(A/n: Trigger warning: blood will be mentioned a lot in the later half of this chapter. Please enjoy)
Chapter 50: Epilogue
After dropping Vincent off in the conference room, Michael goes to his office, first closing off the secret passageway, then to his desk to make an announcement. "I hope everyone has remained safe and sound throughout this sudden turn of events. For now, those that encountered a man wearing all black or the vampire hunter, and were injured by either of them are to go to the nurses office immediately to get treated. Those two men are to be captured and brought to the conference room, as well as Brendon Stevens. The spell that took away our teleportation and telepathic abilities for a certain amount of time was his doing, and has long since wore off, so Dr. Kero, if you aren't already in the infirmary you don't have to worry about walking there from your current position. As for the rest of you, I want the janitors to inspect the damages done to the building and repair them as quickly as you can, and if there are any teachers and other staff members that are willing to assist them, it would be very much appreciated. Those that don't feel like helping them are to report to the conference room, but that's only if you want to. There, we will be discussing an appropriate course of action for the culprits who caused this mess...as well as for myself. And lastly, everyone else are to teleport and stay in your bedrooms. Do not leave them for anything while the janitors and staff are examining the halls and cleaning them. I will make another announcement tomorrow morning, classes might either by delayed or cancelled." He shuts the intercom off, leaving everyone mostly flummoxed than relieved as to why he's also going to receive punishment.
When he returns to the conference room, he sees Vincent sitting in his chair at the end of the table by himself. Michael approaches him.
Vincent frowns at his enervated physique. "I truly am sorry for causing such a disturbance. It was regrettably unwise of me not to confer such a risky plan with you as Henrietta said, but..."
"But what?" Michael asks as he sits down in the chair close to Vincent.
The double doors open before Vincent can answer him. They look towards the gradually closing doorway to see Damien - the cut on his cheek had finally healed itself, Christophe and Sullivan walking in with two of Vincent's henchmen in tow.
"Oh my, I totally forgot you even had a face, Ingrum," Vincent jokes. "Not even the dark spots of what appears to be soot can ruin your handsomeness." Ingrum only blushes at his jestful compliment.
"And here I thought he was ugly or was hiding some gruesome scars," Damien comments as the four of them stop on either side of the table near Michael and Vincent. Sullivan and Brendon take a seat across from each other while Damien and Christophe remain standing, Sullivan setting his big brown book on his lap.
"Where's the vampire hunter?" Michael asks.
Damien shrugs. "But if I had to guess, he's probably with Kurai."
Michael sighs, annoyed. "Did he seriously not hear my announcement?" He decides to contact Kurai through telepathy, asking him of his and the vampire hunter's whereabouts. While he's doing that, Vincent scrutinizes Ingrum's appearance.
"What happened to your arm?" He asks pointing at the half-cut off limb. The remaining end of his blood coated sleeve is tied in a knot.
"Oh, I chopped it off," Damien answers instead. "It was either my head or his arm."
"Why didn't you cut off 'is 'ead instead, idiot?" Christophe questions rudely.
"Yes, why didn't you, Mr. Thorn?" Vincent wonders. "Showing leniency towards your enemy could've gotten you killed, you know."
"Yeah, I'm well aware of that, but my main goal was to torture him since he did the same thing to one of my students."
Rolling his eyes, Christophe crosses his arms. "You sure did a good job making 'im suffer."
Damien looks to him with an offended glare for his sarcasm. "Hey, this guy put up one hell of a fight, okay? And I couldn't torture him, let alone kill him because I figured the Principal would want him alive for questioning. Turns out I was right."
"Tch, at least you 'ad someone to fight," Christophe grumbles, evidently jealous.
Damien gives his shoulder a comforting pat. "There, there, you'll fight a strong opponent one day." Christophe just grunts indignantly, knowing a day like that won't come any time soon.
"Ingrum, what did you think of your battle against Mr. Thorn?" Vincent asks.
"It was very enjoyable. I was surprised to come across such a formidable teacher, and I wasn't ashamed to admit defeat," the man answers in utmost honesty.
Damien smirks proudly, making Christophe feel even more resentful. Just like when the vampire hunter first attacked the academy, he was left out of the action.
Two men suddenly teleport inside the room, both soaking wet. An overly displeased Kurai, whose arms are crossed to hide his healing wrist, and a shirtless but bloody Chris approach them. Vincent gasps at the bright red cuts doting every part of Chris' body while Ingrum grimaces, feeling fortunate that he only had an arm partially severed.
"Damn, showed him no mercy, huh?" Damien asks rhetorically, observing the vampire hunter's wounds. Then he soon notices how ripped the guy is...Feeling an intense stare beside him, Damien panics and looks to his boyfriend. "I-it's not what you think, I was just looking at his-" Christophe snubs his excuse. He frowns like a sad puppy.
"Henrietta and Luther are just about done, so we'll wait on them a little longer," Michael announces.
"I told you I had my own ways of punishing the vampire hunter," Kurai says irritably. It was very annoying trying to wake the man up after knocking him out, but not being able to experiment on him is twice as irksome.
"And I told you that you can't do as you please for your own personal pleasure," Michael argues, equally frustrated. "We'll decide as a whole, and that's final."
With an aggrieved scowl, Kurai pulls back a chair and sits down in it like a child that just got berated.
"Christopher, why aren't you healing?" Vincent asks, looking concerned at the noirette's swaying posture.
It takes a few moments for Chris to respond. "...B-because I haven't had any...blood lately, and this bastard's sword left me unable to heal."
"Hmph, no wonder you barely put up a challenge," Kurai grumbles.
"You should be glad that you got lucky a second time," Chris retorts angrily.
"The same can be said to you," Kurai ripostes. Before Chris can snap back again, Kurai glares over at the platinum-haired man sitting at the end of the table. "Mr. Valentine, why does he have 'Chikyū no Ryū' on his back?"
Vincent arches a confused eyebrow. "Chikyū no Ryū?" Then he comprehends what Kurai was referring to. "Oh, that. Because I thought it suited him best, and before you even ask, yes, I know what it means and its symbolism." He didn't give it to Chris just for its colorful and artistic design, it was mainly bestowed upon him to make up for his inability to use magic.
Kurai eyes him a second longer, then looks away closing his eyes whilst slumping back against his seat. "Yet you wasted it on the likes of this pitiful man."
"Are you perhaps envious?" Kurai opens his eyes with a returning glare, whirling his head back around in Vincent's direction. "I'm well aware that it's an extremely unique tattoo, thus was the reason I gave it to Christopher. Did you by chance want its power?"
