(A/n: Trigger warning: self-harm near the end)

Chapter 16: Acceptance

Three days have passed, and Tweek hasn't left his new room since the day he moved into it.

In the darkness sits the pale-haired blonde, all by his lonesome, his body hunched into a position with his knees up to his chest and his head buried on top of his folded arms. It's still raining lightly outside, and the clouds had a slightly brighter hue.

Despite the faint dark grey coloring of the clouds, it is still morning; Kyle and Kenny had left to attend their classes several minutes ago. They didn't force him to go to his own much to his relief, feigning a deep sleep until they were gone so they wouldn't question or maybe pester him about going. After they left, Tweek waited a couple seconds then got up to turn the lamp off between Kyle's and Kenny's beds, sitting down on his own bed that once belonged to the redhead's and blonde's previous roommate.

As he sat in a bored daze, Tweek wonders if the other vampire he switched with is occupying his bed as well in the room he used to share with Stan and Gary. At the thought of those two, Tweek heaves a heavy sigh. Just picturing Stan's and Gary's sympathetic yet tense expressions when he went to pack up his things a couple of days prior makes him feel...strangely betrayed. He'd gotten the notion that they thought he might attack them or something with how awkward and on-edge they were around him. In all honesty, Tweek had hoped that Stan and Gary would've done something about this unforeseen predicament, especially Stan seeing as how he seemed like he wanted to punch something or someone that day underneath his tense exterior. Tweek, without a doubt, would've went along with whatever Stan had of planned to do, Tweek had every right to kick up a fuss about what had happened to him. In fact, he wanted to rant about it.

But instead, little to no words at all were exchanged between the three, and before Tweek even knew it he found himself situated in Kyle's and Kenny's room.

Tweek jolts when he hears a soft rumble penetrate the silence. It wasn't thunder he heard, the sound came from within his stomach, announcing to him that he needs to eat since he had consumed only medicine ever since he'd gotten some of his blood sucked.

Grimacing at the fact, he straightens his faintly numb legs down on the bed sheets and stares down at his lap. A lot has happened in this one week that left him unable to eat or drink anything aside from just medicine. Immense dread hits him when he realizes that he might not be able to drink coffee anymore, feeling he will go mad from 'coffee-lust' instead of bloodlust. He cannot find himself drinking blood from anyone or anything, just the thought of it is supposed to utterly disgust Tweek, however it greatly appealed to his stomach. But in the form of a painful ache.

Wrapping both arms around his gut with a pained groan, he lays down on his side. He can feel himself breaking out into a cold sweat as the gripping pain within his abdomen increases at a leisure pace, it is a sensation he can't describe knowledgeably but he knows what the cause is. He closes his eyes as if he's about to fall asleep. He doesn't care what's happening to him right now, he could be experiencing severe symptoms of starvation or he could be entering the bloodlust phase.

Whichever it is doesn't concern him, although he feels tears building up behind his eyelids. If he is going into the bloodlust phase, then he can only hope that he's killed quickly afterwards.

/

Tweek finds himself frantically looking around his surroundings, standing in the middle of what appears to be a bedroom. His wide eyes take in the familiar dark green walls, bare of anything but it's painted color, then a desk with over a dozen sheets of used paper and some pencils and pens - which is diagonally stationed in front of a bed with matching dark green sheets. The bed is by a window with its curtains opened, letting in some dull light from the clouded sky. And lastly is a nightstand right next to the bed, only an alarm clock and a lamp are on its surface.

Tweek can't help but do a double take around the room. "N-no way, this is...my room?!" He thinks in realization. "But how did I end up here?!" Slow, trembling fingers go up to healthy yet messy blonde hair, gripping the golden strands gently before tightening. "I-I'm home...I'm finally home."

Elated, Tweek runs to his bathroom, flipping on the light switch and looking into the mirror. A big smile of relief spreads across his lips the instant he looks at his reflection, both his blue-green eyes and skin complexion are back to normal. In fact, he isn't even wearing the dress shirt he last saw himself in, it's replaced with his usual mis-buttoned, long-sleeved green shirt. Which also means his black pants are also replaced with his blue jeans, and that is indeed true when he looks down, also seeing clean white socks on his feet.

