A/N: I'm not going to torture you any longer, which is a shame because it's fun to be evil lol. Here's the long awaited Style chapter. Must warn you though at one point my cheesy, hopeless romantic side takes over a little. OMG I also cringed a lot writing this, I seriously am so childish when it comes to writting this sort of thing. Don't get me wrong, I like reading it, I'm just not so good with writting it. My friend is worse lol she had to write a scene in one of her Twilight fanfics where Bella and Edward had a moment and she could not stop laughing, seriously it got to the point where it became a silent hysterical laugh, which would have been ok if we weren't in the school library. Everyone was giving her strange looks including me. Anyway I hope you enjoy reading this chapter and I hope I wasn't too rubbish at writing this scene.

I decided that there was no way I was going to get any sleep now, it was weird being alone when I had become used to being surrounded by other fledglings. It wasn't until I walked around the side of the couch to sit down that I realised I wasn't actually alone, Stan was asleep on the couch. I felt myself smiling at the thought that Stan had waited for me to get back, he seemed worried earlier when I left. I almost didn't want to wake him up, but he deserved to know that everyone was ok... right?

I shook his shoulder softly "Stan?"

He stirred slightly, then his eyelids fluttered open to reveal those dazzling, saphire eyes. He smiled warmly "Hi Kyle." He sat up and moved his feet of the couch to give me some room, I sat down next to him. "What did I miss?" he asked.

"Let's see...Wendy is now a green fledgling, Tweek can see and talk to ghosts..." I grinned wickedly as I decided to play a mean joke on him "... and it turns out you talk in your sleep."

"WHAT?" he questioned, blushing profusely.

"Just kidding" I chuckled "That last part's not true, but by the way you reacted, it seems like you don't want me to know what you were dreaming about. What were you dreaming about?"

"N-nothing" he turned even redder. "So where are the others?" he asked in a lame attempt to change the subject.

I was going to be kind and accept it though "Craig, Kenny and Butters took Tweek to the hospital wing and Wendy went to her room."
"Oh, so you thought you'd wake me up so you could have a little alone time?" he smirked, waggling his eyebrows. "I told you that you were the one head over heals in love with me."

I ignored his teasing "Can I ask you something?"

"Yes I am single" he answered jokingly.

"No" I said. "I being serious. How did you get here? I mean I've heard Wendy, Butters and Tweek's stories. What's yours? What happened before you marked me?"

He suddenly looked a lot more thoughtfull "Well, as for my parents, they're not as bad as I made them out to be." He laughed to himself, as if he was remembering something funny. "They're just eccentric, they thought I was going to try and suck their blood or turn into a bat or something. They've totally got used to the idea of me being a vampire now. I still visit them sometimes, I've lived here in South Park all my life, just like Wendy." He stopped and turned to look at me "Did she tell you about Red?" I nodded. "She was Wendy's best and only friend, I kind of hung out with the popular kids, but don't get me wrong I talked to everyone. I didn't really like how the other popuar kids were, everyone just sort of expected me to be friends with them so I was."

"So did you stay friends with them like Wendy did with Red?" I questioned.

"No" he replied. "They stopped talking to me the day I was marked, they didn't want to be associated with a vampire fledgling, they said it was 'bad for their image'. Then I moved here and the person who marked me became my room mate."

"Butters marked you?" I interjected.

"No, he used to be in Wendy's room" he answered.

"Then where's the fledgling that marked you?" I felt extremely confused.

Stan stared down at his hands as he twiddled his thumbs "Not all fledglings survive the change, sometimes our bodies reject it."

"Yeah, I know that but I don't see what that has to do with-" Then the horrible realisation hit me "Oh." There was a slightly uncomfortable silence and the atmosphere was heavy with sorrow. "Were...were you there when it-"

"Yes" Stan's voice was almost a whisper. "It's not a nice thing to witness. Like Kenny said, there's a lot of blood." He took a deep, shaky breath and continued. "When a fledgling dies the rest of us are expected to get over it as quickly as possible. But I had only just become a fledgling and seeing someone die in front of me really shook me up. I couldn't let go of what happened, I was having nightmares and I couldn't concentrate in class. So they told Butters to move into my room thinking that all I needed was a new room mate. That didn't work though, so they sent me on a task, to distract me." He looked up to meet my eyes as he said that last part and it suddenly clicked in my mind.

"They sent you to mark me" I stated.

He nodded "At first I just wanted to go back to the House of Night, I thought I needed to just go through the stages of depression and let time deal with it. But then I walked into that caffeteria and you stared at me as if you'd just seen a ghost or something" We both chuckled at the memory. "And then you sort of screamed at me when I was trying to drive you to your house."

"Sorry about that" I smiled apologetically.

"It's ok" he replied. "That was the first time I smiled since..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

I laced my hand in his comfortingly "Stan, about the other day, that kiss... what was that? What did it mean?"

"I don't know" Stan said honestly. "What I do know is... I thought I needed time, I thought I needed a new room mate, I thought I needed to just wallow in self pitty until I could let go and move on." He turned to face me again, sapphires meeting emeralds in a meaningfull stare. "But It turns out all that I needed... all that I will ever need... is you."

