Valentine Academy For Vampires Chapter 1: Red Envelope's And A Vampire Academy?, a south park fanfic

(A/n: Twyle is the main paring of this vampire academy AU fic, other pairings are Stenny, Cryutters (Craig X Clyde x Butters), Dristophe, Ikle (Ike x Frikle), and Grip (Gregory x Pip). Please enjoy, also South Park does not belong to me, just the idea and my OC's)

P.S- Some characters will be OOC especially one in particular...

Chapter 1: Red Envelopes And A Vampire Academy?

A full moon is out with a few clouds and dozens of stars littering the night sky. A gentle breeze along with the sounds of the nightlife fills the silence, giving off a very tranquil vibe. A group consisting of six teenage boys (One of them being a bit younger than the other five) are standing in front of a rather large building in the middle of the woods.

Yes, the woods.

They received an invitation stating that they had been selected into this unknown academy two weeks ago, all except one having identical stickers on the back of their hands covered by their gloves. Just like you, the teens are just as confused. They know why they're here, but something seems really off about this building's atmosphere.

Let us recap, shall we?

*Flashback: 2 Weeks Ago*

Tweek stared down at a red envelope decorated with black swirls on his bed, getting an odd feeling from it.

The reason he felt this way was because, just a second ago, he had turned the envelope over and was met with an eerie black seal that was keeping it closed. Being the paranoid person that he was - despite getting his daily dosage of coffee - couldn't look at the red slanted eyes any longer, thinking the letter was sent from some secret organization in Hell.

His legs crossed, the crazy-haired blonde sat there staring at the mysterious letter's cover, his overly suspicious mind coming up with a ridiculous number of scenarios if he were to open it. What if as soon as he opened it, he's sent to a scary world? Hell most likely since it looked like it came from there. The thought seemed bizarre, but this was South Park - unexplainable shit always happened here.

A lot of what if's flooded his mind, he didn't even hear his mother, April, gently knock on the door before entering his room. She approached him. "So, did you find out who sent you the letter?" Tweek didn't even need to answer for she took notice to it still being untouched on his bed. A look of confusion crossed her features. "Honey, why haven't you opened it yet?" While he still appeared dazed, she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Tweek, what's wrong?"

The teen nearly screamed at the sudden physical contact, whirling his head to the side to see his mother staring at him, concern and anticipation in her green eyes. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding as he turned his attention back to the envelope, his mind subsiding on the hundred questions. "Mom...what do you think this letter could be about?" Anyone with a sane mind would know that such a letter would be nothing good, it practically screamed 'open at your own risk.' Tweek really didn't want to do that.

His mother glanced at the item, having not a clue as to what it could be about. In all honesty, she didn't really want him to open it. However, she got the foreboding feeling that if they left it alone, they might regret it. She'd rather avoid such a risk so it's best to get this over with. Who knows, it's probably not even threatening. "I have no idea, but we just can't leave it unopened, can we?" His mother asked. "If it'll make you feel any better, how about I stay here with you and we both look at its contents together? Is that okay with you?"

Tweek nipped his bottom lip. She did have a point, leaving such a letter be could probably come back to bite him in the ass in the future. He looked over into his mother's eyes again, blue-green locking with green. She gave him an encouraging smile and a nod, silently telling him that she would remain by his side. His nerves gradually started to calm. "O-okay. Thanks, mom."

"No problem, sweetie."

Tweek took a deep breath before reaching for the envelope, turning it over and cringing at the seal. It's like the longer he stared into its narrowed crimson eyes, the more creeped out he got. Squeezing his eyes shut, he peeled it off and stuck it face down on his dark green bed sheets. Opening his eyes, he saw that a small white piece of paper was either glued or part of the envelope, the words were written elegantly in red ink.

Hello Tweek Tweak, you are receiving this letter because you along with some others have been selected into my academy for boys only. I know what you are thinking, why was I suddenly chosen to attend such an academy? Well, Mr. Tweak, like I just stated not everyone in your small town has been selected, and believe it or not, I have chosen you for your looks. Yes, your looks, Mr. Tweak. I know it is nothing really special, but once you come to my academy, you'll see why.

So long story short, you and the others will report to the location I have written down at the bottom of this letter in the next two weeks.

You may drive here along with a relative, but one family member only. Please do not bring no more than that, my academy is located here for a reason so I hope you understand, and do not find this letter anymore suspicious.

Me along with the Assistant Principal will be awaiting you and other boys' arrival the Monday after next. Also, keep the seal for authorization purposes.