Kurai smirks at his assumption. "As pleasing as that sounds, I don't need additional strength from a painted dragon. But then again," he gives Chris a disgruntled look. "Its endowment would've been put to better use."
"Oh, most certainly not by you," Vincent rebukes with a chuckle. "With that self-righteous attitude of yours, you'd be a big disgrace to its potency."
"What?" Kurai growls, narrowing his eyes darkly.
Chris manages a crooked smile. If he wasn't so weak right now, he'd thank and apologize to Lord Vincent for defending him.
"Settle down men, jeez," a female suddenly interjects. Ambling closer to the group are Henrietta and Luther, they'd also teleported in.
"Finally," Michael says under his breath, massaging his forehead. Had they started bickering any longer, he would've lost it. "Is no one else coming?"
"Nah. Surprisingly, most of the teachers and staff decided to help out the janitors," Henrietta says. "Also one of the halls on the second floor was scorched pretty badly, but thankfully none of the bedrooms were in that hall. Plus someone's arm was left there. We had to close that part off for the time being." She gives at a blank-faced Damien a knowing look until she and Luther walk past him. They stop in the middle of Michael's and Vincent's chairs. "Good job finding and capturing that slippery brat, Sullivan." Henrietta's statement earns her a glare from the blonde.
"Oh yeah, I forgot they were still in here," Damien thinks. Those two have been as quiet as a mouse this whole time.
"He made quite zhe fuss, but it was hardly a problem subduing him," Sullivan says.
"Zhat's good an' all, but can we get zhis over wizh already?" Asks an impatient Christophe.
Michael nods his head in agreement. "Yes, let's get started." He stands up from his seat as him and his assistants become the center of the groups attention. "We're just gonna get straight to suggesting punishment options. Starting with the vampire hunter, who has any ideas?"
"I do," Henrietta volunteers first. "He can be left in Kurai's hands for, hmm, let's saaay-"
"Five months," Kurai says.
While Chris can feel his blood boiling, Michael and Vincent frown - their emotions contrasting the other. "You too, Henrietta? Why's that?" Michael inquires.
"Yeah, what if I wanna bash 'is 'ead repeatedly wizh my shovel?"
"You'd end up killing him," Damien says sweatdropping.
"Zhat's zhe point."
"It's only right that Kurai tortures him since he fought and beat him twice," Henrietta answers, ignoring the Frenchman's suggestion. "Plus, Kurai will make sure he atones for killing so many vampires."
"Which was done for a just cause," Vincent argues. "He shouldn't be punished for getting rid of a bunch of moronic vampires that feasted on the humans, and left their dried-up corpses out for the rest of them to see. As I've told you, Michael, and Luther, that incident is the very reason why Christopher took up the role as a vampire hunter."
Michael sighs. "I'll admit, we can't really blame them for killing those kinds of vampires since it does prevent any more humans from being drained dry. But the true motive behind the so-called good deed was for you guys' self-satisfaction." Vincent's lips form into a hard line. "The four of you are being punished for endangering the vampires here," Michael clarifies. "What you, Chris, and Ingrum do outside is none of our concern."
Vincent tucks his hands into the sleeves of his kimono wrap. "Reasonable enough."
"So, if there are no further proposals or objections, then the vampire hunter will belong to Kurai...for five months."
"I dunno, that feels kinda short," Damien says.
"No, it's long enough," Kurai says looking satisfied. Chris dreads the days to come.
"Now let's move on to Ingrum."
"Can I bash 'is head in wizh my shovel?"
"No, lemme have 'em. He was my opponent after all."
Christophe glares at Damien. "Why? So you can torture 'im wizh your sheety pick-up lines, you beetch?"
"What?! Of course not! And my pick-up lines aren't shitty, you fell head over heels for me after one of them." Damien smiles coquettishly.
Christophe blushes. "Like 'ell I did!"
"Oh my Goood," Henrietta groans. Luther stifles a laugh while Michael shakes his head, his patience growing thinner.
"Ahem!" The men cease their lovers quarrel, snapping their heads over at their interrupter. Sullivan lowers his hand away from his mouth. "I can take him under my custody," he offers calmly.
"ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ," Henrietta murmurs in relief.
"Sure, he's all yours for however long you want," Michael says, not caring anymore.
"What?! But I-"
"Moving on," Michael says sharply, his eyes narrowing in a similar manner at Damien, who backs down reluctantly. Michael slides his eyes over to Brendon, the teen tensing up under his stern gaze in that instant. "You will be suspended doing janitor duty for a year, and since you wanted to disable your fellow schoolmates and teachers basic abilities, you can experience the same thing during your suspension."
Brendon blanches. "A-a year?! Isn't that too long?!"
"Do you not realize what you did?" Michael inquires in an eerily calm tone. "You aided the enemy, Brendon. I would ask why, but no matter what answer you provide, it won't lessen your punishment. Or would you rather I expel you instead? You would be kicked out of the academy, and forced to live in either the woods or the streets since you don't have any family members to take you in. I don't wish such a grim life upon you, but if you think staying here without your teleportation and telepathy is worse than being homeless, then I won't oppose to your decision for the latter."
Brendon shudders. Both choices are cruel, but the former is at least somewhat more lenient. "I-I'll take the yearlong suspension."
Michael nods. "Good choice." He looks at everyone in the room. "The meeting ends here. Kurai and Sullivan, you two can get started with your punishments whenever you feel like it." He makes his way towards the doors.
"What about Mr. Valentine's punishment?" Sullivan asks.
Michael pauses. "I'll announce both of ours in the morning." He walks out before anyone can question him. Brendon leaves also by teleporting out, Christophe and Damien doing the same afterwards.
"Kurai?" Said man is rising from his chair when his name was hesitantly uttered. He gives Vincent a slightly peeved glare. "Can I trouble you to have Christopher healed first, and provided some blood before you do anything to him? Please?"
Kurai regards the man next to him, he looks like he will drop at any given moment. "Tch, I might as well. Wouldn't want him dying on me the moment he feels the faintest bit of pain." Kurai transports him and a listless Chris to the storage house instead of to the infirmary to rid him of his heavy injuries. Dr. Kero definitely won't treat him.
Vincent stands up from the comfy seat, looking to Henrietta and Luther. "So, am I to head home now?" As Henrietta and Luther exchange a look - seemingly communicating with each other telepathically - Sullivan beckons Ingrum to follow him out, the green-eyed male obliging obediently.
