Some credit must go to sugarbubblegum333, my awesome Beta =^-^= check out her fic's, she. Is. Boss. Also, I was watching X-Men Origins: Wolverine, cause X-Men is my guilty pleasure; and at the bit where he gets shot in the head and forgets everything, my mom said, "I hate this, why does he have to get shot?" and I replied, "they should call it the forget-me-shot." hahaahhaahhahahaahahah- I'm so spazzy D:
Also, another Chloe Quote.
Paula, my dads girlfriend asked what Inception was about.
In an attempt to describe 'how wierd' it was, I said, "think of a donkey dressed as Hitler, painted orange and parachuting over the Bahamas...then think ten times wierder."
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Katilly- Thanks so much, dude :D That means a lot from you! :D I like that you'd read this even though it's Style- you are da (wo)man ;) heehee! As I'm typing this, I'm watching a commercial for Final Destination 5- and I have no idea what relevance that had to ANYTHING...So...hi!
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Chapter 1: Transition
Chapter Song: Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol/ Many of Horror- Biffy Clyro
A South Park Fanfiction by Raining Skittles
Kyle Broflovski pulled up at South Park High in his '96 Honda with full intentions of learning everything he could- as he did everyday. It was a no-brainer, really; Kyle was a nerd, therefore he next to no friends, and spent his time studying. He had turned sixteen the day before, and was happy to be older.
He heaved his ruck-sack over his shoulder, the bag full of heavy encyclopedias and the like.
The red-head started heading towards the marble steps leading to the main entrance. However, he couldn't get through the doors, because someone was lying face-down on the top step. Kyle sighed, trying figure out a way to step over the teen without falling, appearing gay, or both.
"Dude, please move." Kyle said, deciding for the 'direct approach'. The teen looked up and scoffed at this. "Dude, I'm planking. Like a boss," he added as an afterthought, as if that explained everything and he should fuck off. Kyle sighed, running slender fingers through his bright red hair.
"Yes, you are. Now move."
The teen scowled, but stood up and stormed off, with a mutter of, "bastard." Kyle smirked, and walked inside the heavy oak doors, immediately heading to his locker. Kyle dumped his books and winced as a sharp pain jolted through his head and neck.
Ouch! He thought to himself, rubbing the area slowly in circles. All he needed to do was call his mom and she'd let him come home. Now that was something he wanted. But, he had to remind himself that he couldn't risk missing something important- as the end of the year exams were coming up soon.
Turning so his back was against the cool metal of his locker, he slid to the ground with a heavy sigh. Hesat like that for a few minutes. Just breathing. Slowly, the ache in his head started to leave, and he gratefully sat up.
Glancing round, Kyle heaved a sigh of relief that no-one was around.
That would have been awkward.
Kyle shrugged to himself, before he began walking- slowly, he was recovering from a horrible migraine-towards the locker of his only friend; Hanna Addams.
His dark green hi-tops squeaked at times on the freshly-waxed linoleum flooring. The noise sounded louder, and more annoying.
"Ky?" Kyle looked up and grinned at the busty female who had addressed him. Hanna was cute, with long, curly platinum hair and almost-violet eyes. She had a big smile and never spoke ill of anyone. Hanna was a sweetheart. "Hi, Hanna!" Kyle grinned in response.
Hanna had been taking books out of her locker, and was now holding them to her hot-pink sweater-covered chest, beaming widely; showing a row of pink braces. "How are you?" She asked. walking over to the Jew.
Kyle frowned. "Not good, I just had a serious migraine."
"Oh, I think I have some painkillers in my bag...want some?" Hanna asked, pulling the boy in for a quick 'hello' hug. Kyle was once again reminded of how small he was at 5'4, compared to his friends 6'0.
"Painkillers...?" Kyle raised an eye-brow. "What have you been up to? Should I be concerned?" Hanna blushed heavily as though the question urked her. "Erm...Kyle, sweetie...what do girls do every month..." she trailed off. Kyle tilted his head slightly,"you know...with their...lady flowers..." Hanna whispered the last part.
Kyle's eyes widened. "Oh..." Hanna was too innocent to use words like 'vagina' and 'penis' and blushed and walked away if someone used it in her presence.
"Yeah...so...here." Hanna said, placing the pills in his small hand, before walking away, towards her class. Hanna- like Kyle, liked to get there early, though she did it so she could write, "bye-bye!" She called over her shoulder, before rounding a corner.
Kyle sighed, he wouldn't see Hanna again 'til lunch, as they had no classes together. Kyle grasped his necessary books in his small arms and started towards his English class. He was first in, as usual, but the bell went off as he was putting his bag down- the latest Kyle had ever gotten to class.
