(A/n: Please enjoy)
Chapter 29: Vampire Hunter
Strolling along a sidewalk accompanied by a few other pedestrians on that same rainy day in the late evening is a tall man dressed in a long black single breasted trench coat with matching dress pants and shoes. His hands are stuffed cozily inside his coat's pockets and his slightly dipped down head is protected by a dark brown fedora. He'd just arrived in this town, finding this so-called school filled with vampires still seems so bizarre to him. First of all why would there even be such a place for bloodsuckers anyway? Must be why it was stationed deep within the woods he figures.
Which is all the more reason why he was sent here to get rid of them, for all he knew they could've been plotting to take over this state or something villainous like that. A similar occurrence happened at the previous state he was in, except it was a gang of rogue vampires. Taking them out was a cinch, and killing who knows how many adolescent vamps along with some adult ones in a school building will be too. His cocky nature is positive of it.
The man stops as he grips an item within his right pocket, pulling it out to reveal a folded piece of paper that quickly gets soaked with water. But he doesn't care as he unfolds it with both hands covered in dark leather gloves, the words written on it beyond unintelligible to read and smeared in all directions on the once clean white sheet. Thanks to his hat, no one around is able to see his teal slitted eyes (A mole under his left eye) brighten, thinking he is simply looking down in grief at a useless scrap as they pass by him. But in actuality, the wet scribbles on the paper were shining a faint white in his point of view, then they slowly rearrange themselves into comprehensible sentences.
Once they're situated for him to read, the man's eyes dim as does the words in the same motion. Though the words are suddenly dry, the paper on the other hand still maintains it's saturated appearance, giving off an illusion that the neat handwriting written in black ink is hovering over the paper by a small inch. The individual resumes his leisure walk as he scans over what his boss had wrote, to make sure he'd memorized the instructions and other details correctly. Spotting nothing out of place after a minute or two, he looks up with a halt and observes his surroundings, seeing a conveniently located hotel on the opposite sidewalk. Going from state to state constantly with hardly any breaks is extremely tiring, he feels he honestly deserves an increase in pay for doing this; plus he always gets the job done before or within the due date so that's even more reason enough. But he isn't so bold to demand anything like that, not unless he wants his head to be an addition to the other animals hung up in his boss' office that is.
Folding the paper back into a square and putting it back into his coat's pocket, he looks both ways before crossing the street. He enters the warm establishment holding back a sigh to showcase his content as he walks up to the front desk, he'll save that for when he takes a shower and goes to bed. A brown haired woman is the only one working behind the desk, and upon noticing him by the sound of his footsteps the sweet smile she was going to present to him changes into a skeptical frown.
But she pushes aside the feeling and greets him nonetheless, forcing up a meek grin. "Hello sir, how may I help you?"
The teal-eyed man doesn't know why she's so suspicious of him, perhaps his drenched attire is the cause. However he can honestly care less, he just wants to hurry so he can rest up well for tomorrow, knowing he will need some much needed energy. He gives the lady a harmless eye smile as he tells her that he would like to book a room for tonight, the brunette nods then looks back at her computer again to get started. The booking process goes both swiftly and smoothly much to his liking, walking into his temporary room with a soft sigh as he closes the door behind him. He feels the great urge to skip taking a shower and plop himself straight into the comfy looking bed, but he quickly thinks against it as he heads to the bathroom. What good would it do him if he woke up with a cold, not to mention his clothes would stick to his frame like glue.
Shuddering in disgust, he shuts the door then begins taking off his clothes, starting with his fedora first. His black hair is the only part on his body that was spared from the rain, his feet would've been also if he hadn't of stepped into a puddle earlier, but the good thing is that no mud clung onto the bottom of his shoes. Now in the nude exposing his well toned body and a colorful complex tattoo that spreads all around his back, he comes to the dreadful realization that he has no other spare clothes amidst him turning on the shower, and he groans. It was just his luck that it had to rain today, but hopefully one of the staff here can dry his clothes.
As he steps under the heated sprayful of water coming out of the shower head, he tries to unwind by thinking about the success of his mission tomorrow. It always helps and never fails to calm him down whenever he was tense from traveling.
The next morning Principal Brimestone calls everyone down into the auditorium for an important discussion, something that happened on rare occasions. Kyle and Tweek remain where they are which is in the nurses office, the blonde fast asleep in the first bed with the redhead sat on a stool staring blankly at him. Dr. Kero had left a few minutes ago, he tried getting Kyle to tag along with him but the teen refused, saying that he wanted to be here when Tweek woke up. Turns out he'd passed out yesterday due to the lack of blood and food in his body, while he was unconscious Dr. Kero slipped about 2 oz. of the red fluid down his throat.
