Kyle's P.O.V.

Ow, fuck that rock cut my head.

Damned high schoolers. Bunch of assholes on bikes who think they're so cool. Well, that's not fair. Not all of them are that bad. Just these. I bet some are really nice.

I rolled over onto my back and groaned. I stayed still to account for all my injuries. My nose, ribs, and stomach were killing me. I sighed as I heard Kenny's footsteps coming over toward me.

God, he must think I'm such a stupid weak human right now.

Kenny stood over me and said something that I didn't quite catch because of blood dripping into my ears. Something like Kyle, run.

Like the idiot I am, I just mumbled something like why. Should have run for my life. What the hell was he doing? He carefully sank to his knees beside me, pulling me into his lap. I got one good look at him and could tell that he was going into one of those frenzies he talked about earlier.

He put his mouth over my neck and let his fangs pop into my skin.

Ow! That fucking hurts!

I started to feel myself get light-headed and a sick feeling made my stomach do flip-flops.

Oh. My. God. He's draining me of my blood!

Are these going to be my last thoughts? Am I going to die today? Will anyone come to help? Shit, do I want anyone to help? All they would do is turn me into a Vamp, and I'm not sure if that's what I want!

After a couple more seconds, he pulled away. Even though he stopped, I was still losing blood. I was about to lose consciousness when I heard Brandy come and yell at Kenny.

Don't yell at him, I wanted to tell her. It's not his fault. Not his fault...

All of a sudden, this liquid fire was being forced down my throat. I coughed and choked and tried to spit it out. I figured they were trying to help me out, so I did my best to not puke it up. The taste of it reminded me of when I would lose a tooth when I was little (before my quantum physics incident).

My vision started to go bright red. My stomach had a slushy feeling to it. I heard more talking, then I was lifted off the ground and rushed to the Twins house. The whole time I feel like an ice-cube. I shuddered uncontrollably for the rest of the time I was being carried. I opened my eyes and looked up at Kenny. I wanted to tell him sorry so bad, but the icy feeling kept my mouth shut.

We got to the house quickly, and I was passed to Stan. He zoomed me up the stairs with his crazy fast wolf powers. I felt my body shivering, but the ice made the action feel wrong. The red in my vision started to burn my eyes, so I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as I could.

My last thought before I blacked out completely was:

How am I going to explain this to my mom?

When I woke up, my throat hurt like a bitch. It was like having strep throat, without the random coughing. I kept my breathing even, because I could sense someone else in the room. But that didn't make sense. The Twins don't own a dog, unless its.

"Kyle? Are you awake? Dude, are you okay?" Yep. Stan. God, why does he smell this bad?

"I'm awake. I wish I wasn't." I mumbled, keeping my eyes closed.

"Dude, what happened? Did Kenny drink from you? If you need me to kill him, I'm cool with that. Stupid Vamp needs to learn his place!"

"No! Don't. It wasn't his fault, dude. Why do you hate Vamps so much?" I ask. If this is what he thinks of Kenny, what would he think about me being one?!

"I think that once someone becomes one of them," he said with venom in his voice. "That they lose all senses of their soul. Kenny doesn't seem the same to me anymore. Doesn't joke around as much as he used to. Ya know?"

"Yeah, I guess. He seems the same to me, though. Do you seriously hate Vamps that much, Stan." my voice almost broke. I had to fight to keep my eyes closed. After a second, I just rolled over facing away from him and opened my sore eyes a bit.

"No, I just don't like how the change makes people different. It changes people. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason." Shit. I was caught. But how long could I have hidden something that big from my super best friend?

"Really? I think you have a reason for asking, and its a damned big one if you won't look me in the eye." he accused.

I opened my eyes all the way, trying to gather the courage to roll back over when I see a mirror on the wall angled just enough for me and Stan to lock eyes. Mother fucker!

"KYLE! Your.. your eyes. They're red. Like blood. Why..?" I rolled over to face him, but he didn't look at my eyes anymore. They were on my neck where Kenny bit me. "He didn't! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!"

"No! Stan, it wasn't Kenny's fault!" I was too late. He was already out of the room. I jumped out of the bed and chased after him. I had to stop, because I should have passed out from the sudden movement. Instead, I felt powerful. Strong. I looked over to the mirror to see me, but I looked different. Handsome. Me, but graceful and surprisingly masculine (which was weird because everyone thought I looked like a chick).

I tore my eyes away from the mirror and ran after Stan. If he got too close to Kenny, he would use that cross Candy gave him and stab him.

Wait. Why am I so concerned about Kenny? He's a Vamp, he can handle himself...

I shook my head, trying to get rid of my thoughts and just catch Stan. The physical power came easy. Everything was easy, besides dealing with the burning throat. That hurt. A lot.

"Stan! Get back here or else I'll OOf!" as I was running one of my shoes caught on a loose board. I tumbled down the stairs, and magically landed like a spider-monkey on Stan's back. What happened to graceful?

