty good, yep, me too. Kay.
Well. Here it is, my first multichap.
Everyone: "OH MY GOD, AGU, YOU'RE DOING A MULTICHAP?"
Me: "Chyeah." *casual face*
I can't promise an update every Saturday, but I can sure promise to try. I have school, mind you. Sucks, I know. :( Still. I'm writing the second chapter right now and I might put it up early. We'll see. Haha.
Well, A lot of you arent gonna like this, but here is the vampire story.. of death, mwhaha.
Not.. really.. Well, but it is vampires. And NO they don't sparkle. These guys are mostly based on Dracula and Elder Scrolls: Oblivion vampires. With a touch of my own mind. :3 The title is based on Lady Gaga's song Dance In The Dark.. Cuz she talks about vampires in it, dur. 3
Thar will be blood, I can warn you that now. First chappy isn't so graphic. But it will get gorey for all you gorefags out there. :3 There will be multiple Kyle pairings, but I'm thinking Style will come out victorious.
Pairings I know of so far: Style, Cryle, K2, Staig. Maybe Stenny. Or Stylenny. We'll see. Whatever floats your boat. You guys can tell me what you want. But, like, no Kyman.. It's just.. I can't. :x
This story is gonna be like.. hot.. But, you guys get to help me. Suggest plot twists and such. I will use them. Seriously. It will be adventurous. I may even add in lycans. Seriously. Tell me what you think. Do it now.
ENJOY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GHOULS
(Hah, that's a horrorfic joke. get it, chyeah? no? oh. okay.)
The redhead hissed softly in pain, holding out his hands to the school nurse. She grimaced, turning Kyle's palms over to survey the damage; irritated burn marks, blisters beginning to bubble, "These are pretty bad burns," she commented, digging through a cabinet with a free hand.
'No shit', Kyle thought to himself, though he simply nodded and replied, "Chemistry. Didn't wear gloves." The nurse clicked her tongue at Kyle in a chiding manner, her thin lips turning into a frown. The redhead sighed, trying to ignore the constant stinging in his hands as he watched her.
The middle-aged woman had pulled out some sort of cream. She eyed the burns on the teenager's hands, pushing a tousle of brown hair behind her ear before rubbing the cool salve into Kyle's injuries. His face contorted in discomfort at the contact, though the blisters soon began to flatten, then disappear. The boy's jade eyes widened as he watched his hands heal before him. The woman released his hands, cracking a smile at his slack-jawed expression. Her eyes glinted from Kyle to his hands, as if she was expecting something.
The Jewish boy let out a wrenching gasp as the pain in his hands came back. The flesh began to blister and bubble, as if it was being burnt. Kyle whimpered, tears beading in his eyes as the pain intensified. He looked up at the nurse, then back at his hands, gasping loudly. His fingers soon started to contort awkwardly, then shrivel up and disintegrate.
"Oh god, please help me!" Kyle screamed at the nurse. Through his blurred vision he could see her wolfish grin as she began to cackle at him, her face melting like his hands had.
Kyle awoke with a jolt, his breath erratic.
Damn.
These dreams had been bothering him for quite a few weeks. They were each different, though he usually ended up dying painfully in some sort of manner. Pretty ironic, he thought, I guess I'm more messed up then I think.
He sighed after his panting stopped, looking over at his alarm-clock.
5:43.
He shrugged, sitting up straight and pulling his blankets off of him. His alarm would go off in 15 minutes, anyway, and he didn't exactly feel like going to sleep again.
"Fuck, dude. I hate Mondays." Kenny seethed, skeptically eyeing over his 'lunch'; a few slices of bologna between two pieces of bread.
"Mondays hate you." Stan returned with a braces-filled grin, nudging the quiet redhead next to him with his elbow. His eyes drifted over to the unresponsive Jew, concerned, "Kyle? You okay?" He asked quietly, his fingertips brushing against his best friend's arm.
Kyle looked up aloofly, shrugging, "Uh, yeah, dude. I'm fine. It's just fucking hot out." He gestured, waving his hand in front of him like a fan.
Stan raised a brow curiously at the boy, "..'Kay." He said softly, still doubting his friend. Honestly, it wasn't hot out at all; just sunny. There was a nice breeze in the air.. One might even consider the weather chilly, but Kyle found himself feeling as if he was sitting out in the balmy heat of the summer without an ounce of sunscreen on his skin.