Can't wait to see you:

Michael Brimestone, Principal of Valentine Academy

Tweek suddenly paled once he read further down the letter for the directions. Right up under the signature was a bloody thumbprint. "GAH! W-what the hell?!" He practically threw the letter on his bed, not bothering to look at the academy's location. The bloodstain on the scrap of paper completely caught him off guard as well as disgusted him.

His mother frowned at his wide-eyed and appalled appearance. Nervously, she looked to the letter before taking and reading it for herself. After doing so, she covered her mouth with a gasp then hurried out of Tweek's room with it. She called for her husband to come and view it as Tweek sat on his bed staring at nothing with some occasional twitching. His mind only digested the real blood print on the white paper and the red-eyed seal, suddenly getting the feeling that his life was going to definitely change...but not for the better...

*Stan*

The Marsh's were in the living room. The television was on, but muted. It was utterly silent. Stan was seated in an armchair next to the couch that occupied his mother and father. Shelly had moved out months ago to attend a college out of state, so things had been pretty peaceful around the house much to Stan's liking, but that's not the main topic right now. Three different shades of blue eyes stared at an envelope in Stan's hand, all looking at it with blatant skepticism.

"Sooo...?" Stan asked expectantly for any sort of response from his parents regarding the scarlet envelope he's holding.

"For some reason, it wasn't in our mailbox but on the porch." His mother then gave him a suspicious glare. "You haven't been signing up on some illegal websites, have you?"

Her accusing tone caused Stan to roll his eyes in disbelief, he knew better. "Of course not, we don't even know who this is really for." He turned the envelope over, making a face at the seal holding it closed. It was a round black bat with pointed red eyes, its tiny wings were like makeshift ears, and it had no mouth.

"What is it?" His parents asked. Instead of answering, he showed them the cause of his quizzical frown.

His mother took the envelope, and both of his parents inspected it closely. After about ten seconds, their eyes widened in shock. His father took it for himself to examine, shuddering when he laid eyes on the seal. "I hope this creepy ass thing ain't for me." He handed it back to Stan, who gave it the same glare his mother gave him moments ago.

"Are you gonna open it?" His mother asked.

Stan nodded his head determinedly. His parents unconsciously held their breaths as he took off the bat seal, sticking it behind his hand. Once he opened it, he immediately started to read.

Hello Stanley Marsh, you are receiving this letter because you along with some others have been selected into my academy for boys only. I know what you are thinking, why was I suddenly chosen to attend such an academy? Well, Mr. Marsh, like I just stated not everyone in your small town has been selected and believe it or not, I have chosen you for your athletic abilities. You are a big fan of football, correct? You will be given a good amount of scholarships if you were to join the football team at my academy.

"That's nice an' all, but how the hell do they know I like football?" Stan pushed the questioning thought aside and continued reading.

So long story short, you and the others will report to the location I have written down at the bottom of this letter in the next two weeks.

Me along with the Assistant Principal will be awaiting you and other boys' arrival the Monday after next. Also, keep the seal for authorization purposes.

Can't wait to see you:

Michael Brimestone, Principal of Valentine Academy

"Valentine Academy? Never heard of it." He glanced down for the directions, but the first thing he saw before that was an actual bloodstain on the paper. More precisely, a bloody thumbprint, which was right under the Principal's name. His mother and father questioned him about his grossed-out expression, but he didn't answer for a second as he placed the letter down on the small wooden table.

"I think you guys need to look over that. I'm gonna go to my room." He got up not sparing a glance at his puzzled parents. He internally prayed that if he slept this off, he would wake up and the red envelope would be nonexistent.

Sharon and Randy watched their son until he was gone from their view up the stairs. Randy took the letter for the both of them to read.

Stan plopped down on his bed with a heavy sigh, this had to be a dream. The letter, the bat seal, being abruptly picked to go to an all-boys academy, and seeing real blood on the paper manifested a single word in his head:

Vampires.

It seemed outrageous, and even he started to doubt the assumption. But after today, the idea seemed kind of palpable. Vampires existed...

After struggling to get rid of the horrifying thought, he decided to take a nap, wanting desperately to wake up from this odd dream. He ended up waking up in the middle of the night. Through the darkness, he spotted two glowing red eyes glaring at him on the back of his hand.

*Ike*

Ike was pulled into a bone-crushing hug from his mother. "Oh, my sweet little Ike, I knew a genius like you would be appreciated sooner or later! Though I don't support the academy bein' just an all-boys academy that's located in the woods. Still, I'm soooo proud of yooou!"

