(A/n: Sorry for the wait, but the chapter is finally up. Please enjoy)
Chapter 17: Giving In
It's been three days since then, and Tweek hasn't left his new room nor had he changed out of the clothes he's been wearing since his stay in the infirmary.
Tweek is all by himself in the dark room, sat up in a hunched position with his knees up to his chest and his head buried in his arms. The heavy rain has reduced to light drizzles, the thunder has ceased completely, and the clouds have brighten slightly.
It is still morning, that much Tweek is aware of since not too long ago Kyle and Kenny left to attend their classes. They didn't force him to go to his own much to his relief, feigning a deep sleep until they were gone so they wouldn't question him about going. Once it was only just him in the room, Tweek turned off the lamp and sat there in the bed that was owned by the previous vampire teen, separated on the other side of the room from Kyle and Kenny's beds. Tweek wonders if the other vampire he switched with is occupying his bed as well in the room he used to share with Stan and Gary, or if he's even there at all.
At the thought of those two, Tweek's shoulders slump down as he heaves a heavy sigh. Just picturing Stan and Gary's sympathetic yet tense expression on their faces when he went to pack up his things a couple of days prior doesn't make Tweek feel any better, rather it makes him feel...betrayed? Or something akin to it maybe. He'd gotten the notion that they thought he might attack them or something with how awkward they were. In all honesty, Tweek had hoped that Stan and Gary would've done something about this unforeseen predicament, especially Stan seeing as how the noirette seemed like he was about ready to hurt someone that day underneath his tense exterior. Tweek, without a doubt, would've aided him if Stan had of decided to do something, Tweek had every right to kick up a fuss about what had happened to him.
But instead, little to no words at all were exchanged between them, and before Tweek even knew it he found himself situated in Kyle's and Kenny's room.
Tweek lets out a shriek when he hears a deep rumble from within the room, interrupting his thoughts and making his body flinch with his head shooting up from his arms. It wasn't thunder he heard, the sound came from his stomach, telling him that he needs to eat since he hadn't consumed anything but medicine since coming here. The pale blonde sighs again then frowns, pushing his legs down and staring at his lap.
A lot has happened in this one week that he's completely forgotten about food, let alone eating or drinking anything. Dread hits him when realizes that he might not be able to drink coffee anymore, feeling he will go mad from 'coffee-lust' instead of bloodlust. He cannot find himself drinking any blood from anyone or anything, just the thought of it...-
Makes Tweek's stomach grumble again, but this time it pains him. He groans and lays down on his side as he clutches his stomach, feeling queasy. He can feel himself breaking out into a cold sweat as the gripping pain within his stomach increases at a leisure pace, it is a sensation Tweek can't describe knowledgeably but he knows what the cause is.
A strained small smile spreads across his lips, he closes his eyes as if he is about to fall asleep whilst keeping his hand firm on his shirt. Whether if he is dying or not because of the lack of food and water, or in his case, blood in his body is something Tweek can find himself welcoming without any fear. Thoughts of whom he's going to leave behind doesn't even faze him like it normally would when you feel your life coming to an end.
"Who'd mourn for a monster?" He thinks, experiencing another pain enter him at this sad thought. But in his heart.
The pale blonde vampire decides not to think anymore and allows the pain in his stomach to overwhelm him, tears leaking out from underneath his eyelids.
Death will surely rid him of this curse he never wanted bestowed upon him, and he will gladly accept it to be forever cured.
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Tweek finds himself looking around his surroundings in a state of confusion and panic, standing in the middle of a room. His wide eyes take in the familiar dark green walls, bare of anything but it's painted color, a desk with about a dozen sheets of used paper and some pencils and pens is diagonally placed in front of a bed with matching dark green sheets that is by a window with it's curtains opened, letting in some dull light. And lastly is a nightstand with an alarm clock and a lamp that is next to the bed.
Tweek couldn't help but do a double take around the room. "N-no way, this is...my room?!" He thinks in shock. "But how did I end up here?!"
Slow, trembling fingers go up to healthy yet messy blonde hair, gripping the golden strands gently before increasing in pressure. "I-I'm home...I'm finally home..."
Fueled with adrenaline at this development, Tweek runs to his bathroom, flipping on the switch and looking into the mirror. A big smile of relief washes over him the instant he sees his reflection, his blue-green eyes are no longer resembling that of a cats nor is his skin complexion ghostly white. In fact he isn't even wearing the dress shirt he last saw himself in, it's replaced with his usual mis-buttoned long sleeved green shirt. Which also means his black pants are also replaced with his blue jeans, and that is indeed true when he looks down, also seeing clean white socks on his feet.
