(A/n: Please enjoy)
Chapter 21: Traitors
"W-why are we outside?" Tweek asks nervously, looking around at all of the soaked dead trees. "And when are you gonna tell me where we're going?"
"You'll see when we get there," Craig replies back dully. That's the fifth time he's said that.
Craig, for some unknown reason, brought them out into the woods to 'hang out' at. Tweek had no choice but to follow the noirette to God knows where, their shoes crunching underneath the ground that's littered with fallen twigs and bits of snow. The clouds look like they might produce some snow sometime later this week, or maybe more rain, Tweek can't tell.
He frowns, not satisfied with the repeated answer. He wishes that he could use teleportation like the other vampires to go back into the school. The problem is how does he go about doing it, does he think of the location first? Maintaining his pace, Tweek closes his eyes and thinks "School", then after waiting a few seconds opens them.
It didn't work.
Is it because he was turned not too long ago that he can't use any magic yet? Or can it be that he can't? He did learn that Purebloods are able to use magic in Mr. DeLorne's class plus more of their history today, but what if a human is turned into a vampire by one of them? Do they acquire magical abilities later in the year or something? All of these questions are making Tweek's light headache not so light anymore the more he dwells on this, and he heaves a silent sigh, messaging his temples.
"I seriously need some coffee, I haven't had any for days!" The thought makes his head throb and his throat dry.
Before he can go into his well known panic mode, he suddenly bumps into something and yelps in shock. It wasn't a tree otherwise it would've hurt, so that means-
"Do you find bumping into me enjoyable?" Questions an irritated Craig Tucker, his back still facing Tweek.
"N-no, sorry," he apologizes hastily.
He doesn't see the tall teen roll his eyes. "Whatever spaz head, we're here anyway."
Raising an eyebrow, Tweek moves past Craig to see where they are, confusion quickly washing over his face at what he sees. Positioned a few walks away is a black rundown shack house, the long porch is filled with dirt, twigs, and other wood along with a poor conditioned rocking chair that's in front of one of the boarded up windows. The front door in the middle is left partly ajar.
Tweek blinks. "A shack?" Not only does it look overpopulated with bugs, germs, and bacteria, it doesn't even look safe to go into. To think Craig of all people would come to such a place.
"Yep, a shack," Craig drawls, walking towards it.
Tweek can only look back and forth between the male's back and the shack house incredulously, not making an attempt to follow after him. What can you possibly do in a place like that? Definitely not sleep that's for sure, unless you want to wake up with a spider or something crawling on you. Tweek shudders at the thought.
"What the hell are you doing standing there for?" Craig asks waiting for him on the porch with an impatient scowl.
Tweek instantly shakes his head. "I'm not goin' in there, I don't wanna wake up with a spider on my face!" He nearly shrieks.
Craig gives him a blank look. "Dude there aren't even any spiders in here, let alone any bugs. But would you rather a tiny ass spider crawl on you or get caught by one of the teachers?"
Such a question leaves Tweek at a loss on what to do, both options are terrible! He turns around, faintly seeing the school building in the distance then turns back to the shack. In all honesty Tweek would rather get in trouble by a teacher than deal with a spider or any other kind of unknown bugs around here, only a insane person would choose the former. "Yeeeah I'll take getting in trouble by a teacher any day, sooo see ya!" Tweek spins around and makes a mad dash back to the school, but doesn't get far, crashing into an invisible wall after taking five steps.
"What the fuck?!" Tweek is both stunned and in great pain as he slides down to his knees, burying his stinging face into his hands as he holds back a stream of curse words he so badly wants say.
"Sorry about that, but leaving wasn't really a choice."
It takes a great amount of effort for him to turn his body around and peek out from in between his fingers, Tweek's watery eye narrowed when he sees Craig walking up to him with his hands in his pants pockets, seemingly not concerned that he might've broken Tweek's nose. "Y-you asshole," the blonde hisses, looking away and gently rubbing the tears and lingering pain away the best he can.
"Not my fault you rammed straight into the barrier like an idiot." He walks away, this time not waiting for Tweek as he enters the shack, but leaves the door halfway open for him though.
What an absolute dick! He must've knew Tweek would try to escape and set a barrier around here to keep him from leaving. Groaning irritably, Tweek wobbles onto his feet, his nose tainted red and still aching. He turns to the little house with a glare and trudges towards it, just as he's about to go in and give Craig the most heated scowl he can muster a little rat scurries across the porch.
