Two Different Paths
Stan's POV:
"Guys I'm home!" "We're in the kitchen!" Yelled the oldest, Shelly who's 23, from another room. As I walked in I asked where Mom and Dad are. She said they went to get dinner. Then the youngest, Rose, walked in and sat on the counter top. "We know that you're all 'special' and all…but who was the dude?" My 20 year old brother, Raven, asked. I just flipped him off as the answer. "So who's Kyle, Stan?" My 13 almost 14 brother, Max asked. "Just somebody I asked for a ride since I don't have my car yet Max." But Raven kept eye balling me. "Stan! Take Rose to her room; she's falling asleep." She said pointing at the caramel headed girl about to sleep on the table. I picked up the 11 year old and carried her upstairs to her room and laid her in her bed and covered her up. For me Max and Rose are my favorites, probably because they're younger than me. Raven and Shelly are annoying for me because ones in collage and the other aren't in school and have a job as a scientist. I started walking out the room when I heard, faintly, Rose call my name. "Just ignore Raven, Stan. We are all 'special' in a way." She always knows how to make me feel better or cheer me up. "Thanks, you always make me feel better Rose." I could easily see the smile on her pale face. "But I just want to know is...Why or how we're here? I know I ask that a lot but I just really want to know." "Well I don't know either, just keep thinking that we have been giving another chance to do something. Just go to sleepRose."
I finally left and walked out of her room. I headed downstairs to the living room to do my homework. I started having problems concentrating. I finally finished in an hour and a half. And the reason I was having trouble was I couldn't get his freaking Kyle's jade eyes out of my head! "Forget about him Stan!" Raven yelled form behind. "Go to hell man." Then he jumped and pinned me down on the couch. "Dude, you know we're all living in it." He said in my face laughing. For a good while we just played fight until my parents walked through the door holding large paper bags. "Stan! Raven! Stop fighting, time for dinner." Ordered my mom. We both ran into the kitchen and my parents gave us 'soup,' what others would call…something else. "Rose?" asked my dad. "She's taking a nap, Dad. I'll take her bowl upstairs for her." After I was done with the red liquid, I took her plate up to Rose's room and put it on her counter top. When I went downstairs to wash dishes and put up my homework and go up to my room. Soon it gets past 11 pm and I can't sleep. While I was up I strummed on my guitar. Then I went downstairs to my baby grand piano. "Stan, why are you up?" I turned around on the stool. "You know I have troubles sleeping Mom. Just something on my mind right now-" "The Kyle Broflovski kid?" "No… Kenny McCormic. Do you know anything about them Mom?" I asked as she sat down next to me on the piano bench. "Yeah…you shouldn't be near him a lot. He's a descendant from werewolves." I knew there was something really familiar and strange about him. "Oh…I found out that Craig goes here too." "Well at least someone is here that you can talk to." She rustled my hair when she left me alone to go back upstairs.
Suddenly my stomach started growling harshly. Ugh! Since they know I have trouble sleeping and know no one will mess with me they let me drive around. And a good thing is that they gave me the keys to my favorite car today or tonight. I grabbed the keys started the engine letting it roar awhile before I drove off into the streets. The street lights are dim. I'm more a night person anyway…well what vampire wouldn't be? I decided to make a quick visit. I parked two houses away from his. Later I jumped his fence very quickly and made no noise when I climbed the tree next to his window and swiftly entered. It's a pretty big room. Then I spotted my target lying quietly in his bed, not even thinking that someone is pulling up his computer chair and sitting next to him. Ever so calmly I moved some of his hair from his face, reviling Kyle's closed eyes. I stopped when he suddenly moved and took a deep breath. But I resumed playing with his wavy, red hair. Soon a small smile grew on his perfect face. I held my breath for five minutes waiting for him to refrain from moving once more. Suddenly my stomach started to growl more aggressive than before. I slipped out his window once more closing it this time from behind. The snow under my feet crunched under each step. As I reached my car I wanted to go home to see if there were leftovers in the fridge, but could sense another human being walking towards me. And I know who exactly who he is…the dog stopped behind me. "What is it dog?" I said calmly placing my keys back into my pockets. He began to growls at my words. "You know…Stay away from him bloodsucker." He says in a semi-dark tone. I start to snicker as I turn around ending up fully smiling; proving is accusions are all but wrong. "Why does a low life dog care who I hang around with anyway? I heard and saw that in a note you sent to him; for Kyle to befriend me in the first place." His eyes became darker in the light of the street lamp. But I know he's all talk, just shooting me with fake aggression. It's a very easy expression to read on an animal's face. "You should have never come here. This is my ground." Once he finishes he begins to circle me on all fours, showing what a real dog he is.