(A/n: Thank you Mai for your supportive review, I just hope I don't through it again lol Please enjoy)
Chapter 19: Sudden Interest?
The next day Tweek is forced to go to his classes. Dreadfully he was over his fever and the day has just begun.
Light dark rings are under Tweek's eyes as he trudges to his first period class with Kenny right beside him, aware that the taller blonde is watching him from the corner of his eye. Tweek doesn't know why Kenny is acting like he's his personal bodyguard or something, it's not like he can ditch the guy so suddenly like he wants to right now. But there's something else Kenny is giving off that Tweek can't pinpoint, but it's not like he really wants to know however he can't deny that it has him a bit curious.
As they walk on they reach their first period class, Tweek spotting the back of Gary and Stan's head as they enter the classroom. Before he and Kenny do the same, the tall teen suddenly stops, moving close to the wall and dragging Tweek along with him by grabbing his hand. Confused by the action, Tweek looks at him, ready to voice his confusion but Kenny speaks first.
"I wanna ask you somethin' real quick," he says, eying Tweek intensely.
Some students look in their direction as they walk past them to their own classes, talking about Tweek no doubt. He doesn't know how long it's been since he was turned and just remembering it makes him angry, and he directs it all towards Luke. There is absolutely no way he can forgive that bastard for what he'd done, hell he doesn't even think he can forget it either! Not just Luke but what was that dream he had two days prior all about?
It's been haunting Tweek's mind ever since then, causing him to lose even more sleep than before when he was feigning it from leaving the room. Never before had he ever had a dream so vivid and creepy, meeting the silhouette of a man amidst it made the dream even worse. The words he spouted to him are stuck in Tweek's brain, bullshit it was fate given to him, that guy was talking nothing but crap. But one sentence stood out from what the individual said. And Tweek didn't expect Kyle's other half's name to be apart of it.
"Tell Luke I'll see him very soon to give him a good job gift."
What the hell did he mean by that, and how soon will he meet Luke Tweek wonders nervously.
"Tweek?" Kenny says, but Tweek didn't hear him.
"What zhe 'ell are you two doing standing out 'ere for?"
Hearing a strong French accent snaps him out of his deep thoughts with rapid blinking of the eyes and a light headache, Tweek turns around to see Mr. DeLorne scowling at them impatiently as he stands in the doorway of his classroom, a cigarette in between his lips.
"Sorry Mr. DeLorne, Tweek's feelin' shy about goin' in, ya know since he's a vampire now an' all," Kenny quickly says with a straight face as he moves to stand beside Tweek.
Christophe eyes them for a moment, noticing their locked hands, but doesn't have the time to question it. He shakes his head. "Whatever, just man up Tweek and zhe both of you get your asses in 'ere. I'm not going over zhis sheet again if you two miss it, also meet me 'ere after school Tweek, you've got some catching up to do." With that being said the Frenchman enters his room closing the door halfway.
Both Tweek and Kenny share a sigh, now the only ones in the hallway. Tweek feels his headache getting worse as he imagines the workload he's going to get from all of his teachers, that's way too much pressure for him to handle! Before he can panic, he feels the warmth in his hand leaving him, making him flinch at the awareness since he'd forgotten that his and Kenny's hands were together. He looks at Kenny, seeing the teen looking a bit dejected as he forces up a small smile at him.
"Let's go," Kenny says. "Don't wanna have you missing anymore lessons than you already have."
Tweek nods in agreement. "But what about your question?"
"Don't worry about it, I'll ask another time," Kenny dismisses with the wave of his hand. He ambles into the classroom, meanwhile Tweek stands in place for a short moment before doing the same. However just inches away from the room, he stops and takes a few deep breathes to steel himself for the attention he's sure he's going to receive once he steps foot inside. Doing so calmed his nerves some, but not enough as he is still anxious.
He shakes his head, he doesn't have time to be standing out here and he'd rather deal with the million stares than miss what Mr. DeLorne is teaching right now. "J-just ignore them, it's simple and easy."
With that helpful thought and a nod, Tweek takes a final deep breath then walks into the classroom. As the Frenchman reads about the vampires of the past from a textbook in front of him on his desk with a freshly lit cancer stick in his mouth, every single student, Stan, Gary, and Pip included directs their eyes towards Tweek.
"About damn time, 'urry up and sit down," Christophe grumbles while turning around in his seat to look at his class. He places the big book in his lap "And you all keep your eyes in your book. John where did I leave off?"
"H-huh?! U-umm..." As the student named John struggles to locate the sentence Christophe left off on, Tweek hurries to his seat in the back by the widespread windows.