His reaction was delayed since he was so pissed off to notice it, but when his brain registers what had just happened he nearly feels like fainting on the spot. The crazy haired teenager pales and bites back a scream as he rushes into the shack and slams the door closed.
"Hey the paranoiac finally decided to join us!" Someone cheers from behind him. Tweek feels that he should know that voice, but after witnessing such a creature his mind doesn't even bother trying to discern the person.
"The hell almost made you piss your pants?" Craig asks with no interest in his monotone.
Tweek spins around at that, his glare returning. "It's your fucking-" His words fall short once he takes notice in his surroundings, the first thing that comes to mind is what the actual hell? He could've sworn he'd entered a shack, but the living room looked far too clean and homey to be the case. There's an unlit fireplace in the middle of the room, a ceiling fan is on and providing nice lighting around the area, the walls are a baby blue as well as some of the furniture, the couch Clyde, Craig, and Butters are sitting on and two armchairs in front of them are brown. There is a flat screen television behind the armchairs, and there is a hallway behind the couch that's next to the kitchen's right.
Tweek can't help but feel that this place looks somewhat familiar, but from where and when had he seen this interior before?
"Umm Tweek?" Said teen blinks at the call of his name, the source coming from Butters. "You okay? Your nose is red and you look lost."
At the mention of his nose, Tweek's glare comes back once again and he directs it at Craig, who is looking at him then raises a middle finger his way. Tweek immediately returns the gesture, the nerve of this asshole.
Clyde laughs at the exchange. "You two look like you're getting along well."
"Like hell we do! That asshole almost broke my God damn nose!" Tweek yells pointing an accusing finger at the noirette.
"Ouch." Clyde winces, but laughs again. Tweek is starting to hate the brunette now.
"Aww," Butters cooed earnestly. "Don't worry, I'll give Craig a good ol' scoldin' for ya later." Craig rolls his eyes at his boyfriend, but doesn't say anything. Tweek now thinks Butters is the most tolerable person among the three.
"Thanks, but umm what's with this place? This is a shack right?"
"Yeah but only on the outside," Clyde answers. "This is allll Butters' doing." Tweek gapes at the proud blonde in shock, thinking how in the hell one person alone could've done all of this inside of a shack of all buildings. "Anyway paranoiac, have a seat. You're gonna be here awhile."
Tweek frowns at the nickname, but does at told. "My name is Tweek, not paranoiac or spaz head." He sits down in the armchair next to the fireplace.
"I'll call you whatever the hell I want spaz head," Craig argues.
Tweek has never had the strong urge to punch somebody in the face before, well aside from Luke, he hates that guy's guts. "Screw you asshat, just what the hell did you bring me here for anyway?"
"Yeah Craig, why did you bring him here?" Clyde asks teasingly earning an up close middle finger to the face.
Tweek cocks an eyebrow at that, but lowers it when Craig locks eyes with him, suddenly looking serious. He crosses his arms. "I'm gonna come straight out with it, your friends are planning on leaving you here."
There is a brief silence. "Like I'll believe that," Tweek spat.
"It's true," Clyde adds in. "Someone overheard one of them talkin' about ditchin' you once they came up with an escape plan."
Butters nodded in agreement. "But it was before they knew that you were turned into a vampire."
With slightly wide eyes, Tweek digests all of the information they told him in. He was quickly going to disregard what Craig said until Clyde and Butters came in backing him up, now he feels he has no reason to doubt them. "How...do you guys know?"
"We have our sources," Clyde says mysteriously with a wink.
"Just don't tell them you heard it from us," Craig warns.
There are a lot of emotions that Tweek is going through at the moment: Anger, hurt, betrayal, and confusion. Why would they suddenly decide something like that? Are they seriously planning on leaving him here, planning on returning to South Park without him? He would've actually understood their decision if they had of thought of this while they were still shocked over his transformation, he can't return home even if he wanted to now. But no they did this way beforehand, while he was gravely sick in bed in the nurses office.
He feels a pair of arms wrap themselves around his neck and a stream of tears running down his cheeks. "It's okay Tweek," he hears Butters say softly in his ear. "Let it all out." And that's what Tweek does, he lets out of all his emotions in the form of tears as he hugs Butters back.
"Poor guy," Clyde says with the shake of his head.
"Humans are nothing but selfish scumbags, they don't care about anyone but themselves," Craig seethes, and Clyde nods his head in agreement.
(A/n: Short but I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will up soon)
