A/N: This is quite a long chapter compared to the others but I felt like I should introduce the rest of the group. Sorry if I don't update guikly enough, it's just that I have to go to the library to do it because my computer blocks this site for some bizzare reason. It's so annoying, I can't even go on you tube on my computer! Fair play though I gotta admit that I didn't think it would last this long, it's ancient, it's basically sat in the corner going "I'm dying!" lol.

I didn't actually go into my new room, I wanted to be able to look at it properly when I saw it for the first time, so I just waited for Kenny outside. "Here ya go" he said handing me a stylish black sweater with the third former insignia on it. I pulled the sweater on over my head. I was wearing green, skinny jeans with it, well at least I was keeping up with my new colour scheme.

As we walked into the dinner hall I instantly spotted a large round table in the centre, it was pilled with food and a crystal goblet of what looked suspiciously like red wine sat in the middle, Kenny saw me staring at it. "It's a symbolic offering for the goddess Nyx" he explained. There were heavy wooden picnic tables that had matching benches with padded seats and backs. Each table sat about six kids. This room had a warn and friendly atmosphere. Most of the tables were already filled with teenagers chatting, laughing and eating. A few people looked up when I walked into the room but I was determined not to let the gawking bother me, I held my head high as I nervously approached the food.

However my eyes widened as an unexpected sight met my eyes "Dude! Pasta and garlic bread?"

"Your face!" Kenny laughed and nudged me playfully with his elbow "What were you expecting a row of humans to choose from or something? Fledglings only need blood when they're weak or hurt, but between you and me I was worried when I first came here that they'd have us all drinking from humans for dinner as well."

"But... garlic bread? Isn't garlic like, poisonous to vampires?" I asked casually as I pilled spaghetti onto my plate, man I was hungry.

"No, that's just a load of bullshit made up by Christians and Jews, I think it's supposed to reassure people that there's a way of scaring us away or something" The blonde explained.

"So the whole wooden stake thing?" I asked.

Kenny shrugged "If you stabbed a normal person in the heart with a wooden stake would it kill them?"

"Good point" I agreed.

We carried our plates over to an empty table and sat down with them "So the sunlight thing is half true, the drinking blood thing is true but the rest isn't?" I question.

"Well, we are stronger, faster and much better looking than humans as well" Kenny grins widely, revealing his perfect, pearly teeth again.

"Ok so what about imprints? I heard of them when we studied vampires in Biology but I don't really know what they are."

Kenny's grin widened even more, if that was possible "That's a kinda' awkward topic for two guys to discuss over dinner but since we both know what teams we play for I'll answer your question anyway."

"What are you talking about?" I said with a mouthful of pasta.

Kenny giggled playfully "You're such a goofball at times, ya know that? Please I bet you was struggling not to pounce on Stan from the moment you laid eyes on him. It's completely obvious. And me... well, lets just say there's a cute little blonde with my name all over him."

I gasped "Tweek?"

Kenny almost spit out the half chewed lump of garlic bread in his mouth "No! You haven't met him yet. Anyway... Imprints, let's see...um... vampires don't usually drink directly from a human, they get blood bags for free from the local blood banks, blood banks are these places where humans go to donate their blood to us. Anyways in the rare cases where a human... or sometimes even another vamp allows a vampire to drink from them it's either because they desperately need it for survival or..."

"Or?" I pushed him to answer.

He leaned closer to me "...Or they do it for... pleasure" he whispered causing a deep blush to settle on both of our faces.

"R-really?" I stammered awkwardly, embarrassed for even asking.

"Yeah and basically if you take a certain amount of blood from this person or vamp you become imprinted with them. It's like a really deep, really strong bond. You can feel each others emotions and even call the other person to you or hear their thoughts if the imprint becomes strong enough. It's like your souls become linked together."

"Well, that's interesting."

"Yep."

"Can you like... how do I put it... break? An imprint?" I asked.

Kenny nodded "I heard it's real difficult but there are three ways to break an imprint. First, the easiest way to break an imprint is to put physical distance between you and the vamp or human you imprinted with, the imprint should break within a year."

"That's a long time" I commented.

"Yeah, the other ways are quicker but more extreme. Secondly you could imprint with another vampire, this is ok for the vampire who's breaking the imprint, but emotionally hurts the other person involved. Finally, if either of them get severely hurt or killed the imprint is broken but both suffer intense pain."