Ike could feel all of the air in his lungs being forced out of him. "Sheila, you're killing him." His father quickly came to his rescue as he gently pried the woman away from their child.

"Oh, I am not." Before letting go, the red-haired woman placed a soft kiss on Ike's forehead, then she and her husband left his room. Sighing, Ike looked towards his nightstand, on it he gave the source of his mother's praising a look of indifference from his cinnamon brown eyes.

Hello Ike Broflovski, you are receiving this letter because you along with some others have been selected into my academy for boys only. I know what you are thinking, why was I suddenly chosen to attend such an academy? Well, Mr. Broflovski, like I just stated not everyone in your small town has been selected and believe it or not, I have chosen you for your intelligence.

Yes, your intelligence, Mr. Broflovski. For a 15 year old, you have a mind that will most likely be on par with college professors thus is the reason I want you in my academy.

So long story short, you and the others will report to the location I have written down at the bottom of this letter in the next two weeks. You may drive here along with a relative, but one family member only. Please do not bring no more than that, my academy is located here for a reason so I hope you understand, and do not find this letter anymore suspicious.

Me along with the Assistant Principal will be awaiting you and other boys' arrival the Monday after next. Also, keep the seal for authorization purposes.

Can't wait to see you:

Michael Brimestone, Principal of Valentine Academy

It seemed equally believable and fishy, but he's leaning closer towards the fishy side.

There are two reasons why he felt this way, the first one being the seal for him to keep. It's not your average looking seal, it was a black bat with eerie red eyes. That alone was dubious enough, just what kind of 'academy' was it? The second reason would probably clarify it - below the Principal's name was a thumbprint embedded with blood. Ike could only assume that it belonged to the Principal.

This was some random timing, but thanks to living in this small, bizarre town the thought of going to an all-boys, vampire academy didn't even seem all that strange to him. Just frightening.

"Wonder how mom and dad would react if they knew," Ike pondered, slightly curious.

He heaved another sigh as he stuck the bat seal on his nightstand, the unnatural stamp making his skin crawl at the mere thought of vampires again. The young teen left his room telling his parents he was going to walk around outside for a bit. As he put on his jacket, hat, gloves, and boots, his mother warned him not to wander too far and he reassured her that he wouldn't before exiting the house. The natural freezing air cooled his tensed body and mind. He ambled around aimlessly, wanting to enjoy his semi-normal life for the last two weeks.

*Gary*

Gary's teal-colored eyes stared mistrustfully at the red envelope on his lap, he'd received it this morning upon leaving the house. He and his family were driving to church for their daily devotion to their religion, Mormonism.

"When are you gonna open it?" His younger brother, Dave, inquired impatiently. Gary had been doing nothing but scowling at the letter throughout the car ride.

The blonde blinked at the sound of his little brother's voice, but his expression didn't change. This envelope didn't sit well with him in the slightest, he was unsure whether if he should open it or not. "I don't know. I don't trust it." He lifted up the red item and turned it over, a shady seal kept the envelope fastened.

"Oh, what could be wrong with it?" His mother, Olivia, asked. "We'll be arriving at the church soon, so you either open it now or when we get home." His father, James, nodded his head in agreement, his eyes focused on the road ahead.

Gary frowned, that's easy for her to say. She wasn't the one who was going to open the letter now was she? He instantly shook the rude thought from his head, he loved and respected his parents way too much to think like that. He ripped the bat seal off then unfolded the envelope. But before reading what was written, he rolled down his window to get rid of the unpleasant looking sticker. It flickered wildly on his finger for several seconds, then it was completely blown away by the strong wind. He doubted he would need such a thing anyway. He quickly rolled up his window and shivered, the wintry South Park air never ceased to make him detest its weather. This towns already low temperature just kept decreasing day by day.

He looked down at the letter, surprised to find the paper normal with the words inscribed in neat red ink.

Hello Gary Harrison, you are receiving this letter because you along with some others have been selected into my academy for boys only. I am aware that you are a Mormon so attending an all-boys academy will most likely go against your religion, but I assure you that there will be no homoerotic activities within my academy.

So long story short, you and the others will report to the location I have written down at the bottom of this letter in the next two weeks.

Me and the Assistant Principal will be awaiting you and other boys' arrival the Monday after next. Also, keep the seal for authorization purposes.

Can't wait to see you:

Michael Brimestone, Principal of Valentine Academy

Uh oh...looked like he needed that seal after all...

Upon looking down for the academy's location, Gary came across a blood print from a thumb underneath the Principal's name. He expressed his repulsion with a groan, catching his family's attention for they asked him the reason for making such a sound.

