(A/n: Ms. Rain here with chapter six with a little something towards the end of the chapter. Please enjoy)

Chapter 6: Sweet Allure

Tweek sits nervously on the bleachers in his second period class, Gym, with Stan and Kyle. Their gym teacher, Coach Stuart McCormick stands before his students in the center of the gymnasium. It is your typical gym consisting of four basketball hoops, two of them are down on opposites ends of the court, and the other two on the left and right are up. The vinyl floor is spotless of any dirt, scratches or grime, the lights above the gym shining clearly through the clean floor. The outlines on the court are black, and plastic windows are on the upper left and right side, showing the heavy rain outside.

Coach McCormick clears his throat for his classes attention, even though there isn't a need to because everyone is silent. "Alright," he starts in a southern accent. "We have two new students joinin' us today so I want them to come on up."

Tweek's anxiety increases as he hesitantly stands from the bleachers, Stan holding back the urge to groan as he gets on his feet, growing tired of his teachers being lazy about not introducing their new students themselves. He doesn't even care that this is his second period class, doing a simple name call isn't so hard.

Both Tweek and Stan position themselves on either side of the brown haired, cap wearing man: Tweek on his left and Stan on his right. "Alright which one of you wanna go first?" He asks.

"I will," Stan sighs, much to Tweek's relief. He is way too nervous right now to speak and is afraid that he might embarrass himself in front of the twenty-something students here. That would be way too much pressure!

"My names Stan Marsh, nice to meet you all." He may have said this with a blank look and in an uninterested tone but he didn't mean anything by it, however half of the vampire students think otherwise for they give him a disgusted scowl. One of them, a teenager sitting in the far corner of the bleachers is giving him a peculiar look. A gaze Stan cannot describe, but knows it's something definitely not good as their eyes sent a shiver down his spine. He knows better than to think it's the coolness of the gym, the vampire's coal black eyes boring into him as if he is sucking him into his void-like orbs.

"You're up next blondie,"Coach McCormick addresses to Tweek, pulling Stan out of his thoughts. He finds the other blonde haired teen sitting back against the closed bleachers with his arms crossed and eyes closed. He gives the male a skeptical glare but pushes the matter aside, it was probably nothing, just some asshole trying to scare him is all, he thinks.

Tweek swallows the lump in his throat, body tensing and heart racing. The eyes of every vampire on the bleachers makes him feel even more nervous, waiting for him to say his name so they can go about their class. Somehow Tweek doesn't find doing it as easy as in his previous period, it was thanks to Kenny that he'd gotten through it without embarrassing himself. Kyle doesn't seem like he is going to help him though, but rather stare at him with a look that's urging him to hurry up and stop wasting time. To make him feel even worse, he didn't drink any coffee let alone eat any breakfast earlier thanks to him being in the infirmary over night.

Stan notices red seeping into Tweek's neck bandage, he rushes over to him hoping the teen wouldn't pass out from his strenuous thinking. Coach McCormick sees it also and sighs before walking away to his office, not in the mood to deal with an injured student this early in the morning plus the faint smell of Tweek's blood is starting get to him.

Stan pays the man no mind as he asks Tweek if he is alright, but he doesn't get an answer. The crazy haired blonde's skin is pale and he is breathing heavily, his bandage is slowly being dyed red with his blood. Stan curses, then places Tweek's arm over his shoulder so the deathly pale teen doesn't collapse.

The vampire students say nothing as they watch the scene before them, the smell of Tweek's blood has some ready to jump out of their seats, ready to suck him dry while the others cringe at the odd scent. One look from their Student Committee President halts the thirsty vampires from even thinking about harming the human further before he walks over to the duo.

"Let me take him to the infirmary," Kyle insists dully.

Stan glares at the redhead for his lack of a concerning tone, at least mean like you're going to take care of him. "It's okay I can take him myself," he says before slowly walking to the double doors.

"Do you even know where it is?" Kyle asks, testing to see if the noirette paid attention to Kenny's tour last night.

Stan pauses. Did Kenny show them where the infirmary was last night? After what happened yesterday in Craig and his two boyfriends' room, he could have forgotten the whole layout of the school for all he knew. But now is not the time to be standing here wasting time, Tweek needs medical attention asap.

"Yeah I know where it is so I'll be going now." With that said, he proceeds to the the double doors only to be stopped yet again by the redhead. Kyle quickly intercepted him, blocking his way from leaving the gym. He could go to the other set of doors on the opposite side, but he's already this close to the ones in front of him.