Ingrum notices the large book tucked in between the German's arm. "May I ask what contents that book contains?"
The chandelier overhead casts an ominous gleam in the lens of Sullivan's glasses. "I'd razher show you zhan tell." Ingrum frowns at his reply. He could escape right now if he wanted to. With or without Lord Vincent. Regardless of him only having one arm, his eyes are what generates his magic, and any spell can be executed single-handedly. However, it's an attempt he can't afford to take right now, perhaps in due time an opportunity will arise. He just has to remain calm and self-assured until then.
After awhile, the two Assistant Principals come to a wordless conclusion. "Fine, you can go home," Henrietta says. "But make sure you tell Leon, Yuna, Rosa, and Ed all of what you've done and have been doing, and that you're no longer associated with this academy. They deserve to know what kind of vampire their father truly is."
Vincent's lips curl into a pained smile. "I will."
The three of them exit the conference room through teleportation, but to separate destinations.
Dr. Kero, who's sat in his rolling chair, is by himself in his workspace. After the Principal's announcement, he's awaiting for any potentially injured students and/or teachers and staff to come in for treatment. He still can't fathom that they all survived a random attack right inside the academy, and that Mr. Valentine was the initiator of it. Just why would he do such a thing? He wanted to participate in the discussion earlier, but he knew he had a job to do way before the Principal stated it so he's just going to have to wait until tomorrow to hear the reason behind Mr. Valentine's actions just like rest that didn't go to the meeting. As well as know why Principal Brimestone himself said he was going to be punished.
He stares at his agape doorway, the door itself is right next to it on the wall. Usually the sight of anything being damaged or broken in here would anger him, but he feels no such thing this time. He remembers Kyle confessing to him that he was the one who kicked his door down, not Kenny like he'd assumed. He even thought the redhead was lying to him just to cover up for his best friend, but he had no choice but to believe him when Stan came to his defense with Markus backing him up, pointing out that Kenny was incapable of kicking down his door due to his wounds. Which were very severe. But now that they're gone, only mild traces of Kenny's blood lingered in the air, and Dr. Kero discovered right after their departure that he wasn't the only one that had been seriously injured when he saw the large amount of bloodstains on the first bed's sheets. Though Tweek had already been healed somehow, and Kenny's blood had overpowered his scent. Prior to them leaving and becoming aware of Tweek also being badly hurt, Dr. Kero wanted to tend to Kenny's injuries, however he was disinclined to receive his healing. Reason being he didn't want him to waste his energy on him when Stan could help him recover instead. Strangely enough, the human didn't object, rather he seemed-
"Umm..."
Dr. Kero was so absorbed in his thoughts that he failed to acknowledge his first patient's arrival. Actually, two patients when he focuses on the teenagers standing in the doorway, looking unsure if they should enter or not. "Oh, don't mind that, come in." Gregory and Pip walk into the room, Pip sticking very close to Gregory for warmth. The two blazers he's wearing have long since lost their heat due to being just as cold and damp as he is. Dr. Kero notices the shorter blonde shivering, and on the verge of running a fever. "I'm afraid I can only give your friend some medicine, not a new set of dry clothes," he tells them as he gets up, and heads over to the cabinets.
"Medicine will do just fine," Gregory says, then he looks at the bloody bed, noticing that there are some splatters of the red fluid on the floor next to it. Pip refuses to follow his gaze, feeling even more nauseous at the thought of one of the members of the Student Council Committee having suffered grotesque injuries from the vampire hunter.
"Here you go." Pip is handed a small plastic cup filled with a dark bluish-green liquid. He grimaces in disgust, just from the smell alone he knows it's going to taste bitter. "Thank you," Pip says straining a grateful smile, then downs the medicine in one go, coughing and gagging afterwards. Gregory softly pats his back.
"Grandpa Kero, you in there?!" A head full of brown hair peeks in through the doorway, his lavender eyes gaping at the unhinged door. "What the hell happened to your door?!"
Dr. Kero's eyebrow twitches. "As you can see, Clyde, I am in here, and for the last time it's Dr. Kero! Don't worry about the door, and just come in."
"Yeah, so I can-"
"You're not goin' anywhere," Clyde practically hisses to someone behind him, a female based off of their voice just a second ago. Clyde walks into the infirmary holding his burnt arms out in front of him. "Heals please." He smiles innocently.
While Dr. Kero's eyes enlarge to a point where his glasses almost slide off his face, Gregory and Pip take this chance to excuse themselves. "W-what the hell happened to your arms?!" The old man shouts.
"Yeah, Rosa, what the hell happened to my arms?"
The red-haired girl groans in protest as Gregory and Pip walk out, then she reveals herself in the entranceway. "I don't know why you're asking me when you're the one who did that to yourself like an idiot."
"You were the one who had those handcuffs placed on me, you little-"
"For now, just go sit on the stool," Dr. Kero tells Clyde while fixing his glasses.
While on their way to their room, Pip stumbles. Gregory catches him by the waist with one arm, causing his already reddened cheeks to darken a shade. Gregory helps him stand up straight. "S-sorry, I got a bit lightheaded."
"Do you want me to carry you the rest of the way to our room?"
Pip gives him a shocked look for his offer, only to see him sporting a concerned frown. "N-no, I can still walk. I don't want to trouble you anymore than I already have."
Gregory seizes his hand, giving it a firm, light squeeze. "Well, let's hurry so we can change clothes, and you can rest." Pip smiles at his generosity as they continue walking down the hallway, but at a slightly faster pace.
Back inside the infirmary, Dr. Kero is sitting in his rolling chair currently healing Clyde's arms. "You have yet to tell me how you sustained these burns," he reminds the brunette.
Clyde glares over at Rosa. "That little brat over there had someone kidnap me, all because I'm her brother's boyfriend, and they have some family drama goin' on between them. Even almost had Butters killed."
"W-wait, boyfriend?!" Rosa exclaims.
"Yeah, me and Butters are dating Craig," Clyde says grinning.
Rosa is left almost speechless. "Wha-I-I thought you two were his friends since you weren't his adoptive brothers." She did not expect their relationship to be a fucking threesome, and that's even worse. To think that heartless monster managed to attract two dudes, she was right to assume Clyde and Butters were just as insane as Craig.
"I was gonna tell you we were his boyfriends that day you all met up, but it looked like Craig didn't want me to." Clyde pouts at his arms. "Gramps, can you huuurry? I wanna go see them." He needs to go ease his boyfriends' worries as soon as possible so they don't think he's actually dead.
