Chapter 2

Okay, I'm bored.

KENNY'S POV

I looked down on my small hometown, South Park. We're hidden away from the humans, and intend to stay that way. Ever since the war between humans and Supernaturals, we hid away in hopes that we could finally find peace.

But not long after, the Angels and the Phoenixes began to quarrel, and soon more wars began. It had been nothing but bloodshed for decades. It saddened me to see my kind, who was supposed to be loving and gentle, fighting against another species because they were different.

So I prayed every night that it would stop; and by the time I was 8, they called a cease-fire. They finally realized that there was no need to spill blood over differences, and I thanked God heartily for that. Now they lived like the rest of us, peaceful and calm.

The first couple between the two species was Sheila and Gerald; Sheila was a Phoenix and Gerald was an Angel. Sheila had been pregnant during the wars, and they claimed the baby had died because she wasn't able to feed him properly.

However, I felt that something was off. There were traces of guilt in both their voices, and it was way too strong to have just been about losing their baby to starvation. Had the child actually survived? Little did I know, I would find the answer sooner than I thought.

Stan and Cartman came back last night with someone who was supposedly a human. At first, I was outraged by the fact that they carelessly brought one of our old enemies back to our secluded home, but there was something…non-human…about this boy.

"Guys, what the fuck is that doing here?!" I asked them angrily, my words muffled by my orange parka. My feathery white wings were able to phase through clothing; all wings were. At least that meant I didn't have to tear holes through everything that I wore.

The strange boy had a lime-green ushanka on his head, with soft-looking red curls poking out from underneath. His eyes were emerald-like and seemed to glow in the twinkling starlight, as did his soft porcelain skin. This boy…was breathtaking.

No wonder Stan and Cartman simply let him come here. They both gazed at him with obvious hunger in their eyes; vampires and werewolves were both known for killing humans and sometimes eating them if they were desperate enough, but he was too pretty to eat.

Even I know that.

The small redhead looked sleepy, his eyelids droopy and movements slow-paced. I guess I could fix that. "Ugh, just…let him stay for now. He's already here anyways, and if we let him go back, he might reveal us to the other humans." I told my friends, pretending to be annoyed.

"He can stay with me." we all said at the same time. I narrowed my eyes at the two in front of me. "No, he's obviously not safe with you two, he'll stay with me." I growled. "Shut up, Kenny, I promised I wouldn't hurt him." Stan snapped.

"Psh, please, I'm more self-controlled than the both of you combined!" Cartman scoffed, earning looks that told him "Really?" We all burst out into an argument, and I didn't notice Craig heading toward us until he spoke up.

"Why the hell are you douchebags fighting this time?" the monotone voice asked. Like Stan, he was a vampire and had the same midnight-black hair and blue eyes. Sometimes we teased them about being "identical twins" and pretended to confused one of them for the other.

"Craig, who do you think Kyle's safer with, me, fatass, or Kenny?" Stan asked. So Kyle was his name…a cute name for a cute boy. Damnit, I'm so gay. "Kyle?" Craig quirked an eyebrow, but then he laid eyes on the tired redhead.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a rare lopsided smirk and he rolled his eyes. "You guys are so gay. If you can't decide who's going to be Prince Charming for tonight, I might as well take him." he told us.

Before we could argue, he swept the redhead into his arms with his stupid-ass vampire super strength (as if he wouldn't be easy enough to carry judging by how skinny he was) and began to walk in the opposite direction. "Goddamnit…" I muttered under my breath.

That night, I couldn't stop thinking about Kyle. There was something off about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I spent the rest of the night brooding about the mysterious boy and all the possibilities...

CRAIG'S POV (YES I AM SWITCHING FUCKING POVS DEAL WITH IT BITCH)

So, Kyle, huh? I looked down at the fragile boy in my arms; he seemed to be sleeping as he pressed himself closer to my chest like a baby to its mother. Damn it…he was too fucking cute. And to think those three idiots were trying to have him for themselves.

He felt warm against my cold body. It was comforting. It didn't help that he smelled so good…like strawberries. He had a rare blood type, and the rarer the blood type, the better it tasted. But I couldn't bring myself to leech off of him. He was too…precious.

I almost laughed out loud at how stupid I was being. I thought of a boy that I barely knew as precious. For all I care, I could just turn him right now. I would get a good meal and he'd be forced to stay with me for eternity.

You see, this is how vampires work:

Natural vampires, which are vampires who were born like that, have the ability to turn other species into vampires like them. However, the newly-turned one would have to obey the commands of the one that turned them and stay by their side until death did them part.

It was sort of like…eternal marriage for humans. Heh, marriage…the thought of marrying the adorable creature in my arms made me feel weird…this was so unlike me. Since when did Craig Motherfucking Tucker ever fall in love? Well, now I guess.

I shook it off and entered my room through my window. It wasn't hard to scale the wall of my house with my powers, even with him in my arms. He was lighter than air pretty much. I made a makeshift bed on the floor and helped him under the covers, and just like that he was asleep.

For the most part, I just watched him sleep. It was creepy, I know, but it's not like I cared. He seemed almost too good to be true, and I felt like as if I turned my gaze away for even a second, he would be gone when I looked back. I didn't want that to happen.

Suddenly, he began to squirm and tears began to run down his face. "N-No! Don't hurt me! Please!" he cried, his voice full of fear. His voice was rather high-pitched and squeaky, like a girl's. Damn, he was too adorable. I almost sat there and let him endure his nightmare.

But I just sat down and began to shake him gently. "Wake up. You're dreaming." I told him, my voice as cold and emotionless as always. Frightened emerald eyes shot open, and his breath came out in shocked pants, his small chest rising and falling at a fast pace.

"Calm down, it was just a nightmare." I assured him, wiping away his tears with my thumb. Well, now I was using a cliché romantic gesture that you only see in the goddamn movies. What has this world come to? But he didn't really seem to mind and let me wipe the tears away.

When he eventually drifted off to sleep, I forced myself to turn away and continue my night activities. Hopefully he wouldn't have any more nightmares while I was gone. But for some reason, I felt that I didn't want to leave him. I wanted to stay with him.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

END OF CHAPTER

Oh God I am so fucking sleepy. About as sleepy as Kyle here, who has four eager semes after him right now. BUT THERE ARE MORE. I couldn't even concentrate on the keyboard, when I tried to write "vampire" I ended up writing "vampie". XD Come on everybody! The pastry shop's introducing a new pie flavor, vampie!

Ugh, I am so goddamn lame. Well, see you next chapter!

XOXO

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