Students gradually started walking into the class, some sneering at the small boy, others just flat-out ignoring him.
The teacher, Ms. Thompson, arrived shortly after. The great mystery to everyone was why exactly Ms. Thompson wasn't a foreign languages teacher. She loved different languages, and liked you if you said 'hello' in anything other than english when she got out the register.
So, basically, it went like this: "Delli Brown?" "Buenos dias." "Warren McClatchey?" "Salut." "Cameron Davis?" "Konnichiwa!" "Alice Aitcheson." "Ni hao." "Kyle Broflovski?" "Annyeonghaesayo."
"Korean? Nice...OK, class, now would some-one please read their homework assignment poem for the class? No-one voulunteering? How about...Kyle." Kyle sighed as the teacher spoke his name, and he felt twenty pairs of eyes burn into his skin.
The assignment was to write a poem that made no sense, yet lots of sense. Yeah, he didn't get it either; their teacher was on 'Cyprus Time' and was too out of it to do anything other than distract her pupils with frivolous tasks.
Kyle stood up, but another jault of nausea came over him and his covered his mouth with his hand. "Miss...I feel ill, like, really ill. Can I go to the nurses office?" Kyle asked, looking at his teacher with big, bright green eyes.
The teacher pondered for a minute, chewing her lip. She noticed that the boy did look sick and sighed. "Onward, Broflovski." She muttered in defeat. Kyle nodded in thanks. The teacher touched his arm lightly, in a comforting way, as he walked past and Kyle froze, before running out of the door.
When Ms. Thomas had touched his arm, he had felt concern that wasn't his own...scary stuff.
He legged it to the nurses office, eager to get sent home. He wished he had just followed his gut and called his mother in the morning.
He reached the surgical, white door and knocked.
No-one answered, so Kyle pressed his ear to the door and gasped.
"I'm worried. This is the third person to go missing this year!" The nurse appeared to be speaking on the phone. Kyle was about to walk away when yet another jolt of pain and nausea flashed through him. Defying the unwritten code of knocking then entering, Kyle swung open the door. Tears were streaming down his tan face.
"Nurse...I need...help..." he started, before passing out, collapsing onto the hard floor, his diaphragm moving down suddenly as he breathed in deeply.
"Oh my gosh...erm..." the nurse yelped, before helping the unconscious boy onto a bed. She placed a cold cloth onto Kyle's forehead and went over to her desk to call his parents.
"Hello? Is this Mrs. Broflovski...yes, your son...uh huh...about five minutes now...OK, I'll get her. Thank you." At Sheila's request, the nurse sent for Hanna Addams; who arrived less than two minutes later, severely out of breath.
Apparently, running in skinny jeans and pink, fluffy ugg boots wasn't smart- especially when you were out of shape.
Hanna- ignoring the nurse completely- climbed into the bed and put Kyle's head in her lap, running her fingers through the small boys unuly curls.
"Ms. Addams, that is very inappropriate! You and your boyfriend may-" Hanna cut her off, a somewhat dark look taking over the girls teenaged-yet-somehow-childish features, "I don't have a boyfriend. I had a girlfriend. Karen Derryberry; heard of her?" The nurse paled, she was one of the missing children who had been pronounced legally dead.
"Oh...so you and Mr. Broflovski are not..." The nurse trailed off.
"I'm not...we're not like that." Hanna said quietly, turning her attention to the red-head who was lying, tense, in her arms. He whimpered slightly, and Hanna kissed the boys forehead, lightly. Kyle shuddered in his sleep.
At that moment, Gerald and Sheila Broflovski burst into the room, looking around desperately before their eyes landed on Hanna. They knew Hanna was gay; but they didn't know that Kyle was- something that Hanna was OK with.
"Hanna! Is my bubbe alright?" Sheila asked.
"Yeah, I think so, Mrs. B...but he has a fever." Hanna replied, feeling the boys hot, perspiration covered brow and recoiling her hand to emphasize her point. Sheila nodded, grabbing Kyle's feet, "can you help me get him home? Gerald hasn't got the muscle for that sort of thing."
"Hey, that isn't nice, Sheila!" Gerald said while Hanna cradled Kyle's head and Sheila held his feet. The three-plus-Kyle all started towards the Broflovski's car- and Sheila left Hanna with Kyle's car keys, making her promise to drop it off later.
Gerald and Sheila drove home in silence, glancing back at their son with concern every once in a while. When they arrived at the dark green house they called home, the parents somehow managed to get their son into his room.