Suddenly a tear drop lands onto his foot, and his vision begins to blur. Confused, he looks up and raises a hand towards one of his eyes, feeling a cold and wet liquid brush against his fingertip. Tweek wipes at his eyes with his sleeve and leaves the bathroom. He looks around his room one last time, feeling his lips curl into a small smile.
"Thank God that was all just some crazy nightmare," he thinks with great solace.
There is no way vampires are real, him being turned into one was all just some farfetched dream he had experienced. "I gotta cut down on the coffee before bed," he thinks with the shake of his head. At the mention of his favorite beverage, he gets a strong craving for some so he makes his way towards the door. He opens it, but instantly feels an odd chill run down his spine. The silence below the stairs doesn't make the sensation any better.
With a nervous gulp, Tweek begins his trek down the stairs, his hands going to grip at his arms as a source of comfort.
Once he's on the last step, the odd chill grows stronger and he grips his arms tighter. He steps into the living whilst looking around, but finds not a single person but himself in it. He stops by the couch to hear any sound from in the kitchen, but all is silent. He bites his bottom lip.
"Wonder where mom and dad went..." Tweek wonders to himself.
This isn't the first time he's been home alone, and not even on the first day did he feel this immense uneasiness. Yes he was skeptical about being home alone at first, but his parents waited until he was at least 15 years old to leave him by himself. The lonely experience became unbearable after the first three minutes, and the crazy haired blonde left the house and didn't return home until they did.
And that's what Tweek will do now, he'll wander the streets of town then come back, hopefully to see his parents here. Tweek speed walks to the door, releasing his arms to grab his shoes then putting them on. With hasty movement, he grabs the doorknob and turns it, bolting out of the house like he is being chased by a killer and slamming the door shut behind him.
Tweek sighs once he's on the sidewalk, annoyed at his paranoid-self for forgetting to get some of his precious coffee all because he can't handle being alone. But he couldn't shake the lingering unease from his body, knowing that the loneliness had nothing to do with it.
Deciding to ignore it, which took some effort to do, Tweek pushes himself to walk. The cold doesn't bother him as he strolls without a destination, having gotten used to the harsh weather unlike most over the years, there is not one droplet of snow to add to the coldness. After spotting the familiar sign of Stark's Pond and the big body of water in front of a bench a couple of minutes later, he goes to the well known spot.
Before sitting down on the bench, Tweek dusts the snow off of it, leaving not a single white speck left. He doesn't even shiver when his butt makes contact with the freezing seat, instead he looks out into the pond and watches the grey clouds reflection move little by little on the clear surface of the water.
As time slowly passes by, Tweek finds his eyelids growing heavy. He wills himself not to succumb to sleep, shaking his head feverishly then rubbing at his eyes as an attempt to keep him awake. He doesn't want to end up getting sick from sleeping out here, what if he becomes so sick that he wouldn't be able to make it home? He'd die out here, and his body would be buried in the snow!
But such a thought seems to not have deterred his tiredness, and Tweek loses the strength to keep battling, his head drooping to the side with his eyes closing.
"SNAP"
Tweek's eyes fly open and his head shoots upright, frantically looking around for the source of the twig snapping.
"GAH!" Tweek screams when he sees a person's head peeking out from behind a tree, their identity unknown thanks to their black hood.
Tweek gets up from the bench, daring not to look away from the mysterious person who he fears might kill him once he's no longer looking at them.
"I-I gotta get outta here!" He thinks urgently.
Just as Tweek takes a step back, he finds himself unable to move his other foot. "W-what the-" Eyes widening in growing horror, the blue-green pair find themselves looking into a pair of blue orbs, the look disturbing from underneath their abyss-like hood.
"Did you really think you could escape reality, Tweek Tweak?" The person asks, their voice indicating that the individual is a male with how deep his tone was when he spoke. The man steps out from behind the tree, wearing an attire that screamed evil with all of the black covering him from head to toe. Tweek watches him silently, scared to even open his mouth to a sound. "You cannot escape the fate given to you, just wake up and accept it."
What is this man talking about? Tweek so badly wants to ask, but fear holds his lips shut tight.
Suddenly, the blue orbs of the man's eyes disappear, freeing Tweek from restriction although he doesn't have the willpower to move not even an inch from his position. Is this man going to kill him? Is that his fate, to die by the hands of this man? Tweek doesn't understand not a thing going on, but is certain that he is going to die here. Tears well up and spill from his eyes, and little to almost silent whimpers escape through his lips.