"Do you not know the grave state your arms are in right now? It will take me at least half an hour to fully heal these burns."
Clyde frowns. "If you don't have that much energy left, you could've just told me."
Copying his expression, Dr. Kero shakes his head. "That's not the issue, Clyde. I didn't heal anyone before you came in. One of them, which left those bloodstains on the bed, had his wounds previously healed, and the other student declined being treated, having another method in mind." Now that he mentioned it, Clyde does smell Kenny's blood in here. He guesses he was the one who bled all over the white sheets. "But since you want to be with your lovers so badly, the least I can do is apply some ointment onto the burns and wrap your arms in gauze. You can heal yourself from there."
"Sounds good to me." Clyde doesn't mind telling Craig and Butters how his arms got injured, he'd just rather them not see the extent of his seared skin.
After the green auras dim from his palms, Dr. Kero scoots his chair back towards his desk, standing up to retrieve the needed items from the cabinets. Once he has them in his possession, he gets to work on rubbing the ointment all over Clyde's forearms, who swears and winces at each touch, then bandages them.
Clyde sighs out in relief once he finishes. "Thanks a lot, gramps. I'll pay ya back with some coffee." Getting up from the stool, he approaches Rosa, and transports them to the room he shares with Craig and Butters.
"So he says, but hardly ever does. The troublesome rascal," Dr. Kero says shaking his head with a small smile. He goes to put the items back where they once were. Afterwards, he turns to face the sullied bed. He contemplates going out to wash its sheets, but remembers that no one is supposed to be out in the halls right now. He hopes those humans managed to get to their rooms unnoticed.
He returns to his seat, and goes back to waiting on more patients.
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"What's with these chains?" Rosa asks. There's a layer of chains on the floor off to the side of a closed door they're standing in front of.
Clyde opens the door without giving her a response. Two males are stood in plain sight of the doorway on both sides of an opened coffin, and they were already looking their way before the door was pushed in. Rosa tenses up when a pair of hazel eyes lock onto her and narrows.
"C-Clyde!" Butters rushes over to the brunette, wanting to hug him but refrains himself. He tears up seeing that he's injured. "What happened ta your arms, and where the hell did you go?! We were worried sick about you!"
Clyde hugs him instead. "I know, and I'm sorry for you worrying you and Craig." Hugging Butters a little longer, he pulls back side hugging the blonde while turning to Rosa. Butters wipes away a single tear, looking at the girl as well. "She's gonna spill everything, and apologize to us. Well, mainly to Craig."
"Like hell I will," Rosa scoffs.
"Rosa," Leon says her name similar to an angered parent. "What you did was selfish, risky, and idiotic. You will apologize to all three of them."
"How's it selfish that I wanted to avenge our parents, Leon? You, Yuna, and Ed wanted some kind of payback just as much as I did, but you guys were too scared to admit it." Rosa then gives Clyde and Butters an ashamed frown. "I'll apologize to these two, but not to Craig. Fuck him."
"Rosa!"
"You fucking bitch..."
Stepping out of the coffin is a fuming Craig. He was resting until the voices woke him up. "Craig, calm down," Leon tells him just as sternly.
But Craig ignores him, glaring at Clyde's bandaged arms. "What the hell did she do to you?" Clyde frowns. This is what he feared would happen, Craig losing his temper before Rosa could explain herself.
"I kidnapped and tortured him." Smirking after telling such a bold lie, Rosa enters the room walking past a dumbfounded Clyde and Butters, the blonde on the verge of getting pissed off. "I was thinking about killing him too," she says, her expression turning murderous. "Stabbing him straight in the heart like you did to mom, then gutting him and cutting his head off like you did to dad."
"Rosa, don't provoke him," Leon warns.
In one swift motion, Craig has the girl by the throat, and he lifts her off the floor. While disoriented, on instinct Rosa tries to pry his hand away.
"Craig, don't do anything rash," Leon says tentatively. "Put her down."
"Shut up!" Craig shouts, not taking his eyes off of Rosa. "Since you wanna cross the line..." Tightening his grip, he raises his other hand and presses his fingers together, aiming to pierce through Rosa's chest. Panicking, she starts clawing at his hand. "I'll make you regret it."
"Goddamn it." Leon swiftly gets behind Craig, and puts him in a headlock, releasing Rosa as a result. She drops to her knees while coughing, and placing a hand over her burning throat.
"Bastard, let go!" Craig elbows Leon in the stomach, eliciting a breathless grunt from the man, but he doesn't yield. Not even after being hit a couple more times.
"Not until you calm down."
"No! I'll fucking kill her for what she did to Clyde!" As well as for making him hallucinate Clyde's death, and for seeing Butters as an enemy.
His boyfriends amble over to the two brothers. Rosa's coughing subsides, then she stands up. "Craig, you don't need to do that," Clyde says. "I'm alive and okay, plus there's no way I would've let her torture me, even if I wasn't handcuffed."
"You were what?!"
"Craig, relax. Rosa didn't do anything to me, it was some handcuffs because I was trying to escape from them. I saw everything that happened from a mirror she was looking into. You were dead-set on killing Kyle, Tweek...and even Butters. If you had of killed Butters, I would've killed your sister."
The rain provides gentle background noises over the tense silence that descends the room, it hasn't thundered anymore for quite some time now. Craig stares into Clyde's eyes that are gleaming with seriousness. Eventually, Leon unhooks his arm from around Craig's neck now that he's no longer hostile, and moves from behind him. "I...I'm sorry, I..." He wasn't thinking logically after seeing Clyde lose his life, which turned out to had been all in his head. That man dressed in all black made him delirious after looking into his neon green eyes, he's sure of it.
"Now you know how it feels to be driven by vengeance," Rosa says, her tone calm but seeping with bitterness. "Had I actually killed Clyde, you would've stooped lower than I did to avenge him."
Craig neither agrees nor disagrees with what she said, though deep down, he really would've done something regrettable had Clyde actually been killed. He loves both him and Butters dearly and equally, and never wants to lose either of them. "And that's all the more reason why you should apologize to Craig as well," Leon scolds Rosa. "Dragging the innocent into drama that doesn't concern them just because they have a relationship with him, as well as putting their lives in jeopardy doesn't fully compare to having our parents killed, but it's just as fucked up."
"..." Pursing her lips, Rosa grips her left arm. "I'll consider it if he tells us why he killed mom and dad, and apologizes to us too. And means it." Although she still won't forgive him nor stop hating him.