I gasped as we both leaned in a bit closer to eachother "That was so... cheesy" I comented and we both laughed. "But it was a good cheesy" I added and we edged even closer to eachother, so that our lips we mere inches apart.

"Wanna try again?" Stan asked, staring at my lips as if they were the last drop of drinking water on a desert island. "Now that I'm not in intense pain and there's no Craig around to interrupt."

"O-ok, yeah, sounds like a good idea" I stammered. He only wanted one answer! Not three! Why am I such a dork?

He slowly closed the distance, claiming my mouth with his own, his lips felt better than I remembered. I know this sounds totally foolish and naive, mainly because I had only known him for a week, but I had already developed strong feelings towards this fledgling. Hearing him basically admit that he felt the same way just a second ago, it made me feel so happy, like on-top-of-the-world happy. I hadn't ever felt this way -not that I could remember anyway- in my entire life. It made me realise that being marked was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. I could already feel my pulse speeding up as I relaxed into the kiss, deepening it by leaning into it even more, I suddenly heard a small moan at the back of his throat. "You feel so good" he whispered agaist my lips.

"So do you" I replied.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pushing me back into the couch slowly, I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck. This, as it turns out, was a monumental mistake because the second my skin made contact with his neck... I felt it.

I felt the soft, rythmic thudding of his pulse. It was like a drum beat that's sole perpose was to draw me closer to the thing that I desired, in this case... blood.

I froze and tensed in Stan's arms, causing the raven haired fledgling to break the kiss and stare at me in concern. "Want me to let go?" he asked, I found it kind of weird that he knew exactly what was wrong. But I nodded and his grip losened, allowing me to put some distance between us, unfortunately my clumsyness kicked in and I tumbled to the floor.

I dropped my gaze to the floor as I absent mindedly played with the carpet. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me" I apologized.

"Look at me" Stan demanded, I looked up causing my eyes to lock with his. "There's nothing wrong with you, absolutely nothing. You're a vampire Kyle, it's normal for vampires to feel bloodlust, it's part of who you are" he said softly. I'm so lucky that he's so understanding, if Craig found out... oh my goddess I don't even wnat to think about it. He'd probably hate me even more than he does already.

"But mine isn't normal, it's stronger, it's almost uncontrolable, it ruins perfect moments." I gave him a nervous look as I bit my lower lip "You don't understand how serious this problem is, it's taking every inch of my strength not to jump on you and bite your neck right now" I explained, desperately trying to get through to him how messed up this was.

"Maybe" Stan answered. "Maybe it's normal for green vampires." Then his lips twisted into a smirk "By the way, hearing you say that makes me realise that... I wantyou to jump on me and bite my neck, so that must mean there's something wrong with me too."

"Yeah well I- WHAT?" I asked, shock taking over my actions. "I'm not going to bite you Stan" I stated shaking my head frantically. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't" he answered. "I heard that if the blood is drank directly from the cut that it's good both the donor and the drinker" he looked at me with pleading eyes and I was finding it more and more difficult to argue against the idea.

"No" I shook my head once more. "I-I'm not biting you." That small stammer was enough to let Stan know that I wasn't as opposed to the idea as I was letting on.

"Fine" Stan said with a knowing grin. "If you wont bite me, then I'll do this." He lifted his thumb and dragged the nail -which as I said earlier, is razor sharp- across his neck, breaking the skin. The cut wasn't deep enough to cause him any real harm, but a trail of shimmering crimson blood started to appear, with great difficulty I still managed to fight the urge to jump on him. He winced slightly "That actually hurts more than I thought it would." Then the blood began to trail along his neck and I found myself involuntarily licking my lips. The smell of his blood reached me and I started leaning forwards slightly, still desperately trying to hold back, but the familiar salty-but-somehow-also-sweet scent was too alluring. He locked his gaze with mine again "You won't hurt me Kyle, I trust you."

Before I knew what had happened I was straddling his lap. I put my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance as I slowly leaned forwards and licked the trail of blood away. As soon as the blood touched my tounge and I inhaled sharply in surprise, forgetting how good it tasted. I slowly moved my mouth upwards to rest over the cut, then I tentatively pressed my lips against his neck and began to drink from him. "Jesus!" Stan cried out in surprise.

I broke the contact for a few seconds "I thought you were a vampire, not a christian" I smirked.

"I didn't..." he paused, panting loudly "... realise it was that good. Please, don't stop."

I laughed a little but gladly did as instructed, reattaching my mouth to his neck, his blood was fastly becoming my own personal drug. It was way better than any food I had ever tasted, it filled my body with an intense but oddly pleasant heat, and it made me feel lightheaded and giddy with desire. Stan's hands suddenly shot up to grab my arms as he shuddered slightly, and I couldn't help but let out a small moan agaist his skin. I have to admit, I thought this was just going to be about the want and that I would only feel the things that were biologically supposed to happen, but there was something... more. I didn't ever want to stop, but it wasn't just because of the feeling this was giving me, it was because I wanted to be as close to him as I physically could.