The dark man chuckles at him crying, but Tweek doesn't care, hopefully the guy will have pity on him and let him go. Tweek promises not to tell a soul of this encounter, hell he'll even forget this ever happened! "You were so eager for death to take you when you were turned, but now that you find yourself human again you no longer wish to die. It's both pathetic and funny."
In the blink of an eye, the man somehow ends up right in front of Tweek, and that gave the teen the push he needed to move. But he ends up crying out as he stumbles and falls onto his butt, earning another chuckle from the man towering over him. Tweek shuts his eyes as he goes into a hunched position with his hands on top of his head, shaking heavily. He's surprised yet grateful that he hasn't pissed himself yet.
"P-please don't kill me! I-I swear I won't tell anyone!" Tweek pleads with all his heart, voice cracking in fear.
"Worry not, I'm not here to kill you," the man says, but Tweek knows better than to believe that. He's seen movies with this type of scenario, but he never imagined he'd experience it himself one day. Now he knows how the victims felt, actors or not this is a scary situation to be in. "But what you are going to do is wake up and accept your being a vampire. You were changed for a reason Tweek, do not run away from this any longer. You will find that being a vampire isn't going to be all that bad, it's better than being a human at least. Also one more thing."
Tweek stiffens when something cold and wet touches his hands, a metallic sent floods his nostrils right after. "Is this..." He doesn't finish the thought, instead he allows his eyes to confirm his suspicions for him. Nervously, he lowers his hands down into his view, eyes widening in both disgust and horror at the vast amount of blood coating his hands. He isn't sure if it's his or not, void of feeling any pain in his hands that begins to tremble. He hears the man's next set of words just before he faints.
"Tell Luke I'll see him very soon to give him a good job gift."
Screaming as he comes to, Tweek bolts upright in bed, causing a white cloth to fall onto his lap. He pants heavily as he grips at his chest, not aware that his sudden outburst startled a certain redhead in the room whom was reading a book.
Just what was that dream, and who was that man Tweek wonders. Why did that have to be a fake and not this cruel reality where he has to live as a vampire?
Gritting his teeth with stable breathing, Tweek releases his shirt and glowers sadly at his lap, once again unaware of Kyle's presence who is now standing by his bed with a concerned look on his face. He is wearing a short sleeved red shirt, jeans, and socks with his hair in a ponytail.
Why didn't he die? Wasn't he dying...or was he just sleep deprived? Tweek has only been faking sleep these past three days to avoid going to his classes, he didn't think he'd be that tired. But the pain he felt in his stomach somehow accumulated to his fatigue, and he found himself falling asleep.
Not dying.
"How's your stomach?" He hears Kyle ask, but he doesn't make an attempt to answer him. It's both his and his stupid alter ego's or whatever he's called fault that Tweek is like this now and will remain this way forever throughout his life.
"Hate me all you want, but what's done is done. You should be thanking me, at least you get a second chance at life and can continue it."
Tweek clenches his teeth tighter at the recollection of Luke's words, anger overlapping the returning pain in his stomach. He curls his hands into fists, gripping the sheets tight enough to rip them apart if he wanted to.
"Damn him..."
Sensing his rising anger, Kyle feels that he is at a lost on what to do. Tweek is still sick due to the lack of both food and blood in his system, but he knows that if he says one word to the angry teen, he might feel the blonde's wrath and Kyle doesn't want to hurt him in his weakened condition.
"Just let him use you as a punching bag, it's the least you could do," Luke offers lightheartedly.
Kyle narrows his eyes. "Shut up."
With a silent sigh, the redhead decides get this over with, hopefully as quick as possible. Tweek only has two days left before he becomes bloodthirsty, and there hasn't been a bloodlust driven vampire here for quite some time and Kyle would like to keep it that way. Lifting up one of his arms with his wrist bent back, Kyle raises his other hand and extends one finger, slowly sliding his sharp nail onto his skin over his vein. Blood immediately seeps out of the thin cut, and Kyle stops, not fazed in the slightest by the prickling pain. Silently, he holds his bleeding wrist out towards Tweek, and allows the smell of his blood to enter into the pale blonde's nose.
Tweek's body goes rigid when he inhales the enticing smell, it is a very familiar aroma however it isn't as sweet as the one he smelt in the infirmary.
But it is enough for his vampire senses to take over again without any resistance.
Tweek slowly turns his head towards Kyle's direction, his blue-green eyes overtaken by scarlet that stares at the redhead's blood leaking wrist. Kyle's face is expressionless as he waits for Tweek to drink, but his eyebrows knit together when he sees the teen hesitate.
Tweek seems to have regain some of his human senses and is battling his inner vampire, but his eyes maintained their red color. "Don't fight it, you need to drink," Kyle pushes, also moving his wrist closer to Tweek who quickly moves away like he'd just seen a spider.