"We do deserve an explanation," Leon says to Craig.
The noirette's face saddens. "I...I was brainwashed to kill them."
Rosa narrows her eyes into a skeptical scowl. "What a load of shit."
"Let him explain," Leon chides.
"Remember that knife I had?" Leon and Rosa nod their heads, how could they forget the murder weapon that took their parents' lives? "I found it underneath my bed one day. I had kept feeling this weird energy coming from under there for awhile, but I never told anybody about it, even when mom or dad came into my room. It would always hide its presence whenever they did. I had a lot of chances to tell them about it, but...I don't even know why I never did. It was probably because of that thing influencing me not to." Craig shakes his head, upset. "My curiosity soon got the best of me, and when I reached for the knife...my mind blacked out from there. But...I still killed them regardless even though I wasn't in control of my own body, and I'm very sorry for that."
The room falls into a tense semi-silence once again, but only for a brief moment. "I told you it was because of that knife," Clyde says to a conflicted Rosa.
"No wonder he could wield it without getting burned, but why did it choose Craig?" Leon wonders to himself. The only way to know is to ask, and so he does. "I have a question, and I want you to be completely honest. Were you really being bullied in school?"
Craig looks off to the side, a bit embarrassed. "I was." Clyde and Butters give him a sad look. They had no idea he was picked on as a child, and now they know why based off his expression.
His answer confirms it. "I know why that knife chose you as its possessor. At that time, not only were you a kid, but you were also harboring negative emotions. Once you touched it, it forced you to act upon those feelings." Leon's well-thought-out response baffles everyone.
"H-how do you know all of that?" Rosa asks.
"At first, I only wanted to find information on the knife Craig had, but I ended up finding out a lot more than just that. That knife is one of the many possession-type weapons that exists around the world, and only lures vampires into wielding them. Not humans."
"...You and Mr. DeLorne should switch subjects," Clyde says, half-joking and half-serious.
Leon chuckles. "Oh yeah, what happened to the blade?" He then asks.
"We got rid of it," Butters answers, Clyde nodding his head in confirmation.
Leon appears confused. "How? It's not possible to destroy weapons like that, let alone get rid of them, unless..." His face morphs into a troubled glare. "Don't tell me you guys passed it on to someone else?"
"It was to some rando vampire so it's fiiine," Clyde says with a dismissive wave of the hand.
"It is not fine! They could be out there committing way worse crimes than what Craig did!"
"Not if they're detained someplace far away," Butters says calmly.
Shaking his head, Leon sighs heavily. "We'll touch more on this another time. For now," he looks at his little sister. "It's time for you to apologize to them."
The redhead clutches her arm tightly. "I'm really sorry."
"...Fooor?" Clyde urges when she doesn't say anything else.
"Fooor kidnapping you, and for almost letting Craig kill Butters."
Craig shakes his head, not satisfied with the apology. "Not sincere enough."
"Yeah, you ruined it by getting angry."
"Oh, you two cut it out. It was good enough."
"Never settle for less when you can settle for more, Butters."
"That's not how it goes."
"He's right though, we went through a lot of shit cuz of her."
Letting go of her arm, Rosa balls her hands into fists at her sides. "Look, I apologized, okay? And that's all your getting whether you like it or not!" Then she storms out of the room.
"Tch, fucking brat," Craig grouses. "Getting mad at us when she's in the wrong."
Putting a palm on his forehead, Leon shakes his head once again. "You're only one year older than her. But anyway, I'll be on my way as well." He begins to leave, but stops in the doorway looking at the chains...He doesn't know how to lock them back on the door. He turns around. "Remain inside. No one is supposed to be out in the halls right now." Then he pulls the door closed.
"Psh, the halls were the last place we were gonna go," Clyde says cheekily. Him and his lovers teleport to the hideout they call their little home.
Leon spots Rosa standing at the end of the hallway. He walks over to her. Once he's close enough, he asks, "Does Mr. Valentine know that you're here?"
"He brought me here with him, but then I went back home to...ya know. But he knows I've come back here..." Rosa answers almost quietly.
Leon frowns at her reply as he stands beside her. "Well, let's get you home."
"He's not here anymore, told me through telepathy a few minutes ago that he's at home...and that he has something to tell us."
A dreadful weight settles in the pit of Leon's stomach. "Alright, let's go then."
"But...before that," Rosa turns to face him. "There's something I wanna know."
"What is it?"
"If Craig had of gone five days without drinking blood, would he have really became human because that was what he desired?"
Leon is surprised she remembers what their father told them, given she was only 5 years old at the time. He frowns. "No, he would've gone into bloodlust. Dad only told us that so we wouldn't worry about Craig being sent off to a human family." Even he believed it since their father said it so assuredly, though he isn't sure if their mother only agreed with him just to support his claim, or she also genuinely believed what he told them.
Rosa looks away, appearing disappointed. "I knew it was nothing but nonsense." Then she teleports them to Vincent's abode.
An immensely nervous Stan and a patient (both figuratively and literally) Kenny are the only ones in the blonde's shared bedroom, Stan is standing next to Kenny's bed. Markus took Kyle and Tweek to his room a few minutes ago, because Stan...was too shy to feed Kenny his blood with them around.
After leaving the infirmary, Tweek had woken up just as Kyle laid him down on his bed that's on the right side of the room. The second he caught a whiff of blood, he's suddenly hugged. Kyle apologized to him over and over again until he was nicely told to stop by his partner.
"I swore I would protect you, and yet I...I failed you. You almost could've been killed again."
Hugging Kyle back, Tweek felt just as contrite for having worried Kyle a second time today. "Then I'm sorry too-"
"No, don't be." Kyle separated from him, sitting down on the floor on his knees. "It's my fault you had to protect me in the first place. If only I was stronger...both mentally and physically, then nothing like that would've happened..."
Tweek sat up to gently wipe away the tears that slid down Kyle's cheeks. He knew this wasn't the right time to be getting distracted, but Kyle was looking so cute right now, and remembering the kiss they had made him want to give in to his temptations. He didn't get to enjoy it to its fullest since they got interrupted halfway through.
"Tweek..." The soft call of his name snapped him out of it. He quickly retracted his hand, blushing a deep red.
"S-sorry. I don't know what...came over me just now." Tweek felt so ashamed of himself, he just ruined a serious moment.
"It's okay," Kyle says, also blushing while drying his eyes with one hand. "I'll fill you in on what all happened after you lost consciousness." While he did that, Markus was in the midst of informing Stan how to go about feeding Kenny his blood.
