After the savage beating was finally over; Bloodrayne's corpse was covered in cuts, bruises, and blood soaked her once silver hair - giving it an almost cherry-like color. Meanwhile, the three captives that had been forced to watch this brutal killing all silently mourned the loss of the seemingly sane vamp girl, including Pete, and it wasn't long after her life was ended that Mike's male minion, who was covered in Bradley's blood, comes back into the room once more.

"Vladimir!" Mike yelled when he saw the others form re-enter the room, covered in blood that proved a waste to him. "Did her call go through?"

"No, sir. I saw her on her phone, waiting for it to pick up. I hung up before someone answered, but I imagine they'll track it. I suggest that whatever you do with these three needs to be done soon," he replied obediently.

"Then take care of her body however you want." Mike ordered, kicking the girl's corpse harshly. "Burn her out back, cut her into little pieces, defile it in any sick manner you can think of; I don't care. Just get rid of her remains. I need to speed things along here before people show up asking questions."

Vladimir nods before dragging Bloodrayne's body into the darkness, and as soon as he left, the head vampire turns his attention to his last three captives. The sociopath then walked towards the blonde child and put his hands on either side of his head.

"W-What are you doing?!" Butters asks in pure terror.

"Lucky you," The other murmured, ignoring the blonde's question. "It seems you get a swift, painless death."

Before Butters could even reply, Mike forcibly twisted his head to one side. A sickening crunch echoed throughout the room. Pete and Craig both flinched at the sound and stared in horror at the blonde's limp, lifeless form.

"You got off easy, traitor." Mike muttered. He then unlatched Butters from his restraints, and lets the blonde's lifeless body drop to the ground before turning to his last two victims. "Alright, which one of you is next?" The Goth stayed quiet, assuming Craig was going to do the same, but to his greatest surprise, he heard the others voice suddenly speak up.

"I'll go."

"WHAT?!" Pete exclaimed; shocked at the hooded boys words.

"I said I volunteer to go next." Craig clarified; eyes locked on the ground. "I've been thinking about this ever since Tweek died, and...I just can't take any more of this bullshit, dude. My best friend is dead, and not coming back. I have nothing else to live for." The blue eyed boy then looks up at Mike, and gives him a cold, emotionless stare. "You want my blood, you sick fuck? Then come and get it. I won't even fight you."

A devilish smirk came to the faux vampire's face.

"So be it."

The psychotic, wannabe vampire stalked over to Craig, and released him from his restraints. And, just as the other had said, he didn't struggle nor even say a word as Mike dragged him over to the chair. Mike then straps the other in, and smirks down victoriously at the trapped raven-haired boy before him.

"I must say, I'm a little disappointed in you, Tucker." Mike teased. "No cursing, struggling, or even a last minute attempt to get free. You're making this very boring for me."

"Just kill me already." Craig demanded in a monotone voice. "I'm sick of this place."

Mike smirked and gave an indifferent shrug before getting the double syringes. He then jabs it into the stoic boys neck, and he seemed to give a momentary wince of pain before his face goes back to it's emotionless, almost bored expression. His blood then began to travel through the tubes, and into the waiting container.

In seconds, Craig's body had paled considerably, and his eyes were beginning to close.

"Won't be long now." Mike observed with a dark smile. "Any last words, Tucker?"

"Yeah...but not to you." Craig said, a momentary flash of defiance coming into his eyes. He then looks over to Pete before saying, "Hey...Pete, was it? You...have to promise me something."

The Goth nodded before saying, "Anything."

"Promise that...if you somehow kill Mike and escape this place….you won't let my sister find out Tweek and I died." Craig struggled to get out. "Tell her...I ran off with him to somewhere we wouldn't be judged for our sexuality. She'll like that. And...apologize to Token and Clyde. Say….I'm sorry I couldn't save us."

"Of course."

Craig let his eyes close before saying, "Then I can leave this world in peace...thanks to you." He added something. "Oh… and Mike?"

"Yes?"

He struggled to turn his wrist, but he slowly - painfully slowly - managed to raise his middle finger one last time.

And that was it.

The hooded boy went quiet, and the last of his blood was pumped through the tubes. Pete felt tears once again well up in his eyes, but this time, he didn't fight them back.