(A/n: Ms. Rain here with the final chapter of season 1. Please enjoy)

Chapter 12: Human and Vampire World

"Are you sure you want to do zhis?"

"Yeah, you and I both know we need to."

Tch whatever, let's just 'urry up and get zhis over wizh zhen."

"CLINK"

Scythe and shovel clash after their owners words have been spoken. Kyle and Christophe are sparring in a parking lot in between abandoned buildings, Kyle deemed it necessary to work on strengthening themselves without the use of the synchronization pills. After the battle that occurred days prior to now, Christophe thought it was a good idea, but only if he weren't his sparring partner. Kyle was having none of it. He stated that he was the strongest of them all so he would be a fitting training partner. It wasn't easy getting the lazy brunette out of his office, but threatening to take his cigarettes away did the trick.

Christophe easily dodges an attack from Kyle, then distances himself from the teen by a few feet. "Zhis reminds me of when me and your botzer used to spar like zhis. Except I ended up killing 'im."

"Like hell you did," Kyle scoffs. "And I'm glad you brought him up. Do you plan on using Stan just like how you did Luke?"

Luke Marson was Kyle's older brother by two years. He had chin-length curly red hair and red eyes, plus a cocky attitude to boot just because he was going to be the next successor of the Marson family. Actually he always had a smug persona way before that. Just like Kyle he was given a Cursed gear at a young age, that being 5 years old, however Luke accepted it with no complaints. On the inside, he was happy to be receiving a Cursed gear.

When the day came for him to receive said gear, he was immediately denied the power. The Cursed gear, dual pistols, refused to give up it's power to an arrogant brat who would use it for his own gain. When Micheal found out, he wanted him to try a different Cursed gear, but he received the same result. It was after his fourth try that his father thought of something else, something that would change the young boy's life forever. He was to become a Cursed gear himself. Luke wasn't into the idea, who would be?! He could die from such a risky experiment. Luke then thought that if they had a mother, she would beat his father silly for even suggesting it. But she sadly died when she gave birth to him.

Luke never did like his little brother since he was the cause of their mother's death. He completely ignored him as if he never existed. His father decided to wait until Luke was at a decent age to begin the experiment, which was when he turned 15 years old. The process was a bit complex, but Micheal made sure the experimentation became a success. What the man did was order his scientists to pick out any kind of object that would be a good choice for a Cursed gear, the item was a shovel. He gave the scientists no questioning looks thus they went to work, the last thing Luke saw before he slowly lost consciousness was a blank faced brunette in the doorway of the white room.

"Non Petit rousse," Christophe answers as he points his shovel at Kyle. "Your brotzer is inside 'ere after all. W'o knew 'e would be such a good Cursed gear." He turns to leave stating that their sparring session is now over, ignoring the redhead's questions about his brother.

"Ugggh, why the hell am I in here?" Stan groans as sets the book he was trying to read down on a table. He's in the library, having gotten tired of staying in bed all day so he decided to walk around to occupy his time. He entered this huge library just minutes ago, it consists of probably over a million books on the never-ending shelves and upon entering, five rows of circular tables are lined down the middle. Two sets of stairs are in the center of the library that will take you up to the second floor, and about a dozen of computers are lined up on either side of the first floor.

The first thing Stan did was get on the computer, but he couldn't do much on it because the librarian had only allowed a certain number of websites to be accessed. What the fudge was this, Elementary school? Like someone was going to go to an illegal website here in the army. So instead he decided to "read" since he was already in here, the first book he settled on looking at was one titled "The Different Ranks of Cursed Gear." The title alone peaked his interests so he actually sat down and opened the book wanting to read it contents. After skimming through the table of contents, he turned to the page covering about Black Demon Series weapons, but it had far too much information on them much to his disliking. He only read about three or four paragraphs before giving up. Maybe when his brain felt like containing more than one hundred words he might come back and read it again.

Groaning for the second time, Stan places his head down on the cool wooden surface, thinking that staying in bed would've been the better option until someone sits down at the table he's sitting at. "You? In a library? Were you that bored?"

Stan doesn't look up at the person, he just groans again. The next thing he knows is an object hitting him in the back of his head followed by, "You should've stayed in bed then."

Hissing as he sits up rubbing his head, Stan glares at the culprit. "Kyle you asshole, that shit hurts. Do you know how thick that book is?" He snatches the novel out of Kyle's hand then threatens to hit him with it to see how he would like it. But before he can do so, the librarian passes by giving him a scolding look. She walks over to them to take the book away then walks away grumbling about how teenagers needed to act their age and such. Kyle snickers behind his hand.