"Hey Tweek," he hears Pip whisper to him as he passes by in front of the class. Tweek gives him a meek wave and continues to his seat. The light grey clouds brighten the classroom in a sullen way, and once Tweek is seated he can see the branches of dead trees swaying lightly in a gentle breeze. Although the outside is nowhere near eye catching, Tweek finds himself smiling faintly at the lackluster scenery. Something about it is peaceful looking, maybe it's because it has a similar appeal to South Park. The thought of his home makes him think of his parents, and his smile disappears.
He's never going be able to see them again, they aren't going to know that their one and only son has been turned into a monster. Unbeknownst to Tweek his hands start trembling in his lap and his eyes begin to appear glossy as tears ready themselves to spill from them. Where is he even going to go once he and the others graduate from here? It's a future Tweek can't even picture, not only does he not have a home to go back to once break hits, but now he doesn't even know what to do in life.
His whole future changed in a blink of an eye, and all thanks to-
"Tweek stop daydreaming and take out your damn textbook, you're reading next," Christophe declares.
Jumping back to reality, Tweek quickly wipes at his eyes and does as told, unaware of the concerning stares from his three human friends.
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Tweek loathes going to his second period once the bell rings for all of the students to do so. Not only is it Gym, but Kyle is going be there as well. He hasn't spoken to the redhead at all once he recovered from his fever, rather he completely ignored him as if he wasn't even there in the room. When he woke up with a strange yet pleasant taste in his mouth, he immediately rushed to the bathroom he shared with Kenny and racked his panicking brain as to how he acquired the faint lingering flavor on his tongue.
It took him a few minutes to realize it, that it was blood. Afterwards it didn't take him long to realize whom it came from, however he wasn't sure if it was from Kyle or Luke. Tweek knew for a fact Kenny wouldn't do such a thing, or that was what he thought at least. Tweek didn't even know that it was possible for a vampire to feed another vampire their own blood. He couldn't get a chance to rid the taste before Kenny came knocking on the door asking him what was wrong.
Pushing his thoughts away as they are making his head hurt even more, Tweek closes the textbook with a sigh and places it back under his desk, very reluctant to get up from his seat. Not even the impatient tone of Mr. DeLorne's voice telling them to get out as his second period students walk in urges him to move any faster as he rises from his chair, feeling like a sloth all of a sudden. He so doesn't want to go to Gym now.
"Remember Tweek, if I don't see you 'ere zhis afternoon I'll automatically fail you. Comprendre?" Christophe warns him heartlessly.
"Y-yes sir," Tweek practically shrieks and speed walks out of the room. Only to bump into someone once he's in the hallway. He stumbles back with a grunt as the person he crashed into curses.
"Watch where the hell you're goin' paranoiac." Tweek knows that deep monotone, and he tenses up.
"S-sorry," he apologizes, not meeting Craig's eyes as he moves past him. He doesn't get far when he feels a cold hand roughly stop him in his tracks, causing him to yelp in surprise.
"Hold it, you think a mere sorry is gonna cut it?" Craig asks intimidatingly as he walks in front of him with a scowl, keeping a firm hold on his wrist. By now everyone has their eyes on them, watching with interest. Stan, who stayed behind and wanted to walk with Tweek to Gym together is looking like he wants to come to Tweek's aid but is debating against it, his lips and hands clenched tightly.
"C'mon folks there's nothin' to see here," Clyde says. "Move along, shoo, shoo." He and Butters begin to disperse the crowd while Craig silently stares into Tweek's shaking orbs, eying him sharply with a deeper scowl on his face. His amber eyes piercing his blue-green ones.
Tweek looks away. "L-look man I already apologized so-"
"Why the hell are you a vampire all of a sudden?"
Tweek is taken aback by the tall noirette's question, does he not know? Tweek nervously looks up at him, but before he can answer, Craig suddenly starts walking, pulling Tweek along since his wrist is still held captive by the other. "Hey what are you-"
"Just shut up and come on," Craig hisses, sounding troubled and angry at the same time. Tweek can do nothing but oblige as he doesn't want to feel the leader of 'The Dangerous Three's' wrath.
Craig takes them to the restroom, empty of anyone but themselves as far as Tweek can tell with how quiet it is. The floor is black, shiny, and spotless, the walls are a deep crimson with three weird glowing mirrors with black rims hanging over three white sinks. Five stall doors are black as well, and the light above them casts a silver glow like the moon.
"What's up with the mirrors? Are they portals?" Tweek wonders as he looks at them curiously, forgetting Craig for a moment. Each mirror has different colors swirling about in it's center: one has blue, green, and yellow, the other has red, orange, and green, and the last one has purple, pink, and white. Although they look strange, their colors actually seem beautiful to Tweek. He suddenly feels his head being turned and looks into the angry eyes of Craig, Tweek shrieks and tries to jump back but Craig's hand keeps him in place.