He had two ways he could go about it: the first way was to have Kenny drink from his neck, and the second was from his wrist. Both methods Stan had learned from doing research on vampires at home.
"Okay, but, umm...could you guys...leave for awhile?"
Markus regarded the noirette with a puzzled face. "Why?" He looked over at Tweek's bed, seeing the pale-haired blonde awake, and appearing confounded by what Kyle was telling him.
Stan rubbed the back of his neck. "W-well..." Because he didn't want to be seen giving Kenny his blood, but he wasn't confident enough to say that aloud.
Markus returned his gaze to the human to see him looking embarrassed. "Whatever the reason, I'll go tell Kyle and Tweek, and see what they say." He walked over towards the two. Stan kept his attention on Kenny, who was unable to remain conscious as soon as he was placed onto his bed. He couldn't believe this guy was willing to transfer Tweek's injuries onto himself without any hesitation, but he shouldn't be too surprised. Kenny was a nice and selfless guy after all. "We're gonna go to my room," he heard Markus say. He turned around giving the three an apologetic yet grateful smile, then they were gone. His smile dropping as he faced Kenny, Stan shook the teen awake, being mindful not to agitate his wounds. He stirred awake with a pained groan.
"S-shit, sorry," Kenny said weakly. "Didn't mean to...pass out."
"It's okay, but do you think you'll be able to...?" Stan blushed a little, unable to complete his question.
But Kenny knew what he was going to ask him. "I-I'll manage."
However, Stan wasn't able to calm his nerves, thus leading up to this exact moment in time.
"S-Stan...I'm dyin' here, ya know." Kenny's feeble voice only makes Stan twice as high-strung, causing him to chuckle, but groan in pain afterwards. "I-I'm joking. Seriously, relax. I told you...I would be gentle."
Stan frowns. "I-I know, but still..." He shouldn't be this scared, he was prepared for this. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, he extends an arm towards Kenny, his wrist facing upwards. "H-here."
Grabbing his wrist, Kenny tries to sit himself up. Stan helps him. Once he's comfortably situated against the headboard, Kenny brings Stan's wrist a bit closer to his mouth. "Y-you're gonna have to relax. If you're too tense, I won't be able to...get much blood."
Stan stares at the floor. "I-I can't help it..." He is about to have his blood sucked after all.
"How a-about I drink from your neck instead?" Kenny suggests, letting go of his wrist. "I can get more blood that way since you can't relax."
Stan grimaces uncomfortably, that's the one place he doesn't want to get bitten at. But he still trusts Kenny not to bite him too hard. "O-okay."
"Sit here." Kenny pats the side of his bed. Stan does as told, and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt. Kenny scoots a little closer to him, pulls his dress shirt down to fully expose his neck, then leans towards it.
"Here I go."
Stan just nods his head that he's ready for him to begin, too nervous to talk. He tilts his head to the side slightly.
Gently, Kenny sinks his fangs through skin and muscle to get to the vein within his neck. Stan hisses as a stinging pain courses throughout his entire body, Kenny comforting him by rubbing up and down his arm. But after awhile, the pain becomes nonexistent, and Stan can feel himself relaxing.
One minute is all Kenny needed. He pulls back and without thinking, licks up the blood oozing out from the punctures. His warm tongue sends a cold shiver down Stan's spine, the shudder of his body knocking Kenny back to his senses. The red in his eyes reverting back to hazel, he moves away from Stan, shaking his muddled head...That was too close.
"S-sorry, I...sorry."
For a second there, Stan thought he was going eat him or something. "I-It's fine. W-was that enough?"
"Yeah, it was. Thanks." Kenny looks down at his uniform, it's soaked with his blood, but it's not as bad as Tweek's clothes. That's when he notices his roommates plus Markus' absence. "Where'd they go?" He heard the Principal's announcement stating no one was to be out in the halls before passing out.
Stan completely removes his dress shirt, feeling hot. "Oh, I, umm, asked them to leave for awhile. I didn't want them to..." He still can't say it.
Kenny sees the tips of his ears reddening, he can guess why he didn't want them around, and he finds this shy side of Stan kind of cute...Kenny shakes his head once again to clear it for he's still not thinking clearly. This must be a normal side effect for vampires to experience after they drink from a human for the first time. Kenny gets up. "I'm gonna find something to cover up the bite marks with, and tell Kyle and the others that they can come back."
"W-wait," Stan turns his body halfway around on the bed, hovering a hand over his bleeding neck. "I'm not poisoned or anything, am I?"
Kenny blinks, sweatdropping. He'd completely forgotten about the venom in his fangs. "Let's go to Dr. Kero." He transports them back to the infirmary.
Shortly after, only Kyle and Tweek return to their room. Markus decided not to tag along just in case the scent of Stan's blood hadn't vanished yet. Kyle figured they were out long enough for Stan to have fed Kenny, only to find out they're no longer in the room. From the fresh yet faint scent of Stan's blood, it seems they just left after Kenny finished drinking from him.
"Must've went to Dr. Kero for some medicine to keep the venom at bay," Kyle thinks. If Kenny had of been awake, he would've warned him of the outcome.
"I'm gonna change clothes," Tweek says, mentally cursing Ingrum for damn near hacking his shirt to shreds. The ruthless bastard.
"Okay." But Kyle suddenly gets an idea. "Actually, wait a sec." He grabs Tweek's wrist after he takes one step, and the moment he turns his head his way, he kisses him. Taken aback for only two seconds, Tweek kisses back, and this time, they're able to relish the feeling of each other's lips for a little bit longer compared to last time.
They separate, lime-green eyes staring affectionately into blue-green ones. "Tweek, I-" Two presences enter the room. Kenny and Stan have come back, and just as Kyle assumed, they went to the male nurse. Stan's neck has been bandaged up, and he was prescribed some medicine.
"Were you guys about to make out?" Kenny asks eying the blushes on Kyle's and Tweek's cheeks.
"N-no, Kyle was about to tell me something," Tweek says, though he wouldn't have minded for things to have gone further...
"I'll tell you later." Kyle smiles at the deepening blush on Tweek's face, letting go of his wrist. "You can use my bathroom to change in." Tweek nods his thanks.
"Reminds me I need to do the same, and to also take a shower."
Both Kenny and Tweek head towards their respective dressers, grab some new clothes (Kenny grabbing some underwear as well), then walk to the bathrooms. Stan and Kyle stand awkwardly in the center of the room, the rain soon getting drowned out by the rushing water coming out of the shower head.