"Uh, it's best that I show you all instead." His nervous reply only made them more curious.

Five minutes later, they arrived at their destination. James managed to find an empty parking spot right in front of the church. The family of seven exited the van and stood outside of the building. Gary handed his father the letter since his mother had her hands full holding up his baby sister Amanda. The five of them crowded around James so they could see what was written, Gary waiting restlessly as he stared down at the snow beneath his feet.

It's two or so minutes later when he was given back the letter, his parents' faces appearing to be processing what they'd just read. "We'll...discuss this once we return home," his mother said. His older siblings, Mark and Jenny gave him a look, something he couldn't quite decipher in their eyes. Perhaps they were revolted by the idea of him going to an all-boys academy. Dave, on the other hand, had lost his interest in the matter.

The Harrison's walked into the church. Gary's mind was too focused on the letter and what his parents were going to tell him once they left to participate in his daily recreations.

*Pip*

Pip gently placed his plain and colorless teacup down on the matching small plate that was on his glass coffee table, his day of leisure coming to a curt end thanks to an unusual looking envelope. Living alone had its perks, but in a situation such as this, the company of a relative or even a friend would be very comforting. But his parents died six years ago, and he had no siblings or friends.

He then wondered how one would handle this kind of predicament by theirself, he knew for sure that one must try and maintain an unperturbed mind. However, over the years of living alone, he slowly lost his optimism, only keeping up the act when in school. Although no one bullied him anymore, he remained friendless. People were nice to him every now and then, but he knew they were doing it out of pity. He would love to have a true friend one day, just one would be enough for him.

Clearing his head with a light shake, Pip's light blue eyes gazed down at the red object next to his teacup. What did he have to lose? Well hopefully not his life, he hadn't given up on it, and would like to continue living. He seized the envelope and flipped it on its back, tensing up at what he saw. "First time seeing a bat as a seal..." Trying not to succumb to his uneasiness, he pulled the seal off, deciding to worry about the details later. What was written in it was more important. He stuck the sticker on the edge of his table, and began to read.

Hello Phillip Pirrup, you are receiving this letter because you along with some others have been selected into my academy for boys only. i know what you are thinking, why was I suddenly chosen to attend such an academy? Well, Mr. Pirrup, like I just stated not everyone in your small town has been selected and believe it or not, I have chosen you because I know you want a change.

You secretly yearn for a change, and I can grant it for you. Going to my academy will be what you need, Mr. Pirrup.

You and the others will report to the location I have written down at the bottom of this letter in the next two weeks. You may drive here along with a relative, but I know that you have no other family members. My academy is located here for a reason so I hope you understand, and do not find this letter anymore suspicious.

Me and the Assistant Principal will be awaiting you and other boys' arrival the Monday after next. Also, keep the seal for authorization purposes.

Can't wait to see you:

Michael Brimestone, Principal of Valentine Academy

The British boy stared at the letter with wide eyes of mixed emotions. Whoever this Michael person was, was not a normal being. He couldn't be for knowing this much about him. Pip looked below the letter, and scrunched up his face upon seeing the Principal's bloody thumbprint under his name. Closing the envelope, Pip set it back down on his table and leaned back against his chair, letting his mind process what Principal Brimestone had wrote to him.

"He knows about my mundane and pitiful life somehow. He must've done some intensive research on me and the other boys he'd chosen."

Leaning forward, Pip reached for his cup and calmly sipped on his remaining tea. It's true that he did desire his lifestyle to shift to a brighter side, however he never made it obvious. Intentionally, at least. No one here in South Park was that mindful of his forced cheerfulness, if they were they never pointed it out. Meaning they never cared.

His mood plummeting, Pip placed the empty teacup back down on its plate. "Will this be a good change or a bad one, I wonder..."

*Gregory*

Gregory's butler knocked twice on his bedroom door. Once permitted entry, the middle-aged man walked in holding a silver platter in one hand, his other arm folded behind his back. On top of the tray was a sanguine envelope. "Master Gregory, an anonymous letter was discarded before your doorstep today."

Gregory turned away from his desktop computer to look at what his butler brought him, furrowing his eyebrows. "Just this, Sumner?" He asked as he took the item, his apricot-colored eyes studying every inch of it. It had no address nor the name it was intended for on its front, and not even a stamp.

"Yes, sir," his butler replied.