"Sheila...does he look...different to you...?" Gerald asked, suddenly, when Kyle was set onto his bed. Sheila didn't even look at Kyle, she just grabbed Gerald and started pulling him out of the room. "Come on, we should leave him to rest." She said.
When the two left, Kyle frowned in his sleep. Unknown to everyone else; he was changing.
*...The Strange Occurrence Happening In Kyle's Head...*
"Ouch...that hurts like hell..." Kyle muttered, holding his head as he took deep breaths to steady himself. He held himself tightly, looking around. White was all he could see- and it scared him.
"C'est ce qu'elle a dit!" Another voice responded, and Kyle jumped in fright.
"What?" Kyle asked. The voice was a stranger to him, yet Kyle wasn't worried. Strangely enough, the voice was soothing, and Kyle felt safe- even though he didn't know where he was, or how he'd got there.
"Look, we don't have much time...but I can tell you what's wrong with you."
Kyle frowned. "Hurtful..." he muttered, and the voice laughed. The laugh was deep and honest. "But there's nothing wrong with me." He insisted.
"No, seriously, you need to listen to me. Now."
"I don't even know you, dude."
"You will soon. You will soon. All I can say is be careful- that makes my job easier. I have to go now..."
"Wait! Come ba-"
"You have to wake up now- and stay clear of your parents, I can't see you, but I can imagine that you have...changed. Goodbye..."
Kyle sat up with a jolt, tangled in the emerald sheets of his double bed. He held his head, looking around his room; a pointless task but it reassured the boy that he had been dreaming- that no strange voice was there.
Everything the voice had said came back to him- but one thing stood out.
'I can imagine that you have...changed." The words swam around in Kyle's head, and, though he knew it was only a dream, Kyle started to feel uneasy. Knowing, as he stepped in front of his mirror, that he would see nothing different...
Kyle was-not to pleasantly-surprised.
Staring back at him was a different person.
Kyle used to look in the mirror and see a small, lanky boy, who stood at only 5'4. He had bright, crayon red hair that fell in ringlets, and slightly tan skin, with connect-the-dot freckles, and eyes the color of mint. He had no muscle, and was disproportioned for petitness.
Instead, he saw a boy who looked at least eighteen. The boy staring back at him had pale skin- luminous, even, and dark, fiery hair that looked like silk and fell completely straight. The boy had pearly white teeth- the canines sharper than before- and bright emerald eyes. Brighter than humanely possible. The boy stood at at least 5'8, and was lithe, slim and...beautiful.
Kyle came to realize that the boy was...him.
Kyle gasped, stumbling away from the mirror and consequently falling on his butt- and allerting his parents.
"Kyle?" Sheila's voice resonated up the stairs and Kyle jumped, looking around for a way out.
Within seconds, Kyle realized that he could not, under any circumstances, let his parents see him like this. Moving with speed and grace Kyle did not know he possessed, Kyle grabbed a ruck-sack and stuffed everything he could in it.
Clothes, his journal, his notebook and charger, and a simple, plaited, blue, white and black friendship bracelet Hanna had given him for his birthday. He wouldn't allow himself to think about his friend.
If he did, he wouldn't be able to leave.
Hanna, everyone knew, was completely vulnerable. That's what had drawn her to her girlfriend, Karen Derryberry, who was a kindred spirit. The two had done everything together. And, when people at their school had started disappearing, there had even been talk of the two eloping to Vegas...then, Karen had vanished, herself. Hanna had latched onto Kyle.
Without him...no, he had to leave, Sheila could be inside his room within seconds.
Kyle bit his lip, before throwing a hoody over his t-shirt clad torso and running over to the window, slinging his rucksack over his shoulder. Jumping was out of the question, so he opened the window and clambered out, grabbing hold of the gutter hanging inches from the top pane.
When he had secured his hold on the metal pipe, he risked grabbing hold of the vertical drainpipe attached to the gutter.
Using his feet as a sort of balance, almost walking down, Kyle managed to jump the last few feet- though he got a mouthful of snow for it. Kyle Broflovski was known for his lack of co-ordination, after all.
Kyle was suddenly overcome with a need to go back inside, he could feel hearts beating. Two, to be precise. Both on the top floor, and both had blood pumping erratically as their blood pressures went up with stress...he wanted to suck their veins dry.
A car; a Mitsubishi, pulled up behind him, and Kyle spun around. Whoever was inside shouted through the window, "break out of it, dude, you have to come with me!" Kyle broke out of his trance, and recognized the voice immediately as the one who had talked to him in his dream, and that the voice was right.
He jumped into the shotgun seat of the car, throwing caution to the wind. Kyle was smart, he knew he could trust the person.