"So basically once your involved in an imprint you can't get out of it without causing harm to the other person in one way or another?" I questioned to make sure I got it right.

"Pretty much yeah" Kenny confirmed.

"Then why do vamps put themselves through that?"

"Duh!" Kenny answered. "Why do humans give their hearts and souls to others when there's a chance they'll get hurt? Love silly! Heart stopping, breath taking, butterflies in stomach L-O-V-E."

"Wow, that was quite deep!" I commented.

"Are you trying to say that I'm not capable of being smart?" he smirked.

Tweek and Craig suddenly joined us, Tweek sat next to me and Craig sat next to Kenny, opposite Tweek. "Hey guys" Craig greeted.

"Hi" we both replied.

"How's your arm?" I asked.

"It's a l-lot better now -gah- thanks. Kyle Brofloski right?" Tweek says in what I'm guessing is the calmest voice possible for him.

"Yeah" I answered.

"Hi, I-I'm Tweek Tweak" he introduced himself.

My eyes widened "You mean Tweak as in-"

"Yeah, his parents own the Tweak and co. coffee company" Craig answers.

Craig seemed decidedly mellow now that Tweek had calmed down, Kenny's voice echoed in my head 'It's like a really deep, really strong bond. You can feel each others emotions.' Nah, of course not! Tweek and Craig are not imprinted... are they? I looked across at Tweek, then Craig, their movements mirrored each other perfectly, apart from the blonde's shaking. They both sat hunched over their dinner, resting their chins in their right hands as they ate, once again I heard Kenny's voice explaining 'It's like your souls become linked together.' No they... they can't be imprinted, it's not possible, Craig isn't gay... Is he? If he is then how come he never mentioned it to me? I thought we told each other everything.

I was dragged out of my thoughts -seriously, I need to stop all this daydreaming... or is it nightdreaming... but that's just called dreaming isn't it? I'm going off subject again...Damn it!- when Stan sat down next to me. "Hey dude" He greeted.

"Hey Stan" I replied. Another blonde fledgling sat next to Kenny, why were there so many blondes at this school? "This is my room mate Butters" he gestured at the blonde sat next to Kenny.

Now this fledgling wasn't just blonde, his hair was in an effortlessly stylish, platinum blonde, almost white heap on top of his head. He had sparkling, turquoise, almond shaped eyes that were almost as intense as Kenny's piercing, ocean coloured orbs. However Butters' orbs of bluish-green were slightly softer and glimmered with what I can only describe as a child-like sense of joy and innocence. His pale skin tone was just right for him and his tattoo only seemed to brighten his features even more, if that was possible. He was wearing light green trousers and a plain, black, zipped up jacket which sported the third former logo.

"Hi I'm Kyle" I said reaching across to grab his forearm in a vamp greeting, I pulled my arm back away and looked up to realise that he was staring at me with wide eyes.

"So it's true, you are different" he squeaked in child-like amazement. I turned to look at Stan who shot me an apologetic glance. "S-sorry, I was staring wasn't I?" he said once again sounding and looking naive as he rubbed his knuckles in a nervous gesture.

"It's ok... Butters is it?" I answered.

"Yeah, well, my real name is Leopold Stotch but for some reason everyone calls me Butters" he replied, smiling cutely.

Kenny reached over and ruffled his hair "I don't call you Butters, I call you Leo" he grinned. I raised an eyebrow at my room mate, who nodded with a slight blush in return, so this is the fledgling he has a crush on.

"Ugh" Stan groaned, causing everyone to look in his direction "Here come the hags from hell!" A large group of girls, who all looked like supermodels strutted into the room, claiming the table closest to the centre.

"Of course the Dark Daughters all sit together" Craig sighed, rolling his eyes.

"The Dark Daughters?" I questioned, tilting my head in confusion.

"They're like the cheerleaders and valedictorians rolled into one" Stan explained. "See that blonde girl there..." he said, pointing at a tall skinny fledgling with curly blonde ringlets and brown eyes, I nodded "...well that's Bebe Stephens, the leader and high priestess in training. Don't be fooled, she may seem sweet but trust me she's definitely got a dark side. She's like the queen bee and those other girls are just her little workers. That girl over there..." he said, pointing at a short petite girl sat at a different table, who had long, straight, black hair and dark purplish eyes and would probably look really pretty if it weren't for the baggy clothes she was hiding in and kind of nerdy glasses that covered her face. "...She used to be her best friend."