Stan flips her off behind her back then gets up heading out of the library. "How long have you been in here?" Kyle asks once he's walking beside the noriette.

"I don't know, probably no more than five minutes. Anyway I'm still boooored," he complains hunching forward then immediately regrets doing it. He hisses sharply as he soothes his back, forgetting that he's a young old man now thanks to the redhead beside him. "Do you even feel any sympathy for me? You're the one who freakin' did this to me in the first place." Stan doubts it, Kyle probably thinks that he deserved it for always being reckless and whatnot.

Kyle suddenly stops walking, his head looking down so that his bangs conceal his eyes. Stan stops also giving him a perplex look. "W-why did you have to say it like that? Of course I feel bad for doing that to you!" He practically shouts looking up with his lime-green eyes ready to shed some tears. "I already know that I'm the cause of your back, and I'm sorry okay? You didn't need to come at me like that." His voice ends in a weak whisper as his hair shadows his eyes again.

Stan blinks twice at the sudden change in Kyle's mood, he carefully straightens up his back and walks over to the redhead placing a hand on his shoulder. "Look, I..didn't mean to make it sound like I was actually upset at you or anything, I was only joking, okay dude?" He really didn't mean for it to sound like he was accusing Kyle for damaging his back, even though it is the truth, he was only stating it as a joke. But for him to suddenly get so emotional over it...

"Oh..I knew that cuz well, I was joking too."

Silence.

Stan stares at Kyle, and Kyle stares back...but then gives him a cheeky eye smile with a wave before running away from the teen.

After a few more seconds of silence, "YOU GODDAMN ASSHOLE!"

Kyle's laughter is heard somewhere within the building.

"D-did you hear that Craig?" Butters asks nervously, the aforementioned teen just shrugs apathetically.

The two of them are outside in the breezeway when they suddenly heard the familiar loud voice, Craig already knowing whom the voice belonged to. He somehow knew the other noriette would become restless sooner or later during the week, whenever they visited the teen he would always whine about how boring it was to sit in bed, and for someone to get him out of there. "Well it sounded like it came from Stan. Y-you don't think he's in trouble do ya? I mean he's supposed to be resting still so of course he's gonna be in trouble, so do ya think-"

"I think you need to quit rambling," Craig interrupts dully. "I don't know why you came out here with me." He walks over towards the steps to sit down on them as Butters nervously follows while rubbing his knuckles together with a light blush on his face.

"Aww no, I think I made him mad." He stands there staring at the ground all the while Crag sits there with his cheek in his palm looking bored. They say nothing for a minute until the silence is broken by yet another loud voice, it being from the same person. Craig sighs as he stands up dusting off his uniform, Butters remains silent.

"I know somethin's on your mind dude so go ahead an' say whatever it is you have to say before I leave." Butters is never really the one to be so quiet even when he's with Craig, he always has something he wants to say whether the latter is listening or not.

Butters stiffens as his cheeks turn a shade redder, Craig raises an eyebrow at this. "U-uh oh, he's figured me out. S-should I tell him or..." He looks up to find the tall teen staring at him with an eyebrow raised, waiting on him to say what is on his mind. The odd thing is that Craig isn't looking at him in an impatient manner, meaning he's willing to wait for him to say something. "I might as well tell him...even if he doesn't feel the same way." Such a thought puts a damper on his mood, Craig gives him a concerned look when he sees the blonde's sudden depressed expression.

It then hits Craig like a smack to the face, he knows this situation. He's experienced this on his third day here at the Moon Demon Company, the only difference is that it was a girl that confessed to him. He sighs scratching the back of his head with a faint blush. "Butters, do you like me?"

The question startles a shocked reaction out of Butters, his eyes wide. "Eh? H-how did he know?"

"I've been through something like this before, and you're probably thinking that I won't return your feelings aren't you?" Butters is stunned by the teen's accuracy, his blush only deepens at how right he is. "Looks like I was right." Over the years of him taking care of May, Craig has sharpened his way of reading people. It was only necessary since he was taking care of his sister by himself, well that's what he thought at least; even if the world is rid of half of the adult population. Needless to say, he grew into figuring people out based on their actions thus helped both him and his sister out in the long run.

"I-I umm, yes I do like you," Butters confesses sheepishly. "But how did you know?" Somehow the query makes Craig chuckle, Butters appears hurt by the action. Maybe he thinks this situation is funny because he'd been through this before like he said, he probably received the same question from his previous confessor(s). Craig is really good looking, and his personality isn't all that bad either, even though he hides it behind his stoic facade.