The male nurse didn't push Kyle into leaving too much, and when he left Kyle did not have a single drop of regret about his decision. He'd know later about what the Principal had told the whole school if he asked someone in class, or maybe from Dr. Kero if he's willing to tell him.
Suddenly, Kyle's peaceful enjoyment of listening to the light rainfall is interrupted by no one other than Luke. "Didn't think your love for Tweeky would make you miss out on an important meeting," he says, feigning mock shock. "You gonna confess when he wakes up?"
Sighing silently with the shake of his head, the lime-green eyed teen doesn't even bother to ponder over the others question. His pestering to confess is getting on his nerves, but Kyle is just going to have to deal with it until he finally does admit his feelings to Tweek. He's just waiting for the right moment, however it's been really difficult so far, and he's actually thinking about giving up if this continues to be bothersome. Who needs love? It's not a necessity in life Kyle believes since he's gotten by without it for the past couple of years, and it's only a matter of time when the pain in the ass emotion subsides. Patience isn't really up Kyle's alley, but he'll manage the best he can so he won't have to worry about when to confess to the teen laying before him anymore.
Now he knows how Kenny feels...
"Will you drop it? I'll tell him how I feel whenever I get the chance to." Kyle looks at the sleeping blonde haired vampire in bed for a short while. With a slight downward curve of his lips, he glances at the window, the white curtains split apart so he can watch the many rain drops pelting against the glass. The clear waters does immediate wonders to him, giving him a relaxing sense of calm the longer he stares and listens. At first he had mixed feelings about the rain, to him it was always like a mysterious omen. Good or bad, nothing ever happened or came about whenever it rained or showed signs of doing it, at least not around Kyle's surroundings. The only time he thought negatively about the precipitation was when he and his grandmother were attending Luke's funeral. Just remembering the solemn atmosphere drifting around them in the air as they mourned almost resurfaces until the aforementioned redhead speaks again.
"You better do it soon before it's too late..."
Although it doesn't show on his face, Kyle is a bit shocked at his twin's secluded tone. He didn't sound like his usual annoying-self whenever he pushed Kyle into doing something, expecting a reminder that Luke himself would confess for him. Something Kyle absolutely does not want. Feeling relieved or not is a confusing factor Kyle isn't certain he should be experiencing right now. So the telepathic conversation drops allowing the semi-silence to return, but it isn't the same as it was earlier.
Thankfully, the inadequate tension is abated by the sound of Tweek coming to from his slumber. Kyle looks away from the window to see Tweek squirm a bit before wearily opening his eyes, the false grey ceiling appearing blurry and the shower outside slowly registering within in his eardrums. He blinks once, twice, then three more times to try and clear his vision, while doing so Kyle doesn't say a word. Blinking the blur away proved fruitless so he decides to rub it from his view, currently realizing the warmth coating his body all the way down to his feet. Upon a second dosage of realization, before he even moves his arms, Tweek widens his eyes and bolts upright into a sitting position causing the sheets to slide down to his waist. Feeling that he isn't alone in the nurses office, he turns his head to his right and shrieks when he spots a red haired figure sitting next to him.
"Glad to see you're up and well enough to scream," he hears the unmistakable voice tease halfheartedly, unable to see the matching smile on their lips.
Gradually feeling unflustered, Tweek gives Kyle a tired frown, then goes to rub at his eyes. "Why am I here? What happened?" He asks hoarsely.
Kyle mimics Tweek's look of discontent, seems he doesn't remember. "You fainted yesterday, because you haven't been taking care of yourself properly lately." Now that he'd mentioned it, Tweek does feel as though he hasn't consumed anything at all but in ages. Then again there is this unknown taste lingering in his mouth, usually it's only ever been blood but he doesn't know what this aftertaste is. Sensing the wild haired teen's confusion but not his rising panic, Kyle fills him in some more. "Dr. Kero gave you some blood to keep you hydrated."
Blood? That's what he - Actually screw it, Tweek doesn't even feel the need to act so startled by such information anymore. He looks down at his lap. "I wouldn't be in here if you had of let me get some coffee yesterday, that's all I ever fucking wanted here." His tone was gentle though laced with irritation.
Guilt in the form of a needle strikes Kyle's being, even though he isn't really in the wrong. He should've known Tweek would've held a grudge against him for his unintentional act of coffee prevention, but it's not like he'd done it more than once. If anything he should be thanking him from stopping him from going anywhere with Brendon, but he isn't going to voice that out loud. Kyle clasps his hands together on top of the thin gap between his thighs. "Look I know you're mad at me, but believe me when I say that Brendon is not someone you want to be around. I was just looking out for you." He stares down at this hands dejectedly.
The unexpected happens once again. Instead of being yelled at like last time, Tweek just stays silent, not even sparing him a glance. Perhaps it's due to his fatigued state that he doesn't have the strength in him to be fully angry at Kyle. Neither exchange anymore words to the other, bringing forth a tense verbal silence.