"I know you have something to say to me, a lot to say rather," Kyle says.
Stan frowns. "Yeah, there's a lot I wanna know, and I'm sure you know what my questions are."
Kyle sighs. "I do. For starters, I didn't order Kenny to have you, Tweek, and Gary meet Craig and his boyfriends nor did I drink Tweek's blood, and later turned him into a vampire. Someone was impersonating me at the time."
Stan recalls Kenny and Tweek telling him that Kyle wasn't the one who actually did any of the things Kyle himself just listed, but he gives the redhead a look of doubt. He won't believe any of them until he sees some visible proof. "But you were the one who took Tweek to the infirmary that day in second period." Then his face saddens with contrition. "It was stupid of me to hand him over to you, it had slipped my mind that you're a vampire." Had he taken Tweek to the nurses office instead, Tweek would still be human.
"Even still, I wouldn't have caused him any sort of harm."
"So, you're saying his blood didn't drive you crazy enough to want to drink from him?"
Kyle grimaces at his phrasing. "It did, but-"
"So you harmed him!"
"I didn't! It was someone else."
"...Do you know who they are?"
"I do..."
"Then why didn't you tell the Principal?"
"Because I couldn't," Kyle admits sadly. "My situation would've gotten way more complicated if I did." Now Stan is confused. "I can't provide you any proof to backup what I say. If I did, I wouldn't hesitate to show you. Not just you, but your other human friends as well. You all care about Tweek so you all deserve to know the truth, but now isn't a good time." He hasn't heard from Luke again at all today. He can still sense the presence of his soul inside of him, but it's still worrying considering how weak he sounded earlier.
"I'll believe you, for now." Kyle widens his eyes at the noirette, shocked. "Only because I can tell that you aren't lying, and that you also care about Tweek. Way more than me and the others."
Blinking his eyes back to normal size, Kyle smiles. He's glad that Stan turned out to be a reasonable human, despite his hatred towards him in the beginning. Now that just leaves the other humans, feeling that it might take awhile for Gregory's disliking towards him to recede. Even so, the only thing that matters to him is clearing up this big misunderstanding. "Thanks. I promise I'll show you and the others who really did all of that to Tweek one day."
Stan returns the smile. "I'll hold you to that."
Kyle looks towards the bathrooms. "You two can come out now."
The doors to both bathrooms begin to open at dissimilar speeds, Kenny being the first one to walk into the room in his clean set of clothes. "I told ya he was a nice guy," he says winking at Stan.
Stan blushes with a small pout. "Yeah, yeah."
Tweek walks over to Kyle, looking embarrassed that he was the topic of their conversation. They go to sit on Tweek's bed, leaning against the headboard. Kyle embraces Tweek by the waist.
Kenny frowns at the red stains on his bed sheets. "Shit, I need to change these." But unfortunately for him, all of the janitors are and will most likely be busy with the hallways both today and tomorrow.
"You can sleep in my bed tonight. I'll sleep in Tweek's."
Kenny wipes the imaginary sweat from his forehead. "Thanks, Kyle. You're a lifesaver." He goes over to Kyle's bed. "You gonna stay here or do you want me to send you to your room?" He asks Stan.
Said teen ponders his options. "I'll stay until it gets dark."
Kenny checks the time on the alarm clock, it's 5:40 p.m. "Alright." He sits down on the side of Kyle's bed. Stan grabs his dress shirt before joining him. "I hope dinner isn't cancelled."
"Same, I'm hungry," Stan says, especially since he got his blood sucked.
Kenny frowns, feeling responsible for stimulating his hunger. "How does your neck feel?"
"It itches, but I can't scratch it."
"I know that's gotta be unbearable."
It is. "As long as I don't think about it, I can endure it."
Kenny grins. "I can help ya with that."
While Kenny and Stan are conversing with one another, Kyle sees this as a good opportunity to finish what he was going to say to Tweek earlier. "Tweek?" He utters his name softly in his ear, making him blush all over again. "I love you."
Tweek's heart skips a beat. Kyle just...confessed to him. He smiles tenderly at his boyfriend. "I love you too." They share another passionate kiss.
Throughout the rest of the day, the rainstorm reduces to a drizzle before gingerly stopping altogether.
*The Following Morning: In The Auditorium*
"I'm sure you all know why I've called you all here today, but before we get to that, I have to apologize." Stepping away from the microphone stand, Michael bows to the large crowd. Shocked gasps resonate throughout the auditorium, Henrietta and Luther remaining stoic from their standing position next to each other on the stage. "Thanks to my selfish foolishness, I had endangered you all yesterday. I wanted to face Mr. Valentine alone since he was a...dear friend of mine as well as someone we all know and trusted. It was something I shouldn't have done, I should've listened to my assistants and collaborated with them instead of handled it on my own. To show how deeply regretful I am, I will be resigning my position as Principal." He straightens his posture just as everyone starts to voice out their confusions and concerns.
Ike looks over at Firkle. From the downward curve of the vampire's lips, Ike can deduce that he's not too happy about the news, since he can't see his eyes thanks to his long bang of hair blocking them. He gives his hand a comforting squeeze.
"Who's gonna be the new Principal?!" Someone asks over the chatter.
"Who will take my place is currently unknown, but I'm sure most of you all already have someone in mind," Michael answers forcing a smile. "In fact, let's have a vote right now. The candidates are these two..." He approaches and stands in between his chosen nominees, placing a hand on their shoulders. "Henrietta and Luther."
Luther blinks, taken aback. "What?! Me?! I don't-"
"Who here wants to come up and help with the counting?" No one appears willing until a few seconds later, someone's hand shoots upwards. Michael beckons them over. Rising from his seat, the student teleports on the stage. He has silver hair and emerald-colored eyes, someone Pip recognizes instantly. Michael gives the student a small smile. "Thanks for volunteering, Carl." The teen acknowledges his thanks by nodding his head cordially in response. "Alright, by a show of hands who wants Henrietta to be the Principal?" Almost immediately a lot of hands go up, most coming from the left side, a few on the right, and some in the middle. "Carl, if you will."
"Yes, sir." Carl's eyes begin to light up.
"It's so obvious. Why are we even doing this?" Luther affronts, face-palming. Michael pats his shoulder three times.
"A total of 349 want Ms. Biggle as the new Principal," Carl calculates, the glow from his eyes fading.
Michael whistles. "I kinda expected way more than that, looks like it's not so obvious after all." Luther groans at the possibility of him winning. "Who wants this guy to take over?" Michael pats his shoulder once.