"Oh, are you having a hot-flash? Poor you, Kahl." The very sound of his fat, scratchy voice made Kyle's blood boil. His eyes narrowed immediately, brows knotting, "Shut up, Cartman." He muttered, keeping as calm as humanly possible.
A macabre grin spread on Eric's face, "Whatevah, Jewboy. At least I'm not some Jersey Ginger loser."
Kyle could hear Stan sighing, "Really? This again?"
"Don't try to defend your boyfriend, Stanley." Cartman chided, wagging a stubby finger in front of the noirette.
Kyle clenched his fists harshly, his fingernails leaving crescent moons in his palms, "It's cool how you call me gay when you're the one constantly putting Butters' dick in your mouth." The redhead hissed, glaring at the large brunette.
Cartman turned a bit red, but kept his deadly scowl, "Seriousleh, Kahl? You wanna go?"
Kyle just shrugged, "I've beat your ass on multiple occasions, so, yeah, not afraid to do it again."
At that Cartman let out a 'humph', edging closer to the shorter teen. With surprising force, he threw a hook, aiming at the Jew's face. Kyle dodged the movement with extreme ease, and quickly hit Cartman back, directly in his chest. The force knocked him down with a rather loud thump. A few other teens rain to kneel at his side, possibly help him up if it was needed.
"Holy shit, dude, he's out cold.." Clyde said, sounding astonished.
All eyes were on Kyle. There was a blur of murmurs and whispers. His eyes were wide. Had he done that?
Shit. Run.
The bathroom was completely empty. Kyle looked up at the mirror, taking a ragged breath. His reflection caused him to gasp loudly. He could see himself faintly, like some sort of transparent ghost. His eyes, once a deep forest color, had turned into an electric lime green like the color of his ushanka, and his pupils were in slits, much like a cat's.
"Fuck, dude." He seethed. Something was wrong. Maybe he was sick? Seeing things?
Yeah, that was it.
Kyle flinched as he heard footsteps from the hall, approaching the bathroom. The door swung open.
The sight of Stan's poof-ball beanie caused Kyle to relax slightly.
"Hey..," the raven greeted softly.
Kyle bowed his head, hoping Stan wouldn't notice his appearance, "Hey, Stan."
The niorette edged closer, placing a hand on Kyle's shoulder. The movement made him flinch. Stan raised a brow, "Shit, Ky, y-you look pretty pale, dude, are you alright? You fucking knocked Fatass out, man."
The red-head just shrugged, "Yeah, dude, I'm not feeling so great. Think I'm gonna go see Mephesto." With that, Kyle was off, leaving Stan alone in the bathroom, pretty confused.
"...Wait, why Mephesto?"
Kyle forced the music on his iPod up a little louder. He was so close to the South Park Genetic Engineering Ranch, only five minutes away, though he felt as if he was going to pass out. He was dehydrated, so thirsty, and the water bottle in his hand did nothing at all. The incline up to the ranch was tiring, to say the least. Kyle was panting erratically and dripping with cool sweat once he reached the door.
The redhead took a few seconds to regulate his heavy breathing before adjusting his tattered green hat and approaching the huge metal door. He knocked a few times, and was welcomed with a muffled, "Go away!"
Kyle cursed softly, knocking again. No answer this time.
"Dr. Mephesto, please let me in..," The teen groaned, knocking a few more times with the back his fist. There was a clicking sound as the door's eyehole opened.
"What do you want?" The frail, elder sounding voice demanded. Kyle gulped, biting his lip again, "S-something's wrong with me. Please open the door."
There was a long pause before Mephesto sighed, "I guess I could take a look."
The man looked exactly how Kyle had remembered him, though he had aged quite a bit in the past seven years. His wrinkles seemed deeper, his hair thinner. He clung unto a cane, which he seemed to be supporting the weight of his left side on. The doctor still wore his straw hat and too-large yellow Hawaiian t-shirt. Trailing at his side, was 'that little monkey thing', Kevin.
"So, what's wrong with you, then?" The old man inquired, tapping his cane on the ground.
Kyle sighed, clutching his stomach to emphases, "I feel so sick. I keep on having terrible dreams, like, I can't even sleep half of the time," he lifted up his half empty bottle of water, "I-I'm so thirsty, but drinking doesn't help."
The old doctor looked concerned at the last part, "Have you seen yourself in the mirror recently?" He inquired slowly, an obvious frown spread across his features.
