(A/n: Had to hurry and upload a chapter before the month almost ended. Please enjoy)
Chapter 22: A Warning from an Ominous Stranger
The day is almost over with by the time Tweek returns to the school, entering the building with faintly red eyes and a downcast head. After spending half of the whole day with 'The Dangerous Three', only because he didn't want to return to school in the middle of a period, especially not after crying, he was only slightly bothered about learning of his friends' deceit, and he plans to confront one of them or all of them whenever he gets the chance so that's not the reason for his depression. Tweek's expression right now is for a totally different reason, and he feels like crying all over again at the thought of meeting probably the most scariest teacher in the school.
It's, of course, all Craig's fault that he forgot up until now, forcing him to ditch knowing damn well he'd already missed too many days of his classes. Plus the asshole said one class.
Tweek didn't know that he was grumbling irritably under his breath to his first period class until a heavy French accent along with another voice enters his ears. He's only a few doors away from the Vampire History class yet he can hear inside the classroom as if he's already in it. Tweek concludes that having heightened senses is kind of scary to have.
"Wonder who else is in there." Hoping it's another student so he wouldn't be the only one, the pale blonde slowly walks toward the room. The second voice he heard is more clearer now, and based on how low-pitched it is it's either a teacher or a very deep voiced teenager. Tweek knows very well it's definitely not going to be the latter. The door is left opened a crack, and Tweek nervously peeks inside.
Sat behind Mr. DeLorne's desk is the man himself as well as another male with black hair and red eyes, sitting mighty close to the Frenchman. Tweek can't tell if the noirette is a teacher or not since he's never seen the guy before.
"C'mooon Chris," the dark haired man whines, closing the tiny space between him and the grumpy looking brunette. "Just one kiss, then I'll leave you alone. Pleeease?"
Christophe shrugs the man off and grabs a cigarette from the pack off of his desk. "Non, I 'ave a student coming 'ere soon and you can wait until we get back to zhe room for zhat you 'orny freak." Just when he's about to grab his lighter, the noirette quickly snatches it from off the desk and holds it away from him with a teasing smirk. Christophe gives the man a strong glare. "Beetch do you wanna to die? 'and it over." He tries to reach for his lighter, but the red-eyed vampire stretches his arm back further out of his reach.
"Uh-uh, gimme a kiss first then you can have it back," the immature man says with a deepening grin.
"Damien you son of a-" Christophe growls before tackling the man to the floor.
...What the hell is Tweek witnessing right now? Are two grown men wrestling over a lighter? No wait...this isn't a secret relationship between a student and a teacher is it? Because no matter how old the black haired man looks, he seems way too childish to be a teacher, and his loud laughing over the pissed off Frenchman's cursing only proves as much.
"Maaaybe I should leave." Tweek slowly backs away from the door with a sweatdrop.
As he hurries back the way he came to his room, he tries to forget what he just saw in Mr. DeLorne's classroom. It's best if he does for both his, his teacher's, and that other guy's sake. But either way tomorrow is definitely going be an awkward start to Tweek's day.
He heaves a sigh as he rounds a corner, feeling exhausted even though he didn't really do anything strenuous today. He blames the fact that he spent too much time with 'The Dangerous Three', and thinking about how much he's going to fail all of his classes for the entirety of his tired state. He opts to go the cafeteria for a much needed energy boost, but he's already standing in front of his room's door so there's no point now.
Plus what if he can't drink coffee now that he's a vampire? What if it tasted bland or poisonous to him? Tweek feels like crying at either possibility, he can literally feel the tears surfacing in his eyes. When's the last time he even had a sip of his favorite beverage? It feels like it's been ages ago that's for sure. He's surprised he's even lasted this long without any coffee since day one of him being here, let alone any food.
He couldn't stop his mind from backtracking to when he and his friends first entered into this dreadful school. Should he even refer to them as his friends anymore?
No...he shouldn't even consider it after what they did while he was close to dying in bed that day.
Friends don't do things behind each others backs. Friends wouldn't even think about abandoning one another. Are all Tweek thought, but he guesses he was proven wrong once they stepped foot into this building.
His glossy eyes glare at the door. "Those backstabbing assholes..."
"And just where the hell have you been all day?" Questions a person he really doesn't want to deal with at the moment. Even if they share the room in front of him. Hurt and angry blue-green eyes look over the side to see an annoyed yet relieved looking Kyle.
Tweek doesn't answer as he looks away and opens the door, entering and immediately going straight to his bed. "Tweek, answer me." Still ignoring the redhead, the crazy haired blonde unbuttons his blazer and shrugs it off followed by his shoes before getting in bed, laying on his side. He hears Kyle sigh in frustration then mumble something under his breath, but he doesn't care. He's not the only one irritated right now.
