A/N: I feel like I'm in the zone with this story at the moment and I know exactly where I'm taking it so look out for some surprises.

Disclaimer: I do not own south park or house of night.

"So... your mom didn't really take the news well did she?" Stan said trying to make conversation while he casualy griped the steering wheel with one hand and rested his chin on his other. Luckily we set off at sun set so neither of us were in danger of being burned. Well, we don't burn to a crisp like the vampire stereotypes in books and films but I heard it does weaken us dramatically.

I turned to face him, furrowing my brow "Ya think?" I answered sarcastically turning back to stare at the road. After a few more minutes of uncomfortable silence I sighed "Look, I'm sorry, I'm just a bit cranky about dying and my stupid, jewish mom can't even accept who I am."

The other fledgling smiled "You're not dying dude, you're being reborn. As for the parents not accepting you... don't worry about it." He sighed "When I told my dad he tried to perform an exorcism on me."

"Wow" I said "Tough break."

"Yeah, I had to climb out of my window."

I smirked "So do you have a thing about climbing out of people's windows then?"

He chuckled "You could say that. I prefered climbing into yours though."

I tried to laugh with him but a sharp pain slammed against my chest and I started to have another coughing fit. My chest was heaving painfully. "Kyle are you ok?" Stan worried. I tried to calm down but I could feel my throat getting thicker and making it difficult to breath. I arched my back off the chair and screamed as a clawing sensation ripped at my lungs. The coughs had so much force behind them now that they were actually causing my whole body to convulse wildly and uncontrolably. "Oh my Goddess! Kyle!" I heard Stan cry. Then my body flung forwards violently and I heard a defeaning crack as my head slammed against the dash board.

Suddenly I felt myself floating, it was as if time had slowed down, I felt lighter than air. When I turned around I found myself watching the scene from a distance. There was a long line of traffic. Kids were whining to their parents about the fact that they had stopped moving whilst parents honked their horns in road rage. Business people were looking at their watches in panic and muttering about being late for important meetings. One couple were looking at the car in front, concerned expressions plastering their faces. Then my eyes rested on the car in front of me and I let out a loud gasp.

I could see myself, well, my body anyway. I was draped limply over the dashboard. Thick, ruby red liquid stood out agaist sheet white skin, the blood dripped from my forehead and mouth, oozing gently down my face. My eyes were open, they had once been a sparkling emerald colour, they were now dull and lifeless. My lips weren't pink any more, they were almost a light blue, as if my soul had been frozen. I looked dead.

But that was nothing compared to when I looked up and saw Stan. His eyes were red and swollen with the tears that were now spilling down his face. His breathing had quickened in panic to the point where he was almost gasping for air, I could see his chest rising and falling in shaky, erratic movements. He lightly nudged my shoulder and I swear I actually felt his hand, eventhough I've obviously left my body. "Kyle?" He choked out "Kyle this isn't funny, please wake up now." He raised my hand and suddenly the spirt me's hand raised also against my will, he lets go of my hand and both my real arm and my spirit arm flopped back down limply, I gasped in shock. Stan looked confused for a second, then decided "I'll take him to the vamps, they'll know what to do." Before I can do anything the car sped away leaving me stranded at the side of the road.

"Wait! Am I dead?" I questioned. I inhaled sharply in wonder as my words actually formed in the air, they made beautiful green patterns as they swirled around in front of me. I heard a woman's laughter from behind me, it was a soft, musical sound that instantly captivated me. I turned around and my jaw dropped when I saw a fantastically stunning woman stood in front of me, she had long, straight, hair that was almost the same colour as a raven's wing. Her smile was like the rising sun and her eyes were full of warmth as she spoke "You are not dead my child, you are simply...drifting."

My eyes widdened in surprise "Nyx?"

My Goddess, the mother of all vampires nodded "I am known by many names but Nyx is the most commonly used." Her words formed in intricate purple patterns and my heart soared when they mixed with mine to form an exquisite cloud of colour. "I've been observing you Kyle Broflovski."

"M-me?" I gulped nervously "Why would you want to watch me? I'm so dull and ordinary."

"Do not put yourself down young fledgling, you have a strong heart, filled with kindness." She walked towards me slowy and stopped just inches away from me. She brushed a strand of hair out of my face, this wasn't a romantic action, it was more like a mother trying to comfort her child.

"Yeah and look where that got me, my mom hates me and my soul is trapped outside of my body."

Nyx sighed "You are a difficult fledgling aren't you?"

I smiled and shook my head "Not difficult, just realistic."

Nyx laughed again, it was the most amazing sound I've ever heard "You need to believe in yourself my son, you are more unique than you think. I have chosen you. You will become a new breed of vampire, the first of your kind. Within you is combined the morals of times long past and the knowledge and understanding of the modern world." She placed a soft, warn hand on the side of my face and I felt tears of joy threatening to spil from my eyes. Then she raised her other hand and gently brushed her thumb over the crescent moon tattoo in the centre of my forehead.

Heat errupted under my skin and spread throughout my body. A tingling sensation caressed my mark and the tears finally freed themselves from my eyes. Nyx brushed the tears away with her thumb "I have marked you as my own, you will be my first guardian of night. Now go back to your body and find your destiny young fledgling" she instructed softly.

I was about to ask how when, like an elastic band that had been stretched to far, my soul snapped back into my body with a force that made me sit bolt upright.