"It's now or never man. Even if he doesn't feel the same way at least you told him, it's best to get it off your chest than retain it any longer. You'll definitely regret it if you waste this opportunity."
The conflicted look on Kyle's face shows that he's contemplating following Luke's advice or not. It's true that once he does tell Tweek, he'd feel both bitter and lighter afterwards, well depending on the others response, but is this really the appropriate time to do it? He'd already ruined the relationship they had before, and..whatever they have now is borderline between being completely crushed with no chance of repair or being mended so they can start anew.
If he goes through with this, either outcome would sure follow. No matter how careful he treads.
..
With a deep sigh that makes Tweek's shoulders flinch, Kyle decides to take the chance. Like Luke said: It's now or never.
"Tweek..." Kyle honestly can't believe he's doing this right now, he's so fucking nervous that he unconsciously bites down on his bottom lip a little too hard. "There's s-something I wanna tell you...Will you hear me out?"
"...I don't have much of a choice."
Kyle applies a bit more pressure onto his lip and does the same with his hands at the blonde's harsh and lackluster voice quality, his teeth pressed hard enough to draw a long string of blood. But he forces himself to continue, he just has to say his next set of words. "I...like you. I have for...quite some time."
A tiny bubble of blood threatens to drop off the edge of Kyle's chin. The non-metallic scent doesn't go unnoticed by the two vampires, Tweek making a face as he tries to ignore the smell whilst Kyle wipes the red trail away with his blazer's sleeve, hoping the faintly sweet fetor doesn't trigger the crazy haired blonde. Even with the blood gone, it's aroma still persists in the air, taking it's time to dissipate. Once the chilly air around them is blood-free, Tweek spares Kyle a look once more but with a blank expression. One Kyle isn't ready to see especially if he's craving for his blood.
When he doesn't hear Tweek say anything, he hesitantly raises his head and meet Tweek's empty gaze. The blue-green pair are unreadable, but he can rest assured that the owner of the set doesn't want his blood. Though they aren't making him feel any less anxious. The two remain that way for awhile, Tweek looking as if he isn't going to reply or is unsure how to respond.
But then it hits Kyle. He now knows what lies behind those expressionless orbs. Softening his face into a sullen smile, he breaks eye contact with the blonde. "I know you don't feel the same way, so you don't have to think this over. We were never really on the bestest of terms, the closest we've been was when I was being nice to you but that didn't last long like I'd hoped it would've. It may have been out of the blue, but I was sincere. I was just...trying to get you to trust me, to show you that I'm not an asshole 24/7. But I fucked it up." He looks back up with eyes gleaming in shame, Tweek's attention was towards the watery abused window. "Tweek when I kissed you yesterday, I was-"
"Stop."
"But-"
"I don't wanna hear anymore."
Before the room becomes soundless of communication for the umpteenth time, Kyle narrows his eyes slightly before asking a question. "Just tell me one thing then." He pauses for a moment. "Did you find the kiss disgusting?"
Such a query was unforeseen, and the stillness of Tweek's body indicates that. Kyle so badly wants to see the others face so he can discern what expression he bores now, all he can deduce based on Tweek's posture is that he's probably thinking the question over. He's actually taking it into consideration.
A minuscule flicker of hope ignites inside Kyle's chest, preserving his calm facade. He loses the look, however, when Tweek finally answers him.
"...I don't know..."
His voice was so low that Kyle is fortunate for his heightened hearing, otherwise he wouldn't have heard him clearly. "What?"
"I said," Tweek slowly turns his head back around in the redhead's direction. "I don't know."
Kyle gives him a small frown, the pure look of miserable confusion on the blonde's face doesn't portray that he's lying. "I heard you, but can you elaborate?" He wants to know outright if Tweek wasn't comfortable with what he did or not, he needs to know.
Annoyance quickly crosses over on said teen's face as he heaves a sigh, then he faces forward. "I honestly can't describe it," he says in a soft voice in contrast with his displeasure. "I hated it...but didn't at the same time."
"So he has mixed feelings about it," Kyle discerns.
"Looks like you have a chance after all. Glad I pushed you into doing this aren't you?" Luke boasts. Kyle does actually, but he admits that silently to himself.
Footsteps and voices out in the hallway abruptly puts an end to their discussion, the meeting was over. The same glimmer of hope Kyle had a minute prior comes back as he watches Tweek lay back down on his side whilst pulling the covers on top of him. When Kyle hears the doorknob being tampered with, he tells Tweek telepathically that he'll see him later as he stands up turning to see Dr. Kero emitting a troubled aura around him as he walks in, closing the door halfway.