Carl gets to work once new arms start raising. "A total of 477 want Mr. Ashton to be the new Principal." This amount flabbergasts everyone. "But quite a few students didn't participate."
Michael blinks, snapping out of his shock. "Yeah, I noticed that too, but it doesn't matter because Luther wins anyway. Guess I was wrong to assume everyone wanted Henrietta as the Principal." He laughs.
"N-no way..." Luther feels about ready to faint, did this seriously just happen? He looks at Henrietta pleadingly. "H-Henrietta, you can-"
"Nope, I'm good," the vampiress says waving him off. "I didn't want the role either." Luther's jaw drops.
"I'll tell ya aaalll the perks there is to being the Principal. You'll like them, trust me." Giving the nonplussed man a few more pats on his shoulder, Michael goes back to the mic. "Thanks once again for your help, Carl. You may return to your seat now. Starting today and onwards, Luther Ashton is your new Principal. So, regarding classes, you'll just have to ask him. Oh, but before that," he faces Luther. "Since you're the boss now, what role will you assign to me?"
The auditorium becomes silent, awaiting their new Principal's answer. Knowing he has no choice but to accept his fate, Luther heaves a defeated sigh. "You can be my assistant," he says dully.
Michael smiles in relief. "Better than being a teacher or a janitor."
"Hang on!" A female shouts, that being Ebony. She has black hair that stopped in the center of her back and hot pink eyes. "Don't you think we need Mr. Valentine's approval on this?"
Michael sweatdrops, he forgot to disclose all that was discussed in yesterday's meeting to those that didn't show up. "Uh, yeah, about that-"
"No, we don't need that bastard's approval because he's the one who ambushed us yesterday, remember?" Henrietta responds venomously. "Not only did he ally with the vampire hunter, he even had one of our students plotting against us. Do any of you want to be associated with a backstabber?" Many voices begin to mutter in agreement to one another. "Didn't think so."
"I-I see, sorry for asking," Ebony says, embarrassed.
"Henrietta, are you sure you don't-"
"Positive."
"So," says a grinning Michael, who's holding the microphone out towards Luther. "What's the plan for today, Principal Ashton?"
Luther glares at his playful expression. "Today, there will be no classes, but don't think about loitering in the halls. The janitors still need to clean up and repair the hallway that was severely burned, and they don't need any disruptions. You're all dismissed." Michael goes to put the mic back on the clamp.
Everyone gets up from their chairs and starts walking out, talking amongst themselves about what just transpired or what to do today.
"Firkle, are you okay?" Ike asks once they amble out of the auditorium, hand in hand.
Firkle looks to him with a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine now. I was worried he was gonna have to leave the academy, I'm glad that didn't happen."
Ike mimics his expression. "Yeah, same here. Just because he messed up by taking things into his own hands doesn't mean he should be kicked out for it, he was still looking out for all of us." Firkle really appreciates his kind and sensible words. "So, what do you wanna do today?"
"Well, I wanna go out to the courtyard since it's not raining, but the benches are still wet."
"For the roses?"
"And other flowers too."
So Firkle likes all sorts of flowers, not just the Ashen Purple Roses. "Isn't there a computer lab here?"
Firkle makes a face. "I...honestly don't know." Because he never really cared for technology despite their usefulness. "I would say we could search for one, but we can't roam around in the halls for too long."
Ike shrugs, unbothered. "It's okay, we can just hang out in the courtyard."
"And there's also another place I want to show you, but we can go there later." An intrigued Ike is pulled to the courtyard, both boys eager to spend some quality alone time together.
Stan and Gary seem uncertain on what to do. Kenny and Markus approach them with the blonde proposing that they go to the gym, having already gotten permission and the keys from his father. Stan and Gary agree, then the four of them walk to the gymnasium. Gregory advises Pip to rest some more so he can fully overcome his fever, Pip agrees but tells Gregory to keep him company. Gregory complies, he needs to polish his cutlass anyway.
"There's someplace I wanna take you." Tweek is pulled away by an eager Kyle, very curious as to where he's taking him, but doesn't question him. He will wait until they get there to see. The Student Council Committee sees them, they are slowly getting used to seeing Kyle looking happy, and being around someone other than themselves and Kenny.
After walking the halls for almost five minutes, the couple go out into a breezeway. Instantly, Tweek sees a vast number of flowers in different colors and sizes on the left and right sides of the walkway. Unlike the breezeways that lead out to the courtyard and gymnasium, this one has metal fences that prevent anyone from straying off the path. Kyle stops them in the middle, turning to face Tweek, who's amazed at what he's seeing. He never knew an area like this existed in the academy. "There's another flower garden on the other side, but this one has better flowers in my opinion," Kyle says.
Tweek blinks, his shock beginning to dwindle. "This is beautiful."
Kyle smiles at the flowers before them. "Indeed it is. So, the reason I brought you here..." Letting go of Tweek's hand, he nears and reaches over the fence, plucking out a orangish-yellow flower. He gently tucks it behind Tweek's ear. "Is to give you this." Tweek is once again at a loss for words, his face becoming so red that he almost looks like a tomato. "Just make sure none of the teachers see it, no one is supposed to touch any of the flowers unless they're tending to them." Kyle chuckles sheepishly.
Tweek practically tackles him into a hug. Kyle wraps his arms around him, then Tweek pulls back to kiss him.
In the end, Tweek's life did change, going from bad, to worse, but then things started getting better. His days at a vampire academy, and being turned into a vampire steadily started getting more tolerable, all it took was time, and a certain redhead he's kissing to bear through it all.
~The End~
(A/n: Tried to fit in as much fluff as I could with each pairing...though the only official parings are Twyle and Ikle (Whatever their ship name is) lol Well this concludes Valentine Academy For Vampires, and I hope you enjoyed it! I'm aware that in the beginning (back then), I captured some readers' interests, but as the story progressed they might've started losing some interest in it and it's okay. But for those that stuck around to the end I reeeeaally appreciate it, honestly. I did have other stories in mind I wanted to write, like the Twyle one-shot I thought of doing that I mentioned in Stenny Short Stories. I'll get to making it one day...and I also know that there's the support group fic that I need to pick back up on, and I will...eventually...probably. But for the time being, I plan on focusing on my other SP story that I initially deleted on this site called Darkness falls, but light will not arise. I will be bringing it back when? Maybe next month. I haven't really decided yet since I need a break after editing and revising this story lol)