(A/n: Ms. Rain here with chapter six with a little something towards the end of the chapter. Please enjoy)
Chapter 6: Sweet Allure
Tweek was sat nervously on the bleachers in his second period class - Gym, along with Stan and Kyle. Their teacher, Coach Stuart McCormick, was stood before his students, a baseball cap over his light brown locks. It was your typical looking gym containing four basketball hoops - two of them were accessible on the opposite ends of the court, but the other two on the left and right were not. The lights above reflected through the vinyl floorboards, there's no scratches or specks of grime anywhere. The outlines of the court were black, and there were three rectangular plastic windows on the upper left and right sides of the gymnasium, partially displaying the heavy rain outside.
Coach McCormick cleared his throat for his class' attention, even though there wasn't a need to because nobody said anything. "Alright, we have two new students joinin' us taday so aah want them to come on up." Tweek broke out into a cold sweat as he stood from the bleachers, Stan holding back the urge to groan as he did the same, growing tired of his teachers being lazy about not introducing their new students themselves. He didn't even care that this was only the second class, doing a simple name call wasn't so hard. They positioned themselves beside their coach. "Which one of you wanna say yer name first?"
"I'll do it," Stan sighed, much to Tweek's relief. He was way too nervous right now to speak, and was afraid that he would embarrass himself in front of the twenty-something students. "The names Stan Marsh." His introduction sounded grumpy, but he couldn't help it. He is annoyed.
"Well aren't you friendly," a student retorted sarcastically. Conversations sparked from there, all gibing at the blank-faced noirette and even making fun of Tweek.
Ignoring them, Stan noticed a blonde sitting far away from his classmates, giving him a peculiar look. It was a spine-chilling gaze he didn't like.
"Ya'll settle down," Coach McCormick ordered with the roll of his brown eyes. They did after a short while. "Yer up next, spiky."
The man's voice pulled Stan out from the brief trance the eyes had put him under. Blinking, he saw the blonde lean back against the closed bleachers with his arms crossed and eyes shut. He gave the teen a skeptical glare but didn't dwell on the matter, he's just some asshole trying to scare him.
Tweek swallowed the lump in his throat, his body tensing up and his heart racing. The eyes of every vampire on the bleachers put twice as much pressure on him, waiting for him to say his name so they could go about their class. But Tweek couldn't do it. It was thanks to Kenny that he'd managed to do it last class. Sadly, he's not in this one. Kyle didn't seem like he was going to encourage Tweek like his friend did, but rather stare at him with a look that's urging him to hurry up and stop wasting time. And to make him feel even worse, he didn't drink any coffee nor eat breakfast due to being in the infirmary. If only he hadn't taken that nap this morning...
Stan noticed red seeping into Tweek's neck bandages. He frowned, hoping the teen wasn't going to pass out from his strenuous thinking. Coach McCormick soon detected a recognizable scent filling the air, he walked away to his office grumbling under his breath, not in the mood to deal with a student whose injury he thought was taken care of. Plus, the gradually accumulating smell of Tweek's blood was starting to get to him.
"Tweek?" Stan said. The crazy-haired blonde was unresponsive. His skin color wasn't looking so healthy, he's sweating despite it being cold, and his breathing was coming out as labored pants. Stan cursed then grabbed and slung Tweek's arm over his shoulder so he didn't collapse.
The vampire students began to murmur to one another, the aroma of Tweek's blood had some compelled to jump out of their seats to suck him dry while the others cringed and covered their noses. One sharp look from their Student Council Committee President halted the thirsty vampires from even thinking about harming the human further. Getting up, he walked over to the duo.
"Let me take him to the infirmary," Kyle insisted monotonously.
Stan glared at him for his lack of a concerning tone, at least mean like you're going to take care of him. "I'll do it myself." Securing his hold on Tweek's wrist and waist, he took cautious steps towards the double doors.
"Do you even remember where it is?" Kyle asked.
"Of course, I do," Stan snapped. After they'd escaped 'The Dangerous-' well, Craig's clutches because he was insistent on not letting them leave, Stan and the others (except Kyle who had handled things from there) took Tweek to the infirmary. The only thing he remembered was the door being white, not where it's located.
