Once we reached the main school building we began looking for the Sociology classroom, schools are incredibly creepy when they're empty so I had to break the silence. "So..." I said, grabbing Wendy's attention "...I've heard your story, do you know how any of the others' lives were before?"

"Um" Wendy paused to think. "As a matter of fact I do. I was sent to mark both Tweek and Butters so I know their backrounds. I think Butters has the easiest to explain, plus I marked him first so I'll start with his tale." She laughed slightly "I sound like a narrator or something."

This caused me to chuckle too "Well then, narrate away, on with the story."

"Ok." I was glad to see her happy again "Butters was kind of a lonely teen when I found him-"

My laughing interrupted her "Now you do sound like a narrator, you sound like you're telling your memoirs or something."

"I didn't even mean to do it that time" she admitted. "Ok, I'll start again, I was getting ahead of myself anyway. Both Butters and Tweek came here from Middle Park but they didn't really know eachother, partly because Tweek was home schooled but that's another story. So I was sent to mark Butters-"

"Can I just ask a question?" I interjected, she nodded. "Aren't adult vamp trackers suppossed to do the marking?"

"Usually yes" she answered. "But this is a small school and there was an incident where some of the kids died because they couldn't find it, so fledglings are sent to mark people because they have the time to bring the teens here instead of just leaving them to find their own way."

"Oh" I replied dumbly. "Ok."

"Anyway I went to Butters' school to mark him but I couldn't find him. When I asked this one girl if she knew where he was she said "Who's Butters?" and the others weren't much help either. I finally found him outside getting his ass kicked by a group of bullies."

"Seriously?" I asked. "Poor kid."

"Yeah" Wendy agreed. "I had to get rid of the bullies before I could mark him." She must have seen the concerned look on my face because she said "Oh I didn't do too much damage, just one broken nose and a couple of black eyes to scare them off" in an attempt to reassure me. "Butters was in a worse state, his face was majorly messed up, so I marked him and then I gave him some blood."

"You let him drink your blood?" I questioned, remembering what it had been like when I tasted Stan's blood. It was a very passionate situation and I heard it's even more intense when they drink directly from the cut, I can't even begin to imagine Wendy and Butters in that kind of situation, to be honest I wouldn't want to.

"No!" Wendy exclaimed in an offended tone. "I wouldn't let a random stranger that I'd just met drink from me, I'm not that kind of girl, I gave him one of those blood bag things. Anyway, that wasn't the worst of it, when I took him to his house so he could tell his parents and get his stuff they grounded him and locked him in his room. And when I say locked, I mean he had like twenty or thirty locks on his bedroom door."

"Whoa, that's a lot of locks" I stated like an idiot.

"Yep. He had to climb out of his window. Then I brought him here, he's pretty much been getting on with his own thing since then. Well, until he had to go mark Kenny at least."

"Butters marked Kenny?" I questioned. "That would explain why Kenny is so obsessed with him."

"Yeah but if you want Kenny's story you'll have to talk to him" Wendy explained. "For some reason Kenny doesn't like to talk about his past. He'll probably tell you though, you two are like BFFs, you're just a pair of girls in my opinion." We stopped in front of the sociology class door "Well here's the sociology room..." she said pushing the door open "...and Tweek isn't in here." We stood in the hallway for a second "Let's think about this... if I were Tweek where would I be?"

"Lunch Hall" I blurted. Wendy shot me a questioning look "Think about it. There are tables to hide under, the huge wooden doors are almost impossible to open by yourself so he knows that it would be difficult for someone to get in and there's a coffee machine."

The midnight haired girl paused to think "Lunch Hall it is, let's go!"