As stupidly sudden as this sounds, and as much as I'd hate to admit it I think I- "I love you Kyle" Stan breathed, pulling me from my thoughts. We were both quite exhausted at this point, Stan from being drained of his blood and me from all the stress and drama that had happened earlier. I trailed my tounge along the cut, causing the bleeding to stop, then I sat back a bit to stare at him.

"What did you just say?" I asked, my eyes searching his desperately, needing to know that it wasn't a joke or I wasn't hearing things.

His eyes widened with the realisation of what he'd just admited ."I-I'm sorry, I didn't- I just- I" he stopped babbling for a second to try and get some composure. "I'm sorry if it's too soon, I mean if you think it's too soon. But I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and Just seeing you makes my day better. I know it's only been a week but that's how I feel. I completely understand if you don't feel the same way yet and I know I always tease you about this but now I'm being serious. I love you Kyle" he repeated.

He looked kind of scared as he waited for my reaction, I smiled warmly and his look of doubt completely dissapeared as he let out a sigh of relief. "I love you too Stan" I replied, knowing with every inch of my being that it was the truth.

He beamed at me "See, I told you that you were the one in love with me" he teased, yawning slightly as he pulled me forwards so that I was lying on his chest.

"Hey" I replied, resting my head against his shoulder. "You said it first." Then my eyelids slowly and reluctantly closed as I drifted into a deep sleep.

...

As I slowly came back to the world of the living, I could feel a finger softly tracing the swirling patterns of my mark. I abruptly opened my eyes and looked up to see Stan pulling his hand back. "Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No" I answered. "Actually it was kind of relaxing."

The raven haired boy let out a small laugh "I have a habit of tracing paterns that I find interesting when I'm thinking." Which is when I realised that I was still lying on top of him, I slowly moved so that I was sitting beside him and rested my head againts his shoulder again.

"Where are the others?" I questioned.

"I think they said they were going out into the town because it's a Sunday and there's not much else to do so I told them to go ahead" he explained. "Do you want some breakfast?"

I nodded and he got up to walk over to the kitchen area, he began searching the fridge. "I didn't know you were a chef as well" I teased.

He turned to face me with a slightly odd look "Can you hear that?" he asked. I paused to listen, slowly realising that I could hear something, it was a soft, steady thumping noise. I nodded, wondering what it was until stan turned slightly, I caught sight of the faint red line across the side of his neck and realisation came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. I could hear Stan's heartbeat, eventhough he was at the other side of the room, and even more oddly... I could also feel it. It was keeping perfect time with my own and a aching pain came with it. I stood slowly and crossed the room, finding that the closer I got to him, the duller the pain became. By the time I was stood in front of him it had dissapeared completely.

I reached out and traced the scar on his neck lightly with my fingertip "Last night, I think-"

"-we imprinted" Stan said, finishing my sentence for me.

"Yeah" I nodded. "I don't know if that's a bad thing or a good thing."

"I'm not sure either" Stan agreed. "It's weird how normal it feels."

"Ok I'm starting to sway towards it being a good thing" I admitted.

"Me too" Stan replied. "I meant what I said yesterday" he stated meeting my gaze.

"So did I" I answered. He leaned forwards and placed a soft kiss on my lips, pulling back and smiling slightly. "You don't think we need to break the imprint do you?"

He paused for a moment, a thoughtfull look crossing over his features before he answered "No. I think we should just see how it goes and if it starts to get in the way then we should think about maybe trying to stop it. It can't be that bad, I mean Craig and Tweek seem to cope with it quite well."

"So Craig and Tweek are imprinted?" I questioned, I had a feeling they were but it hadn't really been confirmed by anyone until now.

"Yeah" Stan nodded, going back to the fridge. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Well it is to me and you but everyone else seems to be oblivious to it" I answered, taking a seat at the breakfast bar type thing. "Wendy is convinced that they're 'just great friends'."

Stan let out a loud laugh "Seriously?" he asked turning to face me and quirking an eyebrow. "If they're just friends then I'm a world class ballerina."

"Oh, so that's why you have that girly walk" I teased, causing him to blush.

"I don't really have a girly walk do I?" he questioned as he closed the fridge, not finding anything in there and moved towards the toaster. "There's nothing here so it's going to have to be toast."
"That's ok" I answered, I wasn't really feeling all that hungry after drinking Stan's blood last night anyway. "And no you don't have a girly walk, I was just kidding."

He chuckled slightly, then smiled warmly at me."So, we'll have our breakfast and then I'm going to give you a tour of South Park, maybe then we can find the others. Does that sound good to you?" he inquired.

"Yep" I nodded.

Anywhere would sound good if Stan was going to be there.

A/N: OMG cheesiest line ever at the end there. I wasn't sure if they were falling in love too soon but when I asked my sister for advice she shrugged and said "Bella fell in love with Edward in the space of three days." Why does she always have to relate everything back to Twilight? But then again I always relate everything back to South Park or HoN. Anyways what did you think?