Kyle suddenly intercepted him, forcing him to stop yet again. He could go to the other set of doors on the other side, but he's already this close to the ones in front of him. "Get the hell outta the way, can't you see-"
"Yes I can clearly see that Tweek needs help. That's why I should be the one to take him, not you." Kyle gave him a subtle frown expressing his remorse for Tweek's injury. Stan wanted to berate him so badly for telling Kenny to introduce them to those insane bastards out of the blue, but held his tongue. As long as Kyle knew he's at fault, Stan would simply let him wallow in his guilt.
The second reminder of 'The Dangerous Three' brought about a recollection of when he'd secretly learned about Craig's past in Mr. DeLorne's class. His abrupt hatred towards his own kind that drove him to kill his own parents was still baffling. Stan got the feeling that his grudge about being a vampire was a ploy otherwise he wouldn't be this way now, would he? Well, he wouldn't really know since he's just a human, but something didn't sit well with him about Craig, and locking eyes with him minutes ago only doubled the feeling.
Stan sighed. Tweek was steadily losing blood the longer they dawdled. "Alright fine, you can take him. You owe him that much at least for last night." His sapphire eyes narrowed into a condemning scowl that Kyle ignored, the redhead taking the now passed out Tweek and hoisting him up bridal style. Kyle couldn't help but notice that the blonde felt light for his age, perhaps even a human could carry him as if he was a pillow.
He teleported out of the gym, leaving behind a black mist. Not a split second later did Stan feel more than one pair of eyes on him, however he knew this chill all too well after the first time from a certain vampire. He headed back to his spot on the bleachers, brushing off the blonde's gaze while they waited for their coach to return.
As Kyle takes Tweek to the nurses office, he thinks back to what Stan just told him much to his disliking and confusion. He owes Tweek for last night? For what? It's not even his fault that he got hurt. If anyone owes this human anything, it's Kenny. He's the one who took them to meet 'The Dangerous Three'. Kyle had meant to ask him why he did that earlier, but he had to make sure all of the chains were securely around the couple's door first as well as tell Tweek to be tight-lipped about the encounter. He also could've questioned his friend during breakfast, but he wanted to do it privately. He'd firmly warned the other humans to keep quiet about the incident also.
So in short, Kenny is supposed to be Tweek's caretaker, not him. The mere thought irks him. Calming himself from getting riled up, Kyle looks down at the pale, unconscious teen in his arms, the right side of his neck is stained a deep red, but it doesn't push Kyle into picking up the pace. Losing that much blood isn't fatal. He continues to stare at Tweek's slender neck, more specifically at the luscious color painting half of the gauze. For some odd reason, the scent of the red fluid is...sweet, as if Tweek has nothing but sugar running through his veins. He detected nothing like this last night.
The longer he stares and inhales, the more the saccharine redolence captivates Kyle, close to overtaking his senses. He isn't so keen on drinking directly from a human, in fact, he has never done so. Not even once. He finds it ill-mannered and absolutely disgusting. But this abnormal fragrance is compelling him out of his comfort zone, to get a taste straight from the source in his arms.
"Just one little sip wouldn't hurt, would it?"
Kyle doesn't register his feet coming to a halt, his lime-green eyes that are transfixed on Tweek's neck dimming in color. As if possessed, he leans down towards the human's throat, his mouth slightly opening to expose the tips of his sharp canines. Once he's mere inches away from biting down on tender flesh, he can hear Tweek's pulse right in his eardrums. The slow steady beat of his heart only tempts Kyle even more, he opens his mouth a bit wider.
"Almost thereeee~"
"Ngh..."
Tweek's groan stops him, his fangs faintly poking the bandages. Kyle snaps out of it as the blonde starts squirming a little in his hold, if Kyle hadn't cleared his befuddled mind, he would've dropped him where he's standing.
Tweek blinks his eyes open, feeling strangely comfortable. He tries not to relish the feeling as he forces his fuzzy mind to think back on what happened to him. He recalls being in the gymnasium, then the coach calling on both him and Stan to introduce themselves. Stan went first then it was his turn and from there, the last thing he remembers is experiencing a throbbing pain in his neck before his vision went black.
So, where is he now?
"I'm taking you to the infirmary."
Tweek jolts, almost shrieking at the closeness of the familiar voice. After carefully fixing the blonde's position - who blushes in both shock and embarrassment at being cradled - Kyle starts back walking. Tweek sneaks a peek up at the redhead, his eyes appearing dull and unfocused. Confused as to why he looks like that although he's afraid to ask, Tweek diverts his attention elsewhere as he unconsciously relaxes in Kyle's arms.