"G-get the hell away from me!" Tweek shouts, pulling the covers off and jumping out of bed. He drops on his knees and grips at his hair as the smell of Kyle's blood continues to lure him into drinking from the other teen, the scent wafting around in the air of the room. Tweek's head feels like it's about to split open, but he holds back a scream of pain.
Kyle rounds the bed and nears the struggling vampire, little droplets of his blood landing onto the carpet of the floor. He holds his wrist out to Tweek once again. "Quit fighting it, and just drink," Kyle says, keeping his cool. "You can't keep forgoing this, you don't have long until you're-"
"I don't care! Just get the fuck away from me!"
Tweek slaps Kyle's hand away, causing a few drops of blood to fly into the air. Tweek shuts his eyes and holds his breath, not wanting to look or smell the blood any longer.
Kyle glares at Tweek, his patience wearing thin. "You should've fed him while he was asleep, you wouldn't have to go through this," Luke says with the shake of his head.
Kyle ignores him and thinks up how he's going to get Tweek to drink without harming him. He narrows his eyes even further once he comes up with a solution, he's seen Kenny do this before although it was by accident. He wasn't sure if the tall blonde was giving the other his own blood or not at the time. "To think I'd have to something so..." Kyle shakes his head, he doesn't have time to be thinking about it. He's just going to have to make it quick.
With another silent sigh, Kyle raises his bloody wrist up to his lips and sips some of his blood into his mouth, trying really hard not to spit it out. Having blood in your mouth is an entirely different story when it's not your own.
"Eww..." Luke groans.
Kyle gets down on his knees and pries Tweek's hands away from his head, causing the blonde to look up at him with a half-hearted glare. Before he can utter a word, Kyle takes that opportunity to smash his lips onto Tweek's. His eyes widen but he begins to struggle, Kyle keeping his hands down on the floor in a firm grip. Muffled protests leaves through Tweek's occupied lips, using his tongue to push the blood out of his mouth.
But doing so leads to his downfall. The flavor of the red fluid is far better than how it smells, and before Tweek even knows it, he's allowing more of the liquid in. With a feeble groan, Tweek closes his eyes as he savors every last drop of blood entering his body, his cheeks flushed.
A string of blood leaks out from their connected lips as Kyle proceeds to feed Tweek, glad that the blonde is now cooperating. Kyle closes his eyes also as he feels that doing this isn't so bad, well not as bad as he thought is was going to be at least. The soft, warm feel of Tweek's lips against his own isn't something he expected to feel on another guy - actually Kyle hasn't envisioned himself kissing anyone at all honestly. Man nor women. He just never found himself really physically attracted to anyone, not even Kenny who has been by his side since childhood. He knows when a person is good looking of course, but it's not enough for him to feel any romantical feelings towards them.
When Kyle no longer feels anymore blood in his mouth, he slowly pulls back, his cheeks flushed as well but in embarrassment. As soon as he's away from the other, Tweek's body slumps forward and Kyle lets go of Tweek's hands to catch him. Kyle can feel Tweek's hot breath against his chest, panting heavily with beads of sweat on his forehead. His fever's gotten worse.
Kyle can't stop the blush on his cheeks from darkening, and he curses at himself inwardly. Carefully, he hauls Tweek upwards by his shoulders and gently lays him down on the bed, grabbing the cloth and pulling the covers over Tweek's body. He wipes the blood from Tweek's chin with his thumb then from his own, and hurries to the bathroom closest to Tweek's bed. Kyle wets the rag, then wrings the water out until no more is dripping out from it, then walks out and back to Tweek. He softly places the wet material over Tweek's forehead, and releases a tired sigh. He looks down at his lightly bleeding wrist, his skin tainted red. It's going to take awhile for it to heal, so he might as well wrap a bandage around it to keep it from getting infected.
When he turns around to head to his own bathroom, Kyle sees that the front door of the room is left partly ajar. With furrowed eyebrows, he approaches the door and opens it a bit wider to see if the person who opened it is still lurking in the halls. But the hallway is empty.
"Was it Kenny? But why did he-"
At the thought of his blonde haired friend accidentally looking in on him and Tweek locking lips, a bright shade of pink colors Kyle's pale cheeks. "Oh God..." He closes the door, and heads to his bathroom, deeply flustered.
Once Kyle is gone back inside, coming out from the corner down the hallway is said blonde himself with a deep, hurtful frown on his lips. Kenny turns around and heads down the hall, going to a friend's room for today.
(A/n: Hopefully I won't take this long to upload the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed and the chapter will be up as soon)