Stan glares at Kyle again for his further delay in time. "Dude get the hell outta the way, can't you see-"

"Yeah I can clearly see that Tweek needs help, that's why I should be the one to take him, not you." Kyle gives him a look stating he feels he is responsible for Tweek's injury, which Stan thinks he is undoubtedly the reason Tweek got hurt in the first place. If he hadn't of told Kenny to have them meet those crazy vampires, Tweek wouldn't be this way and he is pretty sure Kyle is thinking the exact same thing.

The thought of the three made Stan recall of learning of Craig's past last period. It still baffles him to think that the tall noirette would suddenly go crazy out of the blue. He gets the feeling that his grudge about being a vampire was a ploy otherwise he wouldn't be this way now, would he? Well he wouldn't really know since he is just a human, but something doesn't sit well with him about Craig, and locking eyes with the teen earlier increased his curious suspicions about the vampire.

Stan sighs, pushing the issue away for another time. The insane vampire is not of his concern right now. "Alright fine you can take him, you owe him that much at least for last night." He gives Kyle a warning glare to which he ignores as he takes Tweek from Stan, carrying him bridal style. Kyle can't help but notice that the blonde was light for his age, any normal human can carry him as if he were ordinary lightweight.

He leaves the gym, Stan sighing once again as he rubs the back of his neck. Not a split second later does he feel a pair of eyes on him, but he doesn't even need to turn around to see who it is staring at him, he knows this feeling all to well after the first time. Stan heads back and sits on the bleachers, ignoring the blonde's stare while the class waits for their coach to return.

Coach McCormick comes back two minutes later yawning.

As Kyle carries Tweek to the infirmary, both only lightly drenched from the rain thanks to the redhead teleporting them inside the school, Kyle thinks back on what Stan told him much to his disliking. Just because it was his fault Tweek got hurt in the first place doesn't mean he is going to be his caretaker. He looks down at the pale, unconscious teen in his arms. The left side of his neck is a deep red, but it doesn't push Kyle to go faster, losing that much blood isn't fatal. He continues to look at Tweek's slender neck, captivating his lime-green eyes by the blood coating the bandage. For some odd reason, the scent of Tweek's blood is...sweet, as if he has nothing but sugar running through his veins.

Kyle isn't so keen on drinking blood directly from a human, if he was then it would be his very first time doing so. The thought of tasting this sugary, sweet smelling fluid makes his senses go crazy, screaming at him to get a taste.

He doesn't register the fact that he has suddenly stopped walking, red bangs hanging past his eyes that are transfixed on Tweek's neck. Slowly, he leans down towards the unconscious teen's throat, his mouth slightly open revealing the tips of his sharp canines, unknowingly ready to taste the blood running through Tweek's veins.

Once he is mere inches away from biting down on the slender neck, he can practically hear Tweek's pulse in his own ears. The slow, steady beat of his heart only urges Kyle to taste his blood more, and he opens his mouth slightly wider.

"Almost there..."

"Ngh..."

The sudden sound of Tweek groaning in his sleep stops him, his canines a bite away from their neck. Kyle snaps out of it as Tweek starts squirming a little in his hold, if Kyle hadn't of cleared his cloudy mind he would've dropped the teen where he's standing. Tweek slowly opens his eyes, feeling oddly comfortable for some reason. He tries not to get too relaxed in the welcoming sensation, also trying to recall what happened in his fuzzy mind.

He remembers being in his second period class, then the coach calling on both him and Stan to introduce themselves. Stan went first before his turn came up a couple of seconds later, and from there, the last thing he recalls is feeling a throbbing pain in his neck before his vision dimmed then completely go black.

So where is he now?

"I'm taking you to the infirmary so hang on." Tweek almost jumps at the closeness of the familiar voice, as his vision slowly clears he sees the person's blurry red hair. Kyle starts back walking once Tweek has settled down, said blonde blushing once he notices the position he is in- in both embarrassment and awkwardness.

He glances up at Kyle, finding the vampire teen's eyes appearing blank and distant. Tweek slightly relaxes in Kyle's arms as the redhead takes him to their destination, inwardly telling himself that he is not supposed to be enjoying being carried like a girl, no matter what happened to him.

Kyle inwardly berates himself during the walk. He has better self-control than to let some enticing smell lure him into nearly losing his head. He's trained himself over the years to overcome occurrences like these, also never giving in to the 'voice' inside his head either, believing an animal smelled and undoubtedly tasted better than mortal blood.

But he was proven wrong today it seems.