Butters had first developed feelings for Craig back when he, Stan, Kyle, and Craig all shared taking a shower, and just thinking back on that alone nearly made Butters lightheaded, his heart thumping wildly against his chest. His feelings later grew when they were fighting against the vampire army. He loved how Craig would always have his back whenever he was in or going to be in trouble, how strong and level-headed he is when he and Stan aren't trying to kill each other, and he loves how dependable he is.

He then thinks about how strong Craig is compared to him.

Why would he like a crybaby, a weakling- just a hindrance to the team back? "It's pointless to like someone like Craig."

"My bad, I don't think this is funny," Craig says with a small smile. "It's just that my previous confessors asked me the same thing." So Butters was right, but it doesn't make him feel any different. Then again he is curious as to how many confessed to him, he highly doubts any guys did it.

"C-can I ask how many confessed to you?" Butters wouldn't be surprised if his response is a none of your business, though he can pretty much guess that it's probably more than three.

"Five. Three girls, and two guys," Craig answers with a shrug. "I turned them down cuz for one, girls are too much trouble. And two, they were only into me for my looks and 'cool' personality. But I wasn't looking to be in a relationship anyway." He was solely focusing on his little sister at the time, still is, and made sure to never let his mind stray from such.

"I don't like you just for your looks! I like you cuz you're both cool, strong, and a nice person at heart!" Butters practically exclaims. Craig looks at him with slightly widen eyes, and it's only after his confession that he realizes what he had just said. He blushes as red as a tomato then buries his burning face into his hands. "Oh my gosh how embarrassing! I can't believe I said that!" His hands are suddenly pried away from his face, and the next thing he knows, a pair of lips are pressed against his. After few short seconds, the lips are gone and Butters stands there frozen still red in the face.

"Thanks Butters, I was actually waiting for someone to say something like that. To confess what they really feel not based on the obvious. I like you too dude."

"...I-I y-you l-li-like me..." Those were the only words Butters could utter before he fainted.

*Afternoon*

Christophe enters his office with a relived sigh, finally glad to be in his comfort zone. After he left Kyle, he just had to run into someone else, someone he really didn't want to meet in the hallway.

"Yo Chris where ya comin' from?"

He tried not to look irritated upon meeting the red haired female, but he really wanted to go to his office. His smokes are calling for him and he isn't that far away from his office's door. "Now'ere Red, now could you kindly leave me alone? I need to 'ead back to my office."

Red huffed at his statement, knowing that he's only going laze about in his office so she blocked his path. "Let me accompany you then. We can both finish whatever paperwork you have to do together," she offered with a smile trying to hide the fact that she was going to 'accompany' him to his office just to annoy him. She'd been really bored lately.

Christophe gave her a deadpan look. Did she really think he was going to agree to that so-called kind offer? She never volunteered to do anything especially paperwork, which he didn't have much to do, but he would finish them at a later time. He just wanted to smoke while listening to some smooth jazz, that's all he wanted to do. He walked past her to get to his haven only to be quickly intercepted once again by the persistent redhead. He let out an annoyed sigh as Red started rambling about how he should never ignore a lady when they kindly offered to do something. His office was almost within arms reach, containing his cigarettes and stereo. Those two things were both waiting for the Frenchman to use them.

Waiting.

"Let this be a lesson to you Chris, hopefully you'll heed the advice that I gave you. Hold on wait! Were you even listening to me?!" She glared lightly at Christophe's blank face as he gazed past her and at his office. Red waved a hand in front of his face, he didn't even blink. She gave him a look as she then tried to get his attention by covering his eyes. After a second or two, she removed her hand but the Frenchman was still staring at his workplace with the impassive look."The hell's up with him all of a sudden? He loves his office that much?" She wondered with an amused eyebrow raised. She decided to leave the brunette alone, her fun sadly coming to a short end.

Time to find her next victim.

Once Red was out of sight, Christophe smirked triumphantly. He knew if he'd just ignored her she would've taken the hint, and left him be. It always worked. He proceeded to his office, ready to begin his peaceful afternoon until a loud voice was heard not too far from him. The voice sounding all too familiar. He choose to ignore it for it wasn't his problem as he took out his keys to unlock the door, but before he could put his key into the lock, someone started laughing then bumped into him. He knew this voice all too well also...

"Look 'ere you damn morveux," he began turning to give Kyle whom was rubbing his forehead from the unexpected impact an irritated glare. "I'm going to you five seconds to explain w'at you and zhe other morveux were doing. Even zhough I can really care less, but since you little sheet's are ruining my peace right now based on w'at you tell me will determine both of your punishment." He hardened his scowl to signify that he was not joking. He's standing right in front of his door, he literally just needed to unlock said door then he could go in. He'd be damned if he and the other brat got in his way of relishing in his relaxing office.