Suddenly, his vision begins to blur and a teardrop lands onto his foot. With a sniffle, Tweek wipes his eyes with his sleeve and leaves the bathroom. He looks around his room one last time. "Thank God, that was all just some crazy nightmare," he thinks with great solace. There's no way vampires are real, him being turned into one was all just some farfetched dream he had experienced. "I gotta cut down on the coffee before bed," he scolds himself mentally with the shake of his head. At the mention of his favorite beverage, he gets a strong craving for some. He makes his way towards the door. He opens it, but instantly feels an odd chill run down his spine. The silence below the stairs practically makes him shudder.

With a nervous gulp, Tweek begins his trek down the stairs, his hands reaching for his arms as a source of comfort. Once he's on the last step, the strange feeling grows stronger, and he grips his arms tighter. He walks into the living room whilst looking around, but finds nobody else here. He stops by the couch to hear any sounds from in the kitchen, but all is silent. He nips his bottom lip. "Where's mom and dad?" He wonders to himself. This isn't the first time he's been left home alone, and not even on the first day did he feel this immense uneasiness. Yes, he was skeptical about being home by himself at first, but his parents waited until he was at least 15 years old. The lonely experience became unbearable after the first three minutes, forcing him to leave the house in a panic. He didn't return home until his parents did. In fact, that's what he will do right now, he'll wander the streets of town then come back, hopefully to see his parents here. He hurries towards the front door, letting go of his arms to grab his shoes and put them on. Afterwards, he hastily reaches for the doorknob, turns it, and bolts out of the house as if he's being chased by a killer, slamming the door shut behind him. The teenager sighs once he's on the sidewalk, annoyed at his paranoid-self for forgetting to get some of his precious coffee all because he can't handle being alone. But he couldn't shake the lingering unease from his body, knowing that the loneliness mostly had nothing to do with it.

Deciding to ignore it, which took some effort to do, Tweek pushes himself into walking. The cold doesn't bother him as he strolls down the sidewalk without a destination in mind, having gotten used to the harsh weather unlike most over the years. There's not one droplet of snow to add to the frigidness.

After spotting the familiar sign of Stark's Pond, and the big body of water in front of a bench a couple of minutes later, he goes to the well-known spot. Before sitting down on the bench, Tweek dusts the snow off of it, leaving not a single white speck left. He doesn't even shiver when his butt makes contact with the freezing seat, instead he looks out into the pond and watches the grey clouds' reflections move little by little on the clear surface of the water.

As time slowly passes by, Tweek feels his eyelids becoming heavy. He wills himself not to succumb to sleep, shaking his head feverishly then rubbing at his eyes as an attempt to keep himself awake. He doesn't want to end up getting sick from sleeping out here, what if he becomes so sick that he wouldn't be able to make it home? He'd die out here, and his parents would be clueless of his whereabouts!

However, such a dreadful thought does not deter his drowsiness, and Tweek loses the strength to keep battling, his head drooping to the side with his eyes closing.

'SNAP'

Tweek's eyes fly open in that instant and his head shoots upright, quickly looking around for the source of the twig snapping.

"GAH!" He shrieks when he notices a person's head peeking out from behind a tree, their identity unknown thanks to them wearing a black hoodie with the hood over their head. Tweek gets up from the bench, daring not to look away from the mysterious person who he fears might kill him once he takes his eyes away from them. "I-I gotta get outta here!" He thinks urgently. Just as he takes a step back, he finds himself unable to move his other foot. "W-what the-" Eyes widening in growing horror, the blue-green pair find themselves looking into a pair of bright blue eyes, the gleam in them disturbing from underneath the person's abyss-like hood.

"Did you really think you could escape reality, Tweek Tweak?" They ask, their tone indicating that the individual is a male with how deep his voice was when he spoke. The man steps out from behind the tree, wearing ebony-colored pants and combat boots. Tweek watches him, scared to even open his mouth to make a sound. "You cannot escape the fate given to you, just wake up and accept it."