Meanwhile, Kyle mentally reprimands himself. He thought he had better self-control than to let some enticing smell, on top of his voice lure him into nearly losing his head. He'd believed that an animal smelled and undoubtedly tasted better than a mortal's blood. But today, it seems he was proven wrong.
They approach Dr. Kero's office two minutes later. Kyle knocks on the door with his foot, but the doctor doesn't open it in his normal, speedy time frame. He decides not to wait any longer for the old man to let them in so he opens the door himself by lowering Tweek's bottom half to the floor, then opening the door with his free hand. Not bothering to pick him up again, he ushers Tweek inside the room, realizing instantly that the male nurse is absent. Kyle glares at the two beds, the first one's sheets are missing. Dr. Kero most likely went out to change them for whatever reason so Kyle escorts Tweek over to the bed by the window, the white curtains opened revealing the downpour outside. He gently sits Tweek down on the mattress, then ponders on what to do next. He can either tend to Tweek himself or wait for Dr. Kero to come back to do it instead.
"U-umm," Tweek utters tentatively. Kyle looks at him, Tweek frowning at his emotionless mien. He lowers his gaze to his lap, unnerved by the expression. "I-I just wanted to-"
"No need to thank me. It was the least I could do since you apparently got hurt because of me."
Apparently? He'd clearly told Kenny to take them to see those three vampires! Tweek dares not voice that thought out loud as Kyle saunters over to the doctor's cabinets for some clean bandages, a cotton swab, and disinfectant. He locates and seizes the needed materials, then heads back over to Tweek. "Do you want me to do it or Dr. Kero?"
Tweek doesn't even mull over the question, he'd rather Dr. Kero treat him. But since he isn't here, he has no other choice than to accept Kyle's treatment. It's better than waiting who knows how long for the male nurse to return... "Y-you can do it," he murmurs, much to Kyle's shock. He assumed the teen resented him, but if he thinks about it, Tweek is probably giving him this chance to make up for his 'mistake'.
Suppressing his anger once again, Kyle sets the items on the bed then gets a stool, putting it in front of Tweek. "Scoot closer."
Tweek does as told. Kyle reaches for his bloody dressing, and he flinches. The redhead pauses as he frowns angrily at the tensed teen, who's avoiding his eyes. This is one of the many things Kyle detests about humans: they are so indecisive. "If you didn't want me to do this, then you should've said so."
Tweek frowns at his frustrated tone, feeling a similar emotion emerging within himself. Why's it wrong for him to shy away when someone's about to touch his throat? It's a natural reflex! Suddenly, his vision distorts. Startled, he clenches his eyes shut before blinking them open. He feels lightheaded. "F-fine, I'll keep still."
Kyle tries not to look troubled at the greatly soaked bandages. "Lift your head."
Tweek does then Kyle reaches for his neck again. Tweek tells himself to keep still as Kyle's cold fingers slowly remove the gauze. All the while Kyle tells himself not to succumb to the sweet smelling blood a second time while he's taking the plasters off. Once he's finished, the scent hits him at full force, but he stays strong. He places the bloody wraps on the white covers, not caring about the potential stains. He grabs the disinfectant bottle and the cotton swab, twisting off the lid then dipping one end of the short thin stick into the container. Fastening the top back over it, he looks to Tweek, who's bracing himself for the upcoming pain.
Putting the bottle back on the bed, Kyle dabs at one of the bite punctures. Tweek hisses a swear word. "Bear with it for a sec." He does the same procedure two more times on the wound before using the dry end of the swab to wipe off the remaining blood on the skin of Tweek's neck. The teen sighs out in relief once it's over, the scorching pain was unbearable but he miraculously survived. Kyle takes the unstaunched bandages and cotton swab to the trashcan, looking down at them with grimace before disposing them. He deposits the disinfectant back into the cabinet shortly after, then returns to Tweek's side to finish up. "Can you stand up? It'll be much easier to apply the bandages around your neck that way."
Nipping his lower lip, Tweek gets out of bed. The second he's on his feet, he's hit with a dizzy spell. Kyle catches his slumping form by the shoulders, landing against Kyle's chest.
Tweek blushes again, finding Kyle's embrace weirdly pleasant just like before. "S-sorry...I-I'm okay now," he says softly to which Kyle does not believe. Tweek is as pale as the covers on the bed, and he's panting as if he'd been running. Kyle is about to tell the teen to sit on the stool instead before an all too familiar smell enters his nostrils. The voice inside his head chuckles. Suddenly, his eyes start struggling in color, red trying to engulf lime-green. Gradually, his grip on Tweek tightens amidst his struggle, not hearing the human questioning him. His mind is only concentrated on the blood that's trying to overwhelm his senses—no, not just the blood, him as well. Kyle has to warn Tweek before it's too late.
