The shrill voice made both males jump in surprise, and not more than two feet from them, a now awake Tweek was staring in horror at Firkle's lifeless body.
"DEAR GOD, Y-YOU KILLED HIM!" Tweek screeches. "Y-YOU KILLED HIM, A-AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA KILL ALL OF US! I-I'M PROBABLY NEXT! GAH! SOMEONE HELP!"
"Ugh, I told those idiots to use twice the medicine on this guy, but big shock, they didn't listen." Mike grumbles. "Look's like I'll be having to deal with him early."
If Pete wasn't too busy trying to keep himself from puking, he might have noticed that Craig was stirring from slumber due to his friends screaming and quickly becoming aware of the situation. Well… aware enough. But, alas, Pete was too busy. He failed at his main objective. That blood was Firkle's blood. Practically his little brother.
MIke rolled his eyes and turned to the twitchy young blonde. "Good God, shut up! You want some coffee?"
"N-NOT FROM YOU! THERE'S P-PROBABLY BLOOD IN IT!"
"But you do want coffee? Of course. When don't you?" Mike turned to face the darkness, calling to one of his vampiric cronies. "Hey! Bring me the coffee!"
Someone quickly came from the shadows and gave him a mug that appeared to have the Starbucks logo on it before retreating just as quickly. Pete never cared for the stuff. He preferred Tweak Bros. coffee. Less pretentious and conformist, albeit somewhat addicting. It wasn't even close to being on his mind. He saw the dark liquid and was reminded of Firkle's blood, which was still working its way out of his system.
"S… S-Starbucks?"
"Don't do it, Tweek!" Craig called out. He must be fully awake now. Pete closed his eyes and wondered briefly if he sounded half as desperate crying out for Firkle. Poor kindergartener never stood a chance. Tweek was older though. Stronger. More developed. He would suffer much longer.
Mike unscrewed the lid to the mug. Even in the dark, steam could be seen rising from the brew. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the liquid flying towards the blonde. It landed on him and seared his exposed skin and soaked into his clothing. He cried out in agony. While distracted by the burns, Mike dragged him to Firkle's dead body.
He kicked the corpse out of the chair and put Tweek in his place. "Tweek! No!" Craig cried out. It was only a matter of time before he, too, would be drained of blood. Rather than Pete, who was scared and wanted to defend the victim at hand, Craig was furious with the perpetrator. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, MAKOWSKI. YOU HEAR ME?! YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD."
"Pretty big words for someone in your position, Tucker." Mike said with a victorious smirk. He then turned his head toward the darkness before yelling, "Bloodrayne! Vladimir! Bring in a new container for the blood, and another glass!"
In seconds, figures appeared from the shadows, and quickly did as their dark master commanded, without hesitation. Pete only caught their appearance long enough to realize that it was the same boy and girl that had jumped him and Firkle in the alleyway earlier.
The two were undoubtedly doing this to get in good in with their leader; given the fact that the two were known straight-A students with a phobia of blood. They still were just as afraid as the captives. They feared that one day he'd run out and start killing them off. Pete could faintly see it in their eyes. Faintly.
As soon as the two left, Mike smirked. He glanced at Pete for only a second, his smirk growing revealing his bloodstained teeth. His gaze returned to the victim at hand. "Such pain you've endured… Your heart pounds faster already, thanks to the caffeine. If I cut you, would you bleed coffee? One way to find out."
The faux vampire titled Tweek's head just enough to expose the flesh on Tweeks neck that had been burned by the hot liquid, and jabs the syringes into the scarred, red skin without care. The twitchy blonde gives a intense yell of pain as he starts pulling against his restraints, and Craig was heard struggling harder to get free of his own entrapment - that is, if one could have heard anything other than his loud string of curses directed at Mike. Blood once again began to flow through the tubes, and once Mike had filled his glass got the brim, took a savoring sip of the red liquid - a smile coming onto his face.
"Just as I predicted; tastes just like a cappuccino. I might not get a caffeine buzz off that, per se, but..."
"YOU FUCKER! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY FRIEND!"
"Just your friend, huh?" Mike asked before giving a low chuckle. "Please, everyone in South Park knows the truth."
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"
"Don't play coy," he sneered. The head vampire turned to the captive Goth. "Hey! Pete! Weren't Tweek and Craig obvious?"
Pete flinched at the sound of his name being called, shivering from throwing up Firkle's blood. He strengthened his resolve long enough to sneer at his captor. It took him a few breaths to get it out though, being out of air. "I will not... partake... in any of this... poser bullshit, Vamp-Queer."
"Don't be pretentious. You saw how they'd avoid talking to each other to avoid attracting attention." He returned his attention to the hooded child, pacing towards him with a menacing grin on his pale face. "Hell, you guys didn't even lookat one another. Some people were concerned you two weren't friends anymore. But on the rarechance you did meet gazes… you'd see a spark. Love."
"Poetic," Pete sneered.
Despite the snark, Craig was starting to blush a little. However, the dire situation made him quickly forget his feelings towards the soon-to-be-deceased, tweaked out, Tweek. He flipped of his captor.
Mike rolled his eyes. He spoke in a mocking tone, belittling, even. "Oh, I'm sooffended by your cruel, cruel gesture, Tucker!" He laughed at his sarcasm. "Of course, no matter how many times you flip me off, you can't hide the truth." The fake vampire then paused to think, and after a few seconds, the growing of his vicious smirk signaled that he had come up with another twisted idea. "Although...since you say Tweek here is merely your friend; you won't have a problem with me doing this."
Without another word, Mike suddenly took of Tweek's chin to keep his head in place, and captures the blonde in a forceful, crushing kiss.
Tweek's dark-brown eyes seen to widen to the size of dinner plates, and pull away from the other - his efforts being met with Mike tightening his grip and slight pain due to the syringes in his neck. Meanwhile, Craig's face reddened in rage as their kidnapper continued to kiss the blonde, and Pete just stared at the scene in disgusted surprise.
"You sick, poser bastard…" Pete whispered. What scared him more, however, was the fact Mike - while still kissing Tweek - met his gaze and gave a wink. Pete - to say the least - did not like the implications.
"YOU LET GO OF HIM YOU SADISTIC FUCK!" Craig shouted. Even from where Pete was, he could tell it soon wouldn't matter what their kidnapper did with the twitching blonde; the others skin already paling two shades lighter than it had been.
Tweek was twitching as much as he could without inflicting further pain. His jerky movements didn't stop the vampire-wanna-be, though. Tweek's eyes met Craig's. Pete watched as he tried to pull away from his torturer, trying to tell Craig something before he bled out. Every time, Mike would shut him back up. "Craig, Pete, I… I'm… I'm s… I'M SORRY!"
"Don't apologize, Tweek. It's not your fault. None of us deserve this," Pete said with a glare towards the head vampire.
"I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL, MOTHERFUCKER!"
Mike gave a smile, finally leaving Tweek. "That's the idea," he said with a dark smirk on his translucently-pale face. The hooded boy then glared at him, but it quickly melted into an expression of worry when he sees Tweek slumped over in the chair.
"Tweek… Tweek, say something!" Craig cried, "Please!"
It was too late, though. Tweek already bled out.