"Did you hear what I just said?"
Ignoring the close proximity of their faces, Tweek blinks owlishly at Craig, causing the noirette's glare to harden into silts. He releases Tweek's chin with a sigh. "I asked how long have you been a vampire for? Was it the day after I bit you?"
Tweek notices the nervous frown on Craig's lips as he waits for an answer, and for some odd reason it doesn't fit his face. "I honestly don't know how long I've been a vampire, and no it wasn't after you bit me," Tweek replies.
Craig is silent for a second, still not letting up on his nervousness. "Are you sure? You're not bullshitting me are you?" Tweek shakes his head no.
RIIIIIING~
Tweek nearly shouts at the sound of the late bell while Craig sighs again. "S-shit I'm late for Gym!" Tweek panics, turning around and ready to dash out of the restroom. He's already missed more than two days of his classes, and he can't afford to be tardy to one of them. But as soon as he moves his foot forward he is once again stopped by a hand on his wrist.
He turns his head back in shock and confusion. "What the hell are you-"
"Ditch with me," Craig says, sounding more of a command than an offer.
Is he for real? Did one of the notorious vampires of the school just suddenly declare he ditch class with Tweek? Not only was he a victim to the black haired male, but now all of a sudden he wants Tweek to accompany him? This is mostly likely a trap or something set up by Craig, and Tweek doesn't even want to picture what he has in store for him.
"N-no way man, I already missed like four days of my classes and I can't miss anymore!" Tweek tries wiggling his hand free, but he could barely even move it in the tight grip. "Let me go!"
"Relax ya damn spaz head, it's just one class." Craig disregards his urgency with a middle finger, then a mischievous smirk spreads across his lips. "I know where we can hang out."
Before Tweek can protest any further, they are gone. After a second or two, a dumbfounded Stan walks into the doorway, eying the black haze of smoke where they were once standing.
*Time Skip*
That afternoon all of the students are in their third period class. All except Stan as he is in the Principal's office. The room is spacious, purple and black, the wide wooden brown desk is the only color out of place. There is a bunch of paper, pens, and other materials scattered about on top of it along with a vase containing healthy flowers and a photo album. It's faced away from Stan so he can't see who's all in it, but he can care less about that at the moment.
"What if something else happens to Tweek? What're you gonna do about it then huh?" Stan demands.
Principal Brimestone, who is calmly sitting in his black leather chair with both his arms and legs crossed narrows his eyes slightly. "Watch your tone kid, I'm already aware of your friend's situation based on what you've told me, but-"
"But what?!" Stan interrupts heatedly, clenching his fists tight that his knuckles slowly start turning white. "You're gonna wait until he gets hurt again to do something?!"
Micheal breathes deeply out through his nose, calming himself. Stan came at a bad time with this, and his way of speaking isn't making it any better. "Why are you still concerned about him anyway? Have you forgotten what he is?"
Stan doesn't answer as his body gradually begins to loosen up at that question. "So you still consider him a friend even though he's a monster now?" The Principal presses.
"Of course I do!" Stan answers immediately.
The man suddenly acquires a keen look in his mint green eyes on his now calm facial feature. Stan flinches faintly at the acknowledgement, his body no longer tense. "Oh really now? It that truly how you feel Stanley?"
Confusion and uneasiness washes over Stan, causing him to hesitate on answering. He can't lie that at first he was skeptical of Tweek when he was first turned, but as the days passed by Stan felt stupid for even feeling that way towards him. He couldn't even imagine what harm the coffee addicted blonde could do to him or any of his friends for that matter, maybe go crazy at the smell of blood yeah, but aside from that what else could he possibly do to them?
Vampire or not Tweek is still Tweek, that Stan is certain of.
"I honestly don't give a damn that Tweek's a bloodsucker now," Stan says quietly. "He is still mines, Gary's, Pip's, Ike's, and maybe Gregory's friend. So can you please find them before it's too late?"
Micheal sensed the earnest tone in the human teen's voice, but he can't fool him. Especially not a Pureblood, but he decides not to push on the issue as he sits back and closes his eyes with a tired sigh. "Fine fine, I'll see what I can do."
A hint of relief shows clearly on Stan's face, but before he can thank the man the bell rings. "Hurry up to your fourth period class. I'll let you know of their whereabouts once I know," Micheal says as he opens his eyes.
"Thanks," Stan says with a small nod then leaves the room.
Once he's gone, Micheal shakes his head with a frown. "Humans are so selfish, and a huge pain in the ass." He scowls at a certain piece of paper amongst the others on his desk. "And it's all your fault you sneaky bastard."
(A/n: Oh no where have Craig and Tweek gone I wonder? Lol I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will up soon)
