KinderGoth 'Shift' Hunter was smoking behind the high school during lunch. A few cheerleaders inhaled the second hand smoke, and went off to their prissy Justin Timberlake albums. It was a regular day. He closed his eyes, and leaned back against the wall. The sunlight was killing him. That Canadian jock debate team kid Ike Brofloski was napping on the steps nearby. All was normal.

Until he saw it.

A kid. Medium hight. Dyed black hair with purple tinged ends. Shirt with a moon symbol on it. Weird belts and bracelets. And…

And…

And…

A glint of plastic fangs in her teeth. Drinking clamato juice.

Shift froze. "Oh…sh-"

More douchy vampire kids joined her, chanting and crap. He banged his head against the wall.

"Vampire kids!" he said to himself. No. NO. .

Ike had stirred from his sleep. He sat up, and saw that jerk goth kid banging his head against the wall. What the hell is he doing? Ike thought. He didn't hate that Shift kid, but he was really…weird. He looked around, and saw it too. The fangs. No. Not again. He had only been a kindergartener when the first vampire kids were here, but it was still hell.

Shift and Ike met each other's eyes.

Were they agreeing on something? The jock and the goth?

Yes.

They both knew it.

They couldn't let those douche-y vampire kids come freaking back.

A/N: So, yeah. Had to have a new name for KinderGoth.