Hopefully sleeping it off will help, and that's what Tweek decides to do.
When Tweek awakens, a pounding headache and an empty feeling accompanies him. Groaning while groggily blinking his eyes open, he takes a few minutes before carefully sitting up and staring straight ahead through bleary vision. The room is pitch dark, and that's all Tweek can discern. He rubs his eyes weakly, then massages his forehead. Doing so did nothing to elevate his headache. He opens his eyes with a deep sigh, feeling even more tired than he already was earlier.
And it's thanks to the dream he had.
Recalling it will increase the ache in his head most likely, but it doesn't stop a certain part of his dream from appearing right in front of his jaded eyes.
The darkness of the room surges forward, allowing an image to come forth in it's place, brightening slowly in a hazy white and grey. It doesn't take too long for him to be standing in a vast field of snow, the clouds above a nostalgic grey as snowflakes descend down to the ground in slow little numbers. Everything about this place seems so real, even the wind that's blowing tenderly through the air and a figure clad in all black walking up to Tweek.
"We meet again," the man says stopping in front of the horrified and confused teen. "How are you handling your new life thus far?"
Tweek debates answering him or not, still scared and perplexed as to how, when, and why he's here all of a sudden. "I-I must still be dreaming...y-yeah that's gotta be it..." But something in him told him that this isn't a dream, that this is actually happening right before his very eyes.
The shady man cocks his head to the side slightly at Tweek's silence. "Is that a no? Well you better hurry up and get used to it, because your life is about to step into another stage."
Tweek blinks with a jolt at that, noticing his eyes were staring into the supposed hood of the male. He quickly looks away, glancing down at the ground. "W-what do...you mean?" He feels like he hasn't talked in years when he asked that, somehow his throat feels dry.
The mystery man ignores the action as he straightens his head. "Have you heard or read about vampire hunters?" He asks, but doesn't give Tweek a chance to reply as he continues to speak. "I'm here to forewarn you about a certain hunter that's been on the prowl as of late, they've already killed five vampires in a short span of one day. Of course word hadn't gotten around about them yet, and it's only a matter of time when your state becomes their next target."
Tweek isn't sure whether if he should believe this person or not, he's already lied that being a vampire wasn't going to be all that bad. So far Tweek's days as a bloodsucker has been shit. There's no way he can get used to his enhanced senses, he's already paranoid enough as it is by the littlest things. If he can't drink coffee then screw living for an eternity, he hopes he dies by blood dehydration. He sees no perks in being a vampire, and he doubts there will be any in the future.
Now glaring at the snow beneath his feet, he suddenly sees something black creep up in the pure white. Widening his eyes, he snaps his head upward and looks around, watching as the vast area around him quickly gets swallowed up by the darkness. He faces forward, expecting to see the man still there, but he was gone.
Tweek is all alone as the scene changes back into his dark room, still sitting up in his bed. He blinks rapidly a few times, then rubs his eyes again, but keeps them closed once he's done. His headache feels like it's about to split his head into two, and the emptiness within him feels so deep it's frightening. Guess going to sleep upset wasn't a good idea after all...
With another deep sigh, he opens his eyes only to nearly shriek at how clear he can see in the darkness now. He can see Kyle's sleeping figure in his bed, laying on his back with his face to the ceiling, his breathing light and slow. Kenny's bed is still empty, and somehow the room seems gloomier than usual without his presence.
"Holy shit...," Tweek thinks with another blink of his eyes.
As quietly as he can so he doesn't wake his sleeping roommate, he gets out of bed and effortlessly locates and slips his shoes on. Sleep is no longer in his system, it's long gone actually. He has a lot of stuff on his mind, much to his throbbing head's dismay. But hopefully this time doing some walking might benefit him. He looks to the only alarm clock in the room that's on the nightstand in between Kyle and Kenny's bed. Squinting isn't necessary, the non-red numbers show that it is 12:08 a.m. He should've figured it was that late.
Tweek feels like a spy as he sneaks out of the room and into the quiet, vacant hallway, closing the door as gently as he can with an inaudible click. He wonders if it's okay for any students to be out in the halls this late at night, let alone anyone. He looks up and down the hallway before going down, heading to the courtyard. It's one of the few places he remembers being shown around.
On the opposite end of the hall, a pair of dark eyes behind a wall watch his figure until he rounds a corner further down. Getting a mischievous glint in their black orbs, they follow after Tweek.
(A/n: I get the feeling that some or a lot cringed at how OOC Damien is...and I'm sorry! Told ya some characters were going to be like that. But I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will be up soon)
