Somehow I accidentally deleted this chapter, but it should be fixed now! Sorry if it caused any confusion for people reading for the first time. QAQ
Eric had been studying with Kyle for a week and a half when he got a text message from Butters that simply read, "I have the answers you're looking for." Eric thought this was the gayest text he'd ever received and vowed to punch Butters for being such a bloodsucking faggot.
The tutoring with Kyle had been going shockingly well. Though the two boys were usually at each other's throats, the few times they'd met to do homework had been eerily civil. There was still a lot of tension in the air. Kyle was completely healed now, and he was tense from trying to figure out if Eric had ulterior motives. On the other hand, Eric was tense because he was constantly restraining himself from leaning across the library table and sinking his fangs into Kyle's skin.
Eric's plan was still in development. He had been waiting to hear from Butters to figure out what his next move would be. The first part was taken care of; ensure that there was a series of opportunities to be alone with Kyle, which without the tutoring would've been completely unheard of. Eric had been patting himself on the back every day for that moment of brilliance. The only problem is he had to actually study in order for Kyle to believe it wasn't a ruse. Weak.
When Eric got the text from Butters he was in one of his study sessions with Kyle. He made a rushed excuse to end it early and immediately hurried over to Butters' house. Butters was in his room, not being grounded for once, but instead doing chores.
"Oh my god, Butters. You're folding laundry?"
"Well, this laundry isn't gonna fold itself…" he said. Eric groaned.
"Folding laundry is something you do when you're grounded! Is this what you do for fun?"
"No! When I want to have fun I sing and play with action figures."
"One day I'm going to kill you, Butters."
"W-what?"
"Nothing." Eric sat down on the floor near Butters. "So what did you find out?"
"Right right…" Butters face darkened. "You're not going to like it."
"Tell me."
"My contact says that for a vampire to regularly drink the blood of a human, the human and the vampire need to be…"
"Spit it the fuck out, Butters."
"They need to be lovers."
Eric stared at him. "You're kidding."
"No." Butters sighed. "I guess there's this kind of venom in vampire fangs, and when you've sucked enough blood to fill your appetite you release this venom into your victim's blood stream and they turn into a vampire."
"Ok…"
"So if you drank as much as you wanted of Kyle's blood, he'd become a vampire too."
"And he'd be as strong and cool as me. No, that's completely out of the question."
"Also his blood wouldn't be so goshdarn delicious anymore because all vampire blood tastes the same. …And wouldn't that just suck."
Eric walked over to Butters and punched him hard in the shoulder.
"Ow!"
"Sorry I meant to do that earlier, but I forgot. Thanks for reminding me."
Butters pouted for a bit before continuing. "Well the point is the only way to drink Kyle's blood is to have sex with him."
"Why the fuck is that?"
"It will curb your appetite. You won't suck enough to release the venom. You'll just jet your juice instead."
"Jet my juice?"
"You know… squirt out your creamy white goo."
"Ugh! Fuck that!" Eric stood up to leave.
"W-wait," Butters stammered. "You're just gonna give up?"
Eric paused in the doorway. "Yeah. What's the problem?"
"Well I just thought you were going to try and get that blood whatever it takes."
"Butters, you just told me in order to suck Kyle's blood I need to have sex with a dude. I thought at least there would be some sweet vampire mind control power I got to learn, or a spell that would make Kyle forget every time I fed off him. That would be cool. This is just gay."
Eric left Butters gaping on the floor of his room. As he walked out of the house he took a moment to think seriously about what Butters had said. Truthfully, Eric wasn't that opposed. He just didn't want to give Butters the satisfaction of thinking Eric was a homo. Butters was right though. Eric desperately wanted that blood. If there was no other way to escape the power Kyle had over him than so be it. He couldn't allow Kyle's blood to keep being his Achilles's heel.
When Eric got home he propped up Clyde Frog at the head of his bed.
"What should I do, Clyde Frog?"
Well Cartman, rape is frowned on in most societies and I personally think it's wrong.
"Yeah I agree. But how the fuck else am I going to get Kyle to have sex with me?"
Just be yourself, Eric. If you were able to be open and vulnerable with someone, I'm sure they'd want to be intimate with you.
"That is the worst advice I've ever heard, Clyde Frog. No offense."
None taken. Hey Eric, I just wanted to tell you that I'd still like you if you were gay. We could still hang out and stuff.
"Thanks, Clyde Frog. You're the best friend I've ever had."
The next day was cold. The ice on the ground had completely melted, but the morning air was still crisp and frigid. Eric could see his breath as he yawned sleepily. He groaned as he realized he would have to bear with the study sessions for a little longer. But nonetheless Eric was determined to have his way, even if it meant having his way with Kyle.