"No way!" I exclaimed "What happened?"

Stan shrugged whilst swallowing a mouthful of pasta "Bebe didn't need her once she became popular, so she just disposed of her."

"That's terrible" I commented.

"That's High School, even fledglings have their cliques" he explained, everyone else at the table had now started their own conversations by now.

We finished eating and Stan stood up, nearly everyone had left the lunch hall by now. "I'll show you what I mean, follow me." I told Kenny I was leaving, he didn't seem to mind, he was to busy talking to Butters. Then I started walking with Stan, we left the lunch hall and walked towards this huge building. When I saw the sign saying 'Library' my eyes lit up with joy, wow I'm such a nerd.

Stan turned to look at me "So you got your loners, who like to read books in here all the time because they're too scared to make friends..." he turned to a group of fledglings that were sat at the same table but spaced out so that they didn't really look like friends "...Hi guys" he said, attempting to be friendly.

"LEAVE US ALONE!" They chorused.

"I don't get it" I whispered to him "They're loners but they like to hang out together?"

"No one really understands it" he says leading me into another room "So we just don't question it."

We were in the computer room next "This place is the home of two cliques. The trouble makers..." he pointed to a group of guys who were staring wide eyed at their computer screens, I swear I heard one of them say 'Damn would you check out the tits on that bitch!'. "...and the fan fiction writers." The other group was made up of boys and girls who all looked completely different but weirdly made sense as friends. They were talking about whether 'Edward would actually say that' and 'would Bella really fall for him that fast?'.

Seriously? I mean they're the coolest type of vampire ever and all they wanted to do was sparkle? Ok it would be a lot more convenient to sparkle than faint and maybe even die in the sun... but we get awesome tattoos!

...

"So how many cliques are there all together?" I said as we strolled back to the dorms. He had already shown me the Goths, the theatre performers, the wannabe gangsters, the artists, the fashionistas and a few I can't remember, there's just too many of them.

"Too many to count" he said, we were stood quite close as we walked but it felt natural, it wasn't awkward.

"It's a shame that they feel the need to label themselves like that."

"I know" he shrugged "but what can you do about it?"

I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks as his hand brushed against mine, at first I thought it was accidental, then I felt his fingers curled against mine so that we were holding hands. I tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering restlessly against my stomach "I ...um...what...what group are we then?" smooth Kyle, real smooth "I mean you, me, Kenny, Butters, Tweek and Craig."

"I don't know" he answered as if everything was completely normal. "I never really thought about it to be honest."

I wanted to scream at him 'Are you aware of the fact that you're holding my hand right now without warning or explanation?' but I didn't want to ruin the moment "I think we're kind of unusual."

Stan smirks at me as we stop in front of mine and Kenny's room, he still wouldn't let go of my hand "Are you trying to call me a freak or something?"

"No I just don't really think any of us have a specific category to fall into." He wouldn't stop staring at me, it was starting to feel a bit weird. Suddenly I remembered something Kenny said earlier when I was in the hospital bed 'Stan was right, you do have amazing eyes.' "You told Kenny I have amazing eyes?" I blurted out.

"Yeah…" he admits, smiling and blushing slightly "…yeah I did." Then he did something that I will remember for the rest of my life. He put his hand behind my neck, leaned closer to me and placed a soft kiss on my forehead, directly on my crescent moon tattoo. I closed my eyes and my heart beat raced against my chest as I savoured the moment.

I expected to see his sapphire eyes staring into my emerald ones when I re-opened them. However to my surprise -and slight disappointment- he was gone, I was stood by myself in an empty corridor.

At first I was wondering why, but then I realised it was dawn, and for some insane reason there was a huge window without curtains running along the length of the dorm -probably to let light in at night- so I guess he had to get back to his room before the sun rose. If you looked up the definition for bad timing in the dictionary this little story would probably be written there. I hated the stupid sun for ruining that almost perfect moment!

Oh well, I was still feeling on top of the world. I was kissed by a super hot vampire! Who wouldn't be happy about that?

A/N: Yeah, I went a bit 'Mean Girls' with the whole Dark Daughters and cliques thing, I don't know what posessed me to do that.