Kyle reaches Dr. Kero's office a minute later. He doesn't see how the gym is far from this place knowing damn well injuries occur mostly in that period- well along with Mr. Thorn's class and a few other ones also, but still. Kyle knocks on the door with his foot, but the doctor doesn't open it in his normal time frame. He decides not to wait any longer for the old man to open the door so he opens it himself by balancing Tweek in his right arm, quickly opening the door with his left. They enter the room, finding the male nurse absent, and Kyle inwardly groans but outwardly scowls at no one or anything in particular.

He walks over to one of the beds to place Tweek on, noticing that the first bed's sheets are gone. Dr. Kero most likely went to change them for whatever reason Kyle thinks so he walks over to the bed by the window, the white curtains open revealing the downpour outside. He gently places Tweek on the bed, then decides on what to do next. He can either tend to the crazy haired blonde himself or wait for Dr. Kero to return to do the task.

"U-umm Kyle?" Asks Tweek tentatively. Kyle turns his attention to him, and Tweek frowns at the still present blank look in his eyes. Tweek lowers his gaze to the white sheets on the bed, Kyle's expressionless gaze unnerving him. "I-I just wanted to-"

"No need to thank me," Kyle states flatly. "It was the least I could do since you got hurt because of me in the first place."

Tweek says nothing as Kyle walks over to the doctor's cabinets for some clean bandages, a cotton swab, and disinfectant. He finds the needed items, and walks back over to Tweek. "Do you want me to do it or Dr. Kero?"

Tweek thinks over his question for a second. "Y-you can do it," he mumbles, much to Kyle's shock. He thought the human teen hated him for what happened to him, he wouldn't be here let alone injured if Kyle hadn't of suddenly decided they see 'The Dangerous Three.' He places the items on the bed before going to get a stool, placing it in front of Tweek.

"Scoot closer," he instructs.

Tweek does as told, and Kyle reaches for his bloody bandage, making him flinch. Kyle pauses as he looks at the nervous teen, Tweek mumbles an apology at his abrupt action.

Kyle sighs, this is the one thing he dislikes about humans: they can never make up their mind. "Look if you didn't want me to do this in the first place then you should've said so."

Tweek frowns at his irritated tone, looking down at his lap. He didn't mean to jump, he just wasn't accustomed to anyone touching his neck. He apologizes again making Kyle sigh a second time, there is silence except the rain beating against the window outside.

"I want you to do it," Tweek suddenly says, his voice a soft whisper. His eyes are still to his lap for he is not ready to meet Kyle's dull gaze again, getting the feeling that the redhead doesn't like him when he looks like that.

"Are you sure?" Kyle asks, trying not to look troubled at the greatly soaked bandage around Tweek's neck. He's still losing blood as the seconds progress. Tweek nods an affirmative with his head still down, he just wants to get this over with. He can only tell that he is losing more blood by the metallic sent traveling into his nose, he hears Kyle tell him to lift up his head so he can get started.

He does so then Kyle reaches for his neck again. Tweek tells himself not to move as Kyle's cold, soft fingers slowly remove the bandage. All the while Kyle tells himself not to succumb to the smell of Tweek's sweet smelling blood once the bandage is off, the scent stronger now that it isn't concealed anymore. He bites the inside of his cheek as he places the bloody wrap on the white sheets, not caring if the blood gets on them.

He grabs the disinfectant and the cotton swab, warning Tweek that it will sting once he applies it on his wound. He dips the cotton swab in the bottle then closes it. He looks to Tweek who nods, prepared to have the soft, wet fabric touch his neck.

Kyle slowly dabs at his neck, Tweek hissing with his eyes clenched shut. "Bear with it for a sec," Kyle tells him. He does the same procedure two more times before using the dry end of the swab to wipe off the remaining blood on Tweek's neck. Said teen sighs in relief once it is over, the stinging pain was unbearable but he miraculously managed.

Kyle takes the bloody bandage and cotton swab to the trashcan, looking down at the materials containing Tweek's blood with grimace before throwing them away. He places the disinfectant back in the cabinet shortly after, then walks back over to Tweek to finish up. "Can you stand up? It would be much easier to wrap the bandage around your neck than you sitting down."

Tweek gets out of bed and on his feet, but his vision suddenly starts swimming. Kyle catches him by his shoulders as soon as his legs give out, his back against Kyle's chest. Tweek blushes at the closeness between them yet again, finding Kyle's embrace oddly relaxing just like earlier.

"S-sorry...I'm okay now," he mumbles to which Kyle does not believe, Tweek is as pale as the sheets on the bed and he is panting as if he had been running. Kyle was about to tell the teen to sit on the stool instead before a familiar smell enters his nose, the close proximity between them making the smell hit him like a punch to the face. The 'voice' in his head chuckles.