"T-Tweek, g-get a-away," he barely manages to say, his grip on the blonde only increasing the more he fights.
Tweek winces, his nails digging into his shoulders. Just what has gotten into Kyle? Before he can fully grasp the situation, he is roughly shoved to the bed. Momentarily dazed, he gapes at Kyle, baffled. The red-haired vampire is hugging himself with trembling hands, his teeth clenched tight enough to draw thin strings of blood. "W-what the hell's going on with you?!"
Kyle's eyes fly open, and Tweek instantly goes rigid as he gapes into intense vermilion irises. After a beat of silence, a smile creeps up on 'Kyle's' lips. It is a predator-like grin that gives Tweek goosebumps. The redhead slowly inches towards him, his smile broadening the closer he gets. Tweek tries to move, but he's too scared. He can't even look away. Is 'Kyle' going to kill him? Is he going to suck the life out of him, and then hide his shriveled up corpse where nobody will find him?
Like a lion that's caught it's prey, 'Kyle' pins Tweek's arms above his head, gliding his tongue across his cheek then over to his lips, ensnaring him in a kiss. Tweek stiffens, a hundred questions that he knows will not be answered going through his mind. He retches at the tang of copper in his mouth, however...the kiss isn't aggressive...But it doesn't mean he likes it. Feebly, he squirms underneath 'Kyle' the longer the lip-locking progresses, eventually expending the last ounce of energy he had.
The redhead savors the feel of his soft lips for a couple more seconds before pulling back, a trail of saliva leaving from their mouths. The teen's red eyes soften at the flustered, breathless state he's reduced Tweek to. "You're so cute, no wonder your blood smells sweet."
...What is he talking about? And why...did he sound different?
"You were practically seducing Kyle with your blood, Tweeky." The teen weakly cringes at the nickname, whimpering when the vampire lowers his head near his neck, feeling his warm breath ghosting over the bite wound. "Since he was too much of a pussy to follow his desire, I decided to do it for him." He licks the two small-sized punctures, sending a burning, cold shiver down Tweek's spine. 'Kyle' chuckles at his reaction, sitting up with his predatory smile still intact. "I should warn you that your blood will get you killed one day. You actually could've died or been a special meal for Craig and his boyfriends to share, but seeing as how neither happened, it seems you have a bit of luck on your side. Or should I say had."
Tweek's eyes widen in horror, but now he understands why 'Kyle' is acting like this. Blood does drive a vampire crazy to the point of killing the person they're feeding off of, but what he doesn't get is the supposed sweet fragrance his blood gives off or 'Kyle's' sudden behavior change.
"W-who the hell are you?"
With a blink, the red-eyed teen's smile forms into a Cheshire-like grin. "Oooh~ so you noticed. Well I kinda did give myself away just a moment ago." He leans down towards Tweek's ear. "My name is Luke, and I'm Kyle's alter-ego."
Before Tweek can digest what he just said, Luke sinks his fangs into the other side of his neck. Tweek gasps as an intense hot pain travels throughout his body, the color in his blue-green eyes rapidly dulling. His throat can't produce a single sound, his body going limp. Noticing this, Luke eases up. He looks down at the unmoving human, his eyes halfway closed. Luke frowns. "Aww, you're not dead, are you?" He bends down to kiss him one last time. The taste of his own blood makes Tweek gag, and he coughs the red fluid out. It is not as Luke described it to be.
Pulling back while releasing Tweek's wrists, Luke wipes away the blood around his mouth with his tongue, using his arm to get rid of the rest that Tweek hacked up. He smiles. "Good to know you're still alive. Sadly, I have to go. Kyle's throwing a fit right now." He chuckles. "I'll hopefully see ya around, Tweeky. Don't forget about me, okay?" And with that, he is gone, the black smoke he left behind whisking away.
Tweek lays there not able to move a muscle. His skin complexion is deathly pale, he's barely conscious, and his neck is leaking fresh blood from his new and old bite marks. He passes out just as the door opens followed by a shout of concern.
(A/n: I hoped you like both the action between my male OC and Tweek and this chapter. The next chapter will be up soon)