"Get me out of here...now." He said, glancing over at the person behind the wheel. It was a boy, about his age, with pale skin and big, bright blue eyes. His hair was as black as midnight, and he had a big, goofy smile on his face as he started the ignition, putting the car into drive.
Kyle found it hard to take his eyes off the boy, he was beautiful. Something as drawing him to the boy, and he didn't know what; he just knew he needed to get closer to him.
"My pleasure." The boy said. He glanced side-ways at Kyle with a grin that showed the boys own pointy fangs and continued. "Name's Stan, by the way. I'm here to get you to double A safely."
"I'm Kyle," Kyle replied, grinning back, "What's Double A?"
"Oh...forgot that...well, I'm not exactly human, and neither are you. We're Pyre's, like 'young vampires'. Double A, or, 'Alba Academy', is a school where we learn to be...well, good vampires, y'know? You don't believe me? You were in a trance back there...bet you were thinking about sucking those people dry."
"That's what she said," Kyle replied, immediately. Stan scoffed, "so not the time. 'Sides, english is over-rated. Say 'c'est ce qu'elle a dit', way more classy."
"Mmm, totally," Kyle agreed, before frowning, "you actually expect me to believe that I'm a vampire?"
Stan smiled sheepishly. "If I said yes, would you hit me?"
"...So, I never have to go back?" Kyle persisted, raising a brow slightly.
"Yup."
"So...Where's Double A?"
"...hmmm, 'bout fifty miles out." Stan replied absently, thinking about it.
Kyle grinned slyly, "road trip, then?"
"Road trip, indeed," Stan smirked.
"...Niceness." Kyle said, looking out of the windows. Stan looked at his bag, and smiled, "hey, you packed. Nice call; you must be smart." Kyle blushed lightly.
"Shut up," he replied, jokingly punching Stan on the upper arm.
"Woah, someone woke up on the wrong side of their coffin," Stan commented. Kyle visibly paled, and Stan laughed, "haha, got ya. We don't sleep in coffins, dude...we sleep in dark rooms with heavy curtain, to block out the sun. Luckily, when you came outside, it was dusk, so ya didn't burn up!"
"Thank. Freaking. God." Kyle responded.
He grew very tired, suddenly, which worried him. His mind was sluggish and his eyes refused to focus. His throat tightened so he couldn't breath.
"Oh, gosh, I forgot..." Stan yelped, "I was supposed to give you blood, but I forgot any!"
"W-wha-" Kyle asked.
"Dude...drink my blood, you'll die if you don't!" Stan persisted, stopping the car at the side of the road and leaning over Kyle. "Trust me, you'll be fine! A new vampire needs blood to survive!"
Kyle looked at Stan's neck. It was slender and ivory white, marked only by a small, dark crescent moon. He could see Stan's jugular and licked his lips slightly. Gripping the taller boy's shoulders, Kyle licked Stan's neck, before sinking his teeth in. Stan gasped.
Kyle started sucking, and Stan tightened his grip on the red-heads back, digging his nails in.
"A-aahh...K-kyle..." Stan panted, sounding slightly strangled, his voice coming out in a gurgle. Kyle stopped for a second, but pangs of thirst overcame him and Stan locked eyes with him, "don't stop," he commanded.
Less than a minute later, Kyle pulled away and Stan slumped back against his seat, exhausted.
"Sorry," Kyle said, seeing that the boy next to him looked completely drained (literally).
"D-don't be...that felt nice..." Stan hummed, and Kyle saw that his eyes were almost glowing with happiness- which was pretty wierd, but, eh, he had seen weirder.
Kyle blushed again and looked away. Stan took a few seconds to get his barings, before starting the car again. They drove in companionable silence. Have you ever felt that you've known someone all your life, even though you've only known them for only an hour? Yup, that was what Kyle and Stan felt like now- a fast friendship was sure to bloom.
"What does that feel like?" Kyle said, looking down at his lap, sheepish as he asked the noirette beside him.
"...Pleasurable," Stan almost purred, grinning widely ath the look on Kyle's face which had turned bright red. Stan giggled, "your face, man, haha! Oh, look, we're almost there!" Stan beamed, driving the Mitsubishi down a long- winding dirt-road, swerving to avoid tree's and holes in the ground. The car moved up and down in a way that made Kyle dizzy.
They eventually stopped at the gates of a massive victorian, neo-gothic looking castle. The castle had it's own grounds, and smaller buildings were placed here-and-there. A reasonably big car-park was placed outside the gates, and Stan parked the car into one of the empty spaces, gesturing for Kyle to get out.
"Welcome," Stan said with a flourish of his hand. "To Alba Academy for the Training of Young Vampires!"
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