Suddenly, his eyes start struggling in color, red trying to overtake lime-green. Gradually, his hold on Tweek's shoulders tighten amidst his struggle, not hearing said teen asking him what's wrong. His mind is only focused on the blood trying overtake his senses—no not the blood, him. Kyle has to warn Tweek before it's too late.

"T-Tweek...g-get a-away," he barely manages to say, his grip on the blonde only increasing the more he fights. Tweek clenches his teeth in pain at the strong grip on his shoulders, just what the hell's happening to Kyle all of a sudden? Before he can grasp the situation, he is suddenly and roughly pushed to the bed. He quickly turns over with wide eyes directed at Kyle, the redhead has his teeth tightly clenched as he hugs himself.

"Kyle what's-"

An abrupt red-eyed glare from Kyle makes him freeze, the look paralyzes Tweek in fear as he lays there on the bed looking up at him with horror stricken wide eyes. Kyle suddenly smiles, it is a predator-like smile that makes Tweek's skin crawl. The redhead slowly inches towards him, his smile growing the closer he gets to Tweek.

Tweek tries to move, but fear has a strong hold on him, not allowing him to go anywhere. Is Kyle going to kill him? Is he going to die by the hands of a vampire?

Kyle roughly pins Tweek's arms above his head, licking his cheek then the edge of his lips before kissing him. Tweek stiffens at the sudden kiss, his mind flooding with a million of questions that he knows will not be answered. But...the kiss isn't aggressive or hungry like Tweek thought it was going to be. "Mmmph mph mmmph!" Feebly, he squirms underneath Kyle the longer the kiss progresses, but due to that he loses the last remaining strength he had, and ends up giving in.

Kyle kisses him for a couple more seconds before pulling back, a trail of saliva leaving from their lips. Kyle's red eyes soften much to Tweek's confusion, but the kiss left him breathless and much weaker to ponder the matter.

"You know it's your fault for having such sweet smelling blood my dear Tweeky," he hears Kyle accuse, cringing slightly at the nickname.

Sweet smelling blood? What is he talking about?

"You see, poor Kyle couldn't handle the alluring smell anymore," his tone is soft, Tweek can feel his breath against his neck, where his bite wound is. "So I decided to do him a favor and take over for him, to save him the trouble."

Kyle licks his neck, sending a shiver through Tweek's body at the wet, soft fleshy organ on his skin. "J-just what the hell a-are you saying?" Tweek finds himself asking though his mind is a jumbled mess at this point. He is surprised he can still think straight, fear is probably keeping his mind focused at the moment he thinks.

Kyle chuckles at the question, sitting up with his predatory smile still present. "What I'm saying Tweeky is that your blood will get you killed one day. It seems Craig doesn't like sweets otherwise he would've made you his special meal for him and his boyfriends to share."

Tweek's eyes widen in horror at that, but tries desperately not to envision himself being sucked clean by Craig and his boyfriends. This is all to sudden, just what the hell is going on? He gets that blood can drive a vampire mad, but what does Kyle mean about his blood smelling sweet?

"Kyle-"

"Nope, I'm gonna tell you right now that I'm not Kyle," his smile turns into a Cheshire-like grin as he leans down to his ear. "My name is Luke, and I'm his alter-ego."

Before Tweek can ask what he meant by that, the redhead bites down on his neck. He gasps at the action, his blue-green eyes slowly dulling in color as Luke continues to drink from him. "N-no...s-stop." His weak plea is left unheard. Luke lets up five seconds later with a content smile on his face, a trail of blood descending his chin.

Luke looks down at the heavily panting Tweek, his eyes half-closed, struggling to stay open. Luke kisses him one last time, Tweek tasting his own blood in his mouth. It is not sweet as Luke says it is. Just metallic.

The redhead pulls back licking the trail of blood with his tongue from his chin. "Well that was fun, but I must go. Kyle's throwing a fit right now, but it's his on fault for not claiming you first."

He releases his hold on Tweek's wrist as he stands up, giving Tweek one last look with a satisfied smile. "I'll hopefully see you later Tweeky, don't die on me okay?" And with that he is gone, leaving a black smoke behind where he once stood.

Tweek lays there, deathly pale, panting, and his neck leaking fresh blood from his wound. He passes out shortly after once he hears the room's door open followed by a shout of concern.

(A/n: One more to go, and I hoped you like both the action between Kyle and Tweek and this chapter. The next chapter will be up soon)