"Kyle, what the hell.. AH!" We went tumbling down the stairs together, his wet dog smell hopefully not rubbing off on my clothes.

We finally hit the bottom of the stairs, and in the worst position possible. I was laying on my back, with Stan straddling my hips. This does not help my argument of my heterosexuality. I tried to push him off, but he refused to move.

"Stan. Off. Now!" I said through my teeth. Not helping my case at all!

"Kyle... your eyes. They're the color of blood. Kenny killed your green eyes. That bastard." he sighed and stood up. I stood up, expecting to be dizzy, but feeling like I did earlier. Powerful.

Powerful Vamps don't go falling down stairs.

"Yeah, Stan. Blame Kenny for saving my life. If he wouldn't have changed me, I would have died of blood loss."

"It was his fault you were losing blood in the first place!"

"Maybe, but you still don't need to blame him for this! I don't."

"Maybe you should. You could have went on with your life. Gone to a good college and watch Ike grow up and everything you always wanted."

"I can still do those things, Stan. I'm just going to be a little limited on what I do."

"Limited? Limited! You're a fucking vampire, Kyle! You won't be able to eat normal food without gagging! Your eyes look like blood! Your going to spontaneously combust in the sunlight!"

"Yes, that may be true, but what if I were dead? Would I have done anything then? No. I wouldn't. So just deal with it Stan. And what about you? Every full moon you have to be chained to a wall. And if you ever got mad you'd be putting everyone around you at risk for death or change!"

"I didn't choose this! It just happened!"

"Yeah, but you don't see me blaming Candy!"

"That's different!"

"How? How is it different Stan?"

"Because Candy didn't suck half the blood from my body!"

"Oh my God, Stan! Just drop it! If you want to blame Kenny, fine. Do that. But I'm not going to. Because it's not his fault."

"There you go, making him look like a fucking god. Why are you so concerned about Kenny anyways?" Oh shit. Super best friend read my mind earlier. Mother fucker.

"Because he saved me?"

"That sounded like a question, Ky."

"I'm sorry? What the fuck do you want me to say? He saved me, he changed me, and thanks to him I'm still alive to do all the things I wanted to as a human. Tell me, Stan. What. Do. I. Say?"

"Say you're not going to change like he did. Say your going to still be my super best friend. Say something that Kyle would say."

"I am Kyle, but Kyle doesn't know what to say now. Of course we're still going to be super best friends! And I'm not going to change! Is that what you think Kyle would say?"

"Close enough." he smiled. I looked around the room, finding nobody. I started laughing, and he looked at me weird. "Whats so funny?"

"No one's even here! You couldn't have gotten to Kenny in the first place!" I started laughing harder, which made my laughs sound like giggles. And me sound like a girl. Dammit!

"Kyle, your such a girl."

"Stop reading my mind!"

"I'm reading your mind?"

"No, maybe, yeah..." Fuck.

"Woo! I'm a mind reader! Yeah!" Wow. He's such a retard sometimes.

"Okay what am I thinking now?" I asked.

"That you have a kick ass super best friend?"

"Nope!" I stuck my tongue out at him like I was a five year old. He did the same, flipping me off as well. I flipped him off right back. He mock punched me in the arm, and I punched him back. A little too hard. He went flying across the room, slamming into the wall.

"OW!" he got up carefully, bending over like an old man, holding his back. I laughed and walked over to help him up. "Still Kyle. Crazy strong, but still Kyle." I smiled.

"Well who the hell did you think it was?"

"Want the truth or a lie?"

"Truth please?"

"Well, I thought you were Damien. That fag that came to our school in elementary. I thought he was possessing you or somethin'." He looked down.

"How dare you think such an asshole could ever possess this hot body?" I did a bad model pose.

"Oh yes. I was soooo wrong." he rolled his eyes. "So, where is everyone?"

"They all went to get something to eat." someone answered. We looked around, but didn't see anybody. "Up here, fella's!"

"Wha-? OH! Butters! How long have you been sitting on the chandelier?" I asked.

"Oh, long enough." he hopped down and smiled at us. "Don't worry, I'm not a gossip. I won't tell."

"It's not like we're keeping it a secret." Stan said.

"That model pose should be kept a secret. Wouldn't help Kyle's masculinity much, huh?" he smirked.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Please don't tell?" I asked him.

"Okay. I'll not gossip about this one." Butters said.

"Okay. Thanks, Butters." Stan said.

"No problem. The others went to McDonald's, by the way." and with that, he jumped with amazing power back up to the chandelier. "I think I'll take a nap."

"Bye, Butters!" Stan and I said in unison as we left.

"Hey, Stan?"

"Yes, Ky?"

"Don't kill Kenny."

"Fine." and with that, we walked to McDonald's in search of the others.