What is this man talking about? Tweek so badly wants to ask, but fear holds his lips shut tight. Suddenly, the man's blue eyes disappear, freeing Tweek from restriction although he isn't aware of it nor does he have the willpower to move an inch. Is this man going to kill him? Is that his fate, to die by this guy's hands? Tweek doesn't completely understand, but is certain that he is going to lose his life here. Tears well up and spill from his eyes, and little to almost silent whimpers escape through his lips. The suspiciously dressed man chuckles at him crying, but Tweek doesn't care, hopefully he'll have pity on him and let him go. Tweek promises not to tell a soul of this encounter, hell he'll even forget this ever happened!

"You are one pathetic boy. I almost feel sorry for you."

In the blink of an eye, the man somehow ends up right in front of Tweek, and that gives the teen the push he needed to move. But he ends up crying out as he stumbles and falls onto his butt, earning another chuckle from the male towering over him. Tweek clenches his eyes shut as he hunches over, his shaky hands clutching his hair. He's surprised yet grateful that he hasn't pissed himself yet. "P-please, don't kill me..." Tweek pleads with all his heart, voice cracking in fear.

"Worry not, I'm not here to kill you," the man says somewhat reassuringly, but Tweek knows better than to believe that. He's seen movies with this type of scenario before, but he never imagined he'd experience it himself one day. Now he knows how the victims felt, actors or not this is a scary situation to be in! "But what you are going to do is wake up and accept your being a vampire. You were changed for a reason Tweek, do not run away from the fact. You will find that being a vampire isn't all that bad, it's better than being a human at least. Also one more thing..."

Tweek stiffens when he feels a shift in the atmosphere. Nervously, he cracks an eye open, widening both eyes at the sight before him. Not only is the man gone, but so is Stark's Pond. No, South Park as a whole is gone. Before he can question what's happening, he hears the man's next/final set of words just as the darkness seemingly surges towards him.

"This won't be the last time you see me."

/

Screaming as he comes to, Tweek bolts upright causing a white cloth to fall onto his lap. He grips at his chest, panting, not aware that his sudden outburst startled a redhead in the room, whom was reading a book.

Just...what the hell was that dream all about? Who or what was that man? These are the main two questions that spring into Tweek's mind as his breathing calms down. But he knows that neither query will be answered so he doesn't let them linger in his head for too long. A hollow emptiness replaces the initial, brief confusion, the hand clasping his shirt - right over his slightly fast beating heart - tightens it's hold. He stares blankly at his lap, wanting so badly for the bed sheets in his peripheral view to be dark green, wanting so badly to be at home. He at least wished he could've seen his parents in that dream. Since he won't ever see them again...

He glowers sadly at his lap, once again unaware of Kyle's presence, who is now standing by his bed with a concerned frown on his face. He's wearing a short sleeved red shirt, jeans, and socks with his hair in its usual ponytail. He grabs the now dry cloth from off Tweek's lap, and heads to one of the bathrooms.

Wasn't he going into bloodlust? What happened? That's when he finally notices he's not alone in the room, did Kyle perhaps snap him out of the bloodlust phase?

"How's your stomach?" He hears Kyle ask him, returning to his side, but he doesn't make an attempt to answer him.

He's thankful for Kyle's concern, but he just wants to continue to wallow in his despondency alone. It's stupid Luke's fault that he's like this, and remembering what that asshole said to him makes him grit his teeth in anger. "Hate me all you want, but what's done is done. You should be thanking me, at least you're not dying anymore, and your life can continue on forever." He lowers his hand down to his lap. Despite the accumulating resentment targeted towards Luke, he doesn't have the energy to show it in his expression.

However, Kyle can sense his furor even if it isn't visible. Though he doesn't know what to do to abate the emotion. Tweek still isn't feeling so well due to the lack of blood in his system - that much Kyle knows - and he also knows that if he says one word to the now angry teenager, he might feel his wrath and Kyle doesn't want to get into such a scuffle. "Just let him use you as a punching bag, it's the least you could do," Luke snickers.

"Shut up, he wants to punch you if anything," Kyle retorts.

With a silent sigh, Kyle comes to a decision, with great reluctance. He's not even sure if it'll work, but...it's worth trying since Tweek only has two days left before he becomes bloodthirsty, the pain he felt in his stomach will only get worse as well. Plus, there hasn't been a bloodlust driven vampire here for quite some time, Kyle would like to keep it that way.