"Of all the times to obtain such a thing," Gregory thought, annoyed. He had just received an assassination request, and the pay matched his standards, but he doubted the same could be said about its difficulty. Every single offer he had so far had been awfully easy, but if they were willing to pay over a million pounds for it to be done then he wasn't going to complain. He'd moved out of South Park and back to England to continue this illegal, clandestine business, he'd actually went to the small town just to get away from doing such dangerous works. He began at the young age of 10 years old, sadly his partner had died during one of their trips at that very age.

One must never allow their emotions to get in their way of killing someone, even if it's someone they knew.

"Thank you, you're dismissed," Gregory said facing the computer monitor.

"You're welcome, sir." Sumner bowed before walking out, shutting the door behind him.

Gregory wasted no time opening the envelope, paying no mind to the bat seal. He planted it on the side of his desk as he read what was addressed to its unnamed receiver.

Hello Gregory Yardale, you are receiving this letter because you along with some others have been selected into my academy for boys only. I know what you are thinking, why was I suddenly chosen to attend such an academy? Well, Mr. Yardale, I know you used to reside in South Park, but you went back to England to do some assassination work - or rather to continue it.

Gregory couldn't hide his shock. For some stranger to know of this...he's a well-trained assassin, an expert in this field. He made absolute certain to leave no traces of his killings behind so no one like this person could track him. So, how...—

"No, calm down and finish reading it first."

Worry not, I won't tell anyone. Not like I have anyone to tell it to anyway. Just know that if you come to my academy, you will be assigned to much better assassination tasks, ones that will be worth your while. You will also receive both good payments, and good grades upon completion. Sounds like a good deal, no?

My academy is located in Denver, but I know you wouldn't waste such a profitable opportunity like this. Also bring your weapon, your trusty cutlass.

You and the others will report to the location I have written at the bottom of this letter in the next two weeks. You may drive here along with a relative, but one family member only. Please do not bring no more than that, my academy is located here for a reason so I hope you understand, and do not find this letter anymore suspicious.

Me and the Assistant Principal will be awaiting you and other boys' arrival the Monday after next. Also, keep the seal for authorization purposes.

Can't wait to see you:

Michael Brimestone, Principal of Valentine Academy

After a brief second, Gregory felt his lips curl into a smirk, also disregarding the bloody thumbprint below the Principal's name. This seemed interesting yet highly deceiving. He wouldn't mind going back to Colorado to resume his work there, especially if the pay was worthwhile like the man stated. Plus, even if this was a trap, he would be ready for it.

Laying the letter down on his desk, Gregory looked at the request again. He was to be at the academy two weeks from now, so doing one final assassination mission wouldn't hurt or take too long. He clicked the accept button.

*End Of Flashback*

"Man, what's taking them so long? We've been out here for ten freakin' minutes now!"

"Stanley, please don't start whining. Both the Principal and his assistant will be out here shortly so just be a little more patient."

"Be a little more patient, my ass!"

Ike huffs as both him, Tweek, Pip, and Gary listen to Stan and Gregory's bickering. Back when Gregory stayed in South Park, they became rivals. Why this happened? Ike doesn't know nor does he care, he just wants to get out of the chilly night air and into the warm building before them. Even though it looks really ominous.

It's two minutes later that the double doors start creaking open, two beings coming into view from in the doorway. "I am so sorry for making you all wait out here for so long, please hurry inside," the masculine voice says as him and the other figure step back into the building. The group of six waste no time entering...but it feels no different than it does outside. Ike bites back a groan of disappointment as he shivers.

A man and a woman stand before them in the middle of two sets of stairs leading up to the second floor. The pale curly-haired noirette with black eyeliner around his mint-green eyes is giving them a warm smile whereas the female with medium-length ebony hair is looking the complete opposite. She's wearing purple lipstick along with black eye shadow that brings out her milky white skin, her topaz-colored eyes giving them an emotionless stare. The both of them are doused in dark clothing: the man's attire consists of a turtleneck sweater, dress pants, and dress shoes. The woman is wearing a dress that stopped a little ways below her kneecaps, a ruby cross necklace, studded earrings, fingerless gloves, and short heeled gothic boots that filled the small gap the dress couldn't cover.

"As you've probably already guessed, my name is Michael Brimestone, and I am the Principal of this academy." He gestures towards his companion. "This here is one of the Assistant Principals, Henrietta Biggle." She bows her head, her neutral facade still present when she looks back up. All of a sudden, Michael's smile broadens in a mischievous manner to show off his protruding fangs.

"Welcome humans to Valentine Academy, a learning institute for vampires."

(A/n: Yeah I think I started this off on a good note, well some comments would be nice stating such. I hope you enjoyed, please leave a review, fave and follow if you liked. The next chapter will be up soon)