"Has Tweek woken up yet?" He asks, tucking his keys inside one of his coat's pockets.
"Yeah," Kyle nods. "Awhile ago. He didn't remember what happened to him so I filled him in."
The man hums as he goes to sit down at his desk, seemingly staring at his reflection through the computer's screen once seated. Before Kyle can ask him what's wrong, Dr. Kero rotates his chair around to look at the teen while speaking.
"You should've came down to the auditorium with me like I'd asked. What Principal Brimestone said was more serious than what he let on."
A grim frown forms on Kyle's face. "How serious?"
With a sigh, the old brunette answers him much to his relief. He knows that the older wouldn't even have to tell him if he had of gone and heard about it himself, but he's thankful for being told nonetheless. But more than one pair of ears listen to what Dr. Kero is saying, the more he goes on concern and uneasiness seeps into the listener's bodies.
Down in the auditorium, the decor a dark red (That being the smooth carpet), black (That being the stage's curtains and the handles in between each folding chair), and brown (That being the seats), was spacious enough to contain who knew how many number of students that triumphed the teachers and staff. Standing not too close to the edge of the stage with a microphone stand in front of him was Micheal, beside him on his left was Henrietta, and on his right was a man with dark blonde hair and green apple colored eyes. His name was Luther Ashton.
The whole place was quiet, not even the rain could be heard as the seated vampires awaited for their Principal to say something. Him placing a hand the microphone's handle after a few seconds signified he's ready speak.
"As I've stated in the announcement," he began only to stop when an ear-splitting screech emitted from the microphone. Most winced at the sound, Micheal resumed once it died down. "I've called you all here to talk about something that's very important. Everyone here knows about vampire hunters don't they? Or at least have some knowledge about them?"
Alternatively, murmurs of dubious bewilderment followed right after. Since hearing the word hunter in the same sentence with vampire was practically taboo in this school, the students weren't taught about them. There were books on them, however there's not much and the students had to ask the librarians for them if they ever wanted a novel.
The noirette silenced the voices down by indicating the continuation of his speech. "I take it some have, and some haven't. Well we," he gestured to himself, Henrietta, and Luther. "Received info on a sneaky hunter that's been going around killing our kind. More than ten have already been killed, and the bastard plans to make all of us their next target."
Before he could say any more, everyone immediately erupted into worried chatter. Questions as to what they were going to do, where the hunter was, if the hunter knew where their school was located, and etc. were all directed at the three administrators. Some teachers along with Craig, Clyde, and Butters appeared a bit too nonchalant on the matter unlike the others. Brendon had an inexplicable expression on his face, Wendell who was sitting beside him questioned the look but was left unanswered. Kenny sat beside Mark had a concentrated appearance on his facial feature, mainly wondering where Kyle was. Though he still hadn't forgiven his best friend for breaking his heart inconsiderately, it's odd for the teen not to be here considering it's immense importance.
"Seriously?" Stan muttered nervously. He, Pip, Ike, Gregory, and Gary were sitting in the same row, the five of them unsure how to feel about this. Would they be spared or- "Wait..." An idea from a brief recollection popped up in Stan's head, and with a small elated smile he told his four friends to meet him in his and Gary's room after school under the commotion.
Nodding with furrowed eyebrows, Ike asked, "Why are you smiling for?"
"You'll know later," was all Stan said.
"Calm down, calm down," Micheal ordered calmly so he could resume. But no one did as instructed. Until...-
"Quiet so he can finish!" Complete and utter silence.
Micheal thanked a slightly peeved Henrietta while Luther had a lazy grin on his face, seeming to be concealing his amusement at seeing the always stoic woman upset. Micheal proceeded by saying that there would be another meeting, but for the teachers and staff after dinner where he alongside Henrietta and Luther would answer their desired questions, much to Christophe's and Damien's dissatisfaction that were different reasons from each other.
"If none of the students have any questions," mint green eyes looked knowingly at the group of five humans in the left middle row. "Then you're all dismissed. Also first period has been extended for thirty more minutes, the rest of the periods will flow as per usual."
Only Christophe grumbled as they all stood and walked out of the auditorium about how shitty the day had gotten, all the while Damien doing a poor job at cheering him up.
As the students headed to their first class, Stan reminded Pip, Ike, Gregory, and Gary about this afternoon, not wanting them to forget even for a second. Walking behind them with approximately six or eight people in front of him, Kenny couldn't help but be a bit interested in what he'd overheard the quintet conversing about. He's actually surprised neither of them asked Principal Brimestone a question, it was blatantly obvious that the man's look in their direction was intended for them specifically. And that's part of why Kenny was curious. He got the feeling that they're planning something...
But he decided to mind his own business, him and Mark making small talk until they went separate ways to their class.
(A/n: I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will up soon)