Kyle remembered his strange reflection in the school bathroom earlier, "I could barely see myself, but my eyes looked different, I thought I was seeing things. A-and I'm getting so pale," he lifted his arm up to his face to inspect it before croaking, "What's wrong with me?"
Mephesto tapped his chin with a calloused finger, the worry on his face growing, "I think I know what's wrong, but I need to run some tests." He proceeded to write something down on a sheet of note-paper and handed it to Kevin, who scattered away immediately.
Kyle bit his lip and looked down at his lap. He probably had some sort of virus, not bad. Maybe a skin condition, nothing some cream and a few pills can't handle, right?
Kevin waddled over to Dr. Mephesto and tugged on the hem of his Hawaiian shirt, trying to get his attention. The man bent down and took a few things from the smaller one, including a vial, filled with red liquid. Kyle could hear the man speaking to him, but all he saw was that vial. He wanted, no, needed it.
"...were you doing in the past 72 hours?"
Kyle blinked, pausing, then stammered aloofly, "I- was.. I.. erm, s-school... A-and.."
His hands involuntarily reached for the vial. Must have. Must feed. His pupils were wide with want. Mephesto had seen that look before; he knew to hand over the vial, or risk being bitten, or worse.
Kyle drank it quickly, and left thick redness lolling down his chin. He narrowed his brows, breathing heavily. The redhead got a normal look in his eyes within 30 seconds and dropped the vial, cringing. He looked slack-jawed up at Mephesto, stammering a bit before the man cut in.
"Prophyric Hemophilia, more commonly known as vampirism, is an enzyme disorder that also effects the central nervous system. It takes 72 hours to take effect, and I can regularly cure it in that window of time, but it seems like you're a little past it," Kyle hung his head at that, but Mephesto just continued in his matter-of-factly tone, "Now, the disorder causes you to have a very low amount of red blood cells; your body depends on other human's blood to keep going, drinking it tricks you into thinking you have more red blood cells than you actually do, which in turn, keeps your body doing its thing. If you're kept well fed, you can function like any other human being," the man coughed a tad, "Though you might find the sun uncomfortable. You will sunburn easily, which could eventually be deadly. Sun is just not a good idea for you, my friend."
Kyle's brows knotted, "So, what if I don't feed regularly?"
The man leaned into his cane, "You'll find yourself becoming more and more predatory. Your features will change, you'll become sickly looking, gaunt. Your nightmares will intensify, along with your senses of smell and hearing. If you starve yourself for too long, the sun becomes absolutely deadly, walking outside will kill you. Your reflection will be less and less visible in any type of glass mirror, though you will be able to see yourself in a silver-based mirror at any time," Mephesto laughed bitterly, "I would stay away from silver, though. Garlic, too. Prophyric Hemophilia causes the body to have an allergy to garlic."
A confused look was painted on Kyle's features, "How did I get this?"
Mephesto seemed to crack a wryly grin, "The disease is transferred though blood and bodily fluids, pace contrary belief, biting has nothing to do with spreading of vampirism. It's hard for most people to tell if they're being fed on, since the vampire injects a numbing agent before biting. The process can actually be quite..." The doctor gestured.
"..Quite?" Kyle inquired.
Mephesto sighed, "Pleasurable. Definitely for the vampire, probably for the prey as well. Most victims unknowingly contract Prophyric Hemophilia during," he paused, probably uncomfortable talking to a teenager about this, "...well, intercourse. Vampires are extremely sexual creatures, as you will learn. Bloodlust is not the only urge you'll experience. You're a youngling, so this is especially so," the doctor coughed softly, "Your fangs aren't very prominent yet, though they should grow pretty fast. You'll be mature in the next week. You should feed after that. How often you need to feed depends on your metabolism; though you can usually go around five days until you start getting predatory."
Kyle nodded, "Uh, right. Thanks." He licked a bit of sugar-sweet blood from his lips. He knew exactly who gave this to him, and he planned to have a chat with them.
:3 I'm pretty sure that was terrible.
Please review, I need to know how I did, and if I should continue at all. Please point out any medical errors, cuz I kinda just winged it. Heh. Oh well.
Silly.
Well, for the next chap, I was gonna do a flashback, of Kyle getting bitten, with sex of course. Rating will go up at that point. Sound good? Tell me.
-AGU!