Kyle knew that he had to make this brief before Stan got him. He didn't want to die today! "Alright well, after you decided to be an asshole and leave me in the parking lot, I met Stan in the library. Yes he was in the library trying to read, but he didn't get far into doing it though." Christophe snorted at that, Stan must've been that bored to read and try to occupy his time. "Anyway we left from there two or three minutes later, then Stan started whining about his back. I decided to pull the sympathy card on him, and needless to say it worked. Sooo yeah, you mind protecting me from him, pleeeease?" Kyle begged with puppy dog eyes.

Christophe released another annoyed sigh as he massaged his temple, feeling a headache coming on. He stuck his office key into the lock, settling on ignoring Kyle's statement. He unlocked it with the teen clinging to his back, all the while looking down the hallway for the angry noriette.

"KYLE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! I KNOW YOU'RE STILL IN HERE SOMEWHERE!"

Kyle shrieked then pushed Christophe into the room, but the Frenchman didn't budge. "Dude what the hell are you doing?! Go in already!" Kyle urged him in a panic. It's only seconds later that Stan spotted the both of them in front of Christophe's office, he sprinted towards them with a deadly smirk on his face.

Kyle gulped nervously. "You freakin' asshole, I'll get you for this!" He ran away with Stan hot on his trail as Christophe entered his office with a relived sigh, so glad to be inside of his haven at last.

The first thing he does is turn on his stereo, increasing the volume so it blocks out the two teens' loud voices, then places his shovel beside his desk before sitting in his chair with another content sigh. The soft cushion relaxes his tense muscles. He sits there for a few seconds before moving over to his drawer for his pack of cigarettes and lighter.

He immediately lights a cancer stick then sucks in the sweet nicotine, greatly enjoying his afternoon now.

Kenny leaves Wendy's throne room an hour later with a conflicted look on his pale face. As he walks, he thinks back on the meeting he had with the former queen of vampires.

"I've been thinking about how I'm going to say this. I've called you here to discuss what happened on the battlefield some days ago, mainly about the great disturbance that happened towards the end."

"...And what would that be?"

Wendy was silent for a moment. "The human that transformed into that grotesque creature is slowly losing his humanity Kenneth. We must either kill him or take him from the humans and contain him. He is way too dangerous to be left in enemy hands or left alone."

Kenny looked down at the table as he clenched his hands in his lap. This was something he should've expected, but he didn't want Stan to be seen as just some monster. It wasn't his fault that he was experimented on. Damn those humans. " I-I see, but how will we go about doing this though? We just finished the war against them not too long ago, do you have a plan Lady Tepes?" He asked the vampiress, inwardly hoping that she didn't. He did want to save Stan, but not for him to be kept locked inside of a container like some animal.

Wendy frowned as she clasped her hands together on the table. "No I don't have one at the moment unfortunately. You're right about us just getting out of a war against the humans so trying to fight them again just for one of their kind wouldn't be worth it. Well for now at least. I'll think of something, but we must act as soon as possible for that human will become a huge threat to both races."

Kenny felt relieved at that, but didn't let it show on his face. He knew that waiting would greatly effect the vampires and humans equally, but at least Stan could continue living his life as a...human...

"Kenneth do love that boy? What was his name again, Stanley Springs?"

The question snapped the blonde out of his thoughts, looking at the vampiress with a raised eyebrow. "Yes of course I do. He's my only family after all," he answered a matter-of-factly. What a strange query to ask he then thought to himself.

Wendy smirked at his reply. She had a plan now. "Yes that's true, and I'm glad. Such feelings are going to be needed for the plan I now have formed."

Kenny instantly felt like he had just said the worst thing he'd ever said in his life right now, the smirking vampiress sitting not far from him indicated as much. "My dear Kenneth,I want you to tell no one of this okay?" He tentatively nodded his head, knowing very well to never go against the queen even if he didn't ever agree with her terms or statements. "Good, now here's what I have planned...-"

Kenny is brought back to reality when he bumps into someone. He gives them an emotionless apology before continuing on his way, but a hand stops him.

"Oh c'mon what's with that half-ass'd apology? Give me a proper one, and I'll let ya go." Kenny turns to the familiar vampire with a blank look, knowing the brunette's true intention. He wretches his hand out from the other's grasp, and proceeds walking out of the building, ignoring the vampire shouting at him from behind.

Clyde huffs with a faint pout then walks to Wendy's throne room, wondering what the woman wanted with him all of a sudden.

(A/n: Sucky ending I know but, I'm going to hold off on season 2, instead I'm going to work on another SP fic that will only contain humor with maybe some slash. The word in italic:

Rousse- Redhead

I hope you enjoyed, and I once again thank those who have stuck with this fic)