Lifting up one of his arms while bending his wrist back, Kyle raises his other hand towards his wrist extending a finger, pricking the skin over his vein then slowly using his slightly sharp fingernail to produce a thin cut. The acute twinge that follows doesn't faze him. Small bubbles of blood immediately seep out of the self-inflicted injury. Without a word, he holds his bleeding wrist out towards Tweek.

Tweek's shoulders does a startled twitch the instant he inhales an oddly appealing scent. It is a very familiar aroma, however it isn't as enticing as the one he smelt in the infirmary a few days ago. Or so he thought. Tweek turns his head Kyle's way, scarlet eyes staring at the redhead's blood leaking wrist. Kyle watches him intently, surprised that the smell of his blood actually captivated another vampire. But Tweek looks away, his face contorting in grimace although from his slanted eyes, Kyle can see that his irises are still red.

"Even Tweeky knows that it's disgusting to drink another vampire's blood,"Luke says.

Kyle frowns, what is he to do then? Dinner isn't until the next half hour, he doubts Tweek will be able to hold out that long since he's strongly craving the red fluid now. "Even so, I can't leave him in this state," Kyle concludes guiltily.

"So, what's the plan now?"Luke asks curiously. When he doesn't receive an answer, he smirks deviously in the dark space of Kyle's mind. "Feed him your blood then."

Kyle furrows his eyebrows. "Isn't that what I'm trying to do?"

"I meant YOU feed him, with your mouth,"Luke reiterates.

"No way," Kyle declines with the shake of his head, retracting his arm. He isn't going to go that far to satiate Tweek's craving for blood, he'll just have to ask Kenny to fetch Tweek a cup of blood from the-oh wait, he's not the President of the Student Council Committee anymore so he doesn't have special privileges. The reminder saddens him.

"Hmph, fine."After hearing those words, Kyle feels a throb in his head. "I'll happily do it then."

Kyle grips at his head hunching over, fighting hard to keep from losing to his twin. "N-no...Stop!" Unfortunately, he loses the mental battle. Luke was dead-set on gaining control of his body.

Lowering his arms while releasing a soft breath, Luke straightens himself up, grinning eagerly at a bewildered Tweek. "Glad to see you again too, Tweeky," Luke greets him cheekily. That earns him a glare, Tweek's crimson eyes intensifying the look.

"What the hell do you want?" Tweek practically growls.

Luke's smile softens. "I want to help you." His wrist long since healed, Luke bites down on his bottom lip. A string of blood slips down his chin.

Tweek becomes greatly skeptical, but before he can utter another word, Luke pounces on top of him pinning his arms above his head, and crashing his lips against his. Tweek starts squirming in his hold, but no matter how much he moves around, Luke's grip on him remains firm. He goes completely still when he swallows a warm liquid, it doesn't take him long to realize what it is he consumed.

Luke continues to feed the teen beneath him, but even after he no longer has any more blood to provide him, he doesn't move away. Rather, he refuses to separate from Tweek. There's just something about Tweek that captured Luke's interest upon first seeing him. At first, he merely wanted to tease the blonde, it was entertaining - very entertaining - and he wanted to tease him some more. However, he couldn't get too carried away for he had a mission to do. A mission he could not fail otherwise-

"What the hell are you doing?!"

A hand roughly pries Luke off of Tweek, he lands to the floor with a grunt. He sits up hearing Kenny ask Tweek is he okay, but he doesn't get a response. Luke wipes the dried blood trail from his chin, then stands up, calmly looking at Kenny's scowling face.

"Before you think of me as some kind of pervert-"

"It's too late for that."

"-I was feeding him some blood. That's all," Luke finishes, not wanting to give Kenny the full context. He'll leave that to Kyle.

Kenny's glare doesn't waver, even though he saw the blood leaking from Tweek's partly agape mouth. "You forced yourself out, didn't you?"

Luke chuckles. "Ya caught me." He shrugs. "But my work here is done, so I'll be switching back now." He spares Tweek's motionless figure a quick glance, then closes his eyes. A second later, lime-green comes into view, and a deep blush flares up in Kyle's cheeks.

"Kyle-" Kenny utters, but Kyle dashes out of the room.

(A/n: I hope you enjoyed and the chapter will be up as soon)