A/N: So I'm gonna be mean here, I have written the next chapter... but I'm not gonna update until tomorrow. Lol sorry but it's for dramatic effect.

I could hear Craig practically screaming at Wendy as I stormed down the hallway towards the living room area "YOU DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW KYLE LIKE A LITTLE LOST LAMB WENDY!" He was so busy shouting at her that he didn't even notice me walking into the room. Wendy was already in a really bad state, tears streaming down her face as she cowered away from the charcole haired guy. "YOU'RE JUST AS BAD AS HE IS! YOU'RE ALL FULL OF YOURSELF JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A GREEN MARK NOW!" I'd never seen him so angry, it just isn't in his nature to show any other emotion than indifference. "IN FACT YOU'RE WORSE BECAUSE YOU'RE A MURDERING BITCH AS WELL!"

That was when I noticed... Craig's eyes... he wasn't in them. I know how weird that must sound but that's the only way I could describe it. Eventhough his expression was usually devoid of any kind of emotion I knew him well, I knew those chocolate brown orbs well. They usually betray him, portraying any feeling that the rest of his features were trying not to show, but at that moment they were dull and lifeless. It was as if he was sleepwalking or something and the more that I though about it I began to realise that his eyes had been like that for a while... ever since that day I stood up to professor Cartman and me and Tweek switched from history to art.

I was brought back into the current situation when Tweek let out a loud whimper. Him and Butters were hiding in the corner both wearing expressions of absolute terror and shaking uncontrolably. Then I saw Kenny and Stan's concerned glances, like they wanted to step in and do something about it but they were worried that it would ruin any friendship that they'd had with Craig.

Craig was putting all of my new friends - no... my new family - in an extremely uncomfortable position. Right now he was a threat. On that thought alone I found myself advancing towards him, taking advantage of the fact that he was distracted and smashing my fist against his chin with an inhuman amount of strength that even I didn't know I had. A collective gasp echoed throughout the room as Craig was sent flying backwards, landing on the breakfast bar with an earthshattering crash as it was reduced to a mangled mess of wood and stone shards. I couldn't help but stare at my still clenched fist in shock.

Unfortunately Craig took advantage of this, leaping up from the floor and pouncing on me like some sort of vicious lion catching its prey. Pain seared through my face as his fists connected with it, with the same amount force as being hit by a speeding train. I could already feel bruises starting to form along my cheeks and on my eyes. Goddess! Craig is strong! I mean he's always been a better fighter than me but fuck... his punches hurt like hell.

Acting entirely on instinct my hands flew up and grabbed Craig's arms mid punch, throwing him off me. Then I stood back up, crouching in a defensive, animal-like position with a speed I'd never known before. The black haired teen rolled along the floor, crashing into the wall and causing it to crack with the impact. He was back on his feet within seconds and before I could blink he had delivered a decent kick to my stomach.

I found myself plummeting through the air and colliding with the bookshelf. Shelves snapped against my back, causing me to cry out in pain as books came crashing down around me, hitting the floor with a rythmic clatter. "Guys stop it!" Wendy called but her warning fell upon death ears as I shoved Craig so hard that he went tumbling backwards, flipping over the top of the couch.

"Please just don't hurt the TV!" Kenny called. We ignored him too as I grabbed Craig's ankle, lifting him with ease and slamming him back down against the couch. He went straight through the material and each plank of wood on the inside snapped as he hit them, the charcole haired fledgling groaned as his head and back smashed agaist the floor. We were both cut and bleeding by now but for some reason I didn't feel the same want I feel when I smell other vamps' blood. It was like... there was something off about his blood, the other day Butters got a nosebleed and I had to leave the room... so I know it's not just Stan's blood that I'm drawn to. It must have been his imprint with Tweek.

The couch was shattered in half but I really didn't see any of the damage I was doing at that moment, I don't think Craig did either to be honest. I grasped his collar in my hands, dragging him upwards then slamming him back agaisnt the wall holding him there as he caught his breath "Snap out of it Craig!" I snarled - yes snarled, bearing my teeth like a wolf or something. "This isn't you right now and we all know it!"

But Craig didn't plan on giving up any time soon. Using his arms and legs he hurled me off of him. For a split second I felt myself flying backwards before agony teared through my spine as it crunched against the wall. Then I slid down the wall, landing in a sitting position.

luckily fledglings heal quite fast so I could already feel the bones in my spine fixing themselves. This fight was nothing like Wendy and Red's, this time it was fledgling agaist fledgling, we were quite evenly matched. It kind of scares me to think about the idea of a fledgling fighting a human, I mean Red didn't really stand a chance, Wendy could quite easily have ripped her apart. I slowly stood up, starting to feel the drain eventhough neither of us were showing any signs of stopping any time soon.

"STOP!" Butters suddenly screamed taking me by surprise but Craig was oddly unfased as he glared at me, planning his next move in his head. "CAN'T YOU FELLAS SEE THAT YOU'RE HURTING STAN AND TWEEK TOO? THEY FEEL EVERYTHING YOU FEEL!" I abruptly forgot my rage with that one sentence, scaning the room until my eyes finally rested on Stan. He was sat on the floor with his back against the wall, clutching the carpet in his hands as if his life depended on it and grimacing as my pain shot through his body. Kenny was crouched down beside Stan with a comforting hand resting on the raven haired boy's shoulder as he stared into his eyes in concern, searching for some sign that he was ok.

Tweek and Wendy were in a similar situtation on the other side of the room. Except the twitching blonde must have had a lower pain threshold than Stan... either that or I was doing better than I thought. Tweek was writhing on the floor clutching his wild blonde hair as tears streamed down his face and his features twisted and contorted in sheer discomfort. Wendy was sat next to him, fear and frustration etched all over her face because she just didn't know how to help him.

My posture relaxed as I decided to call it quits, nothing was worth hurting the fledglings that I cared about. I started to walk over to Stan, expecting Craig to be doing the same thing with Tweek. "I am so sor-" but I was cut off by a rough hand grabbing my neck, lifting me and pinning me back agaist the wall so that my feet were no longer touching the floor. I looked down to see Craig, he still had that dead look in his eyes, like it wasn't him controling his actions. "Craig" I choked out. "Listen to me! Something's wrong! Can't you see this isn't you? I know that the old Craig is still in there somewhere, please just snap out of it before you do something you'll regret."

"I don't know what you're talking about" he said coldly, the deadness of his eyes now reaching his voice. "Why would I regret this? You've been a pain in my ass for a long time now." I took a sharp breath in, desperate to get some air into my lungs as I struggled and squirmed in his grip. He took this as an opportunity to constrict his hand further around my throat, starting to cut off my air supply a little. No one could help me now, the others were afraid to leave Stan and Tweek's sides just in case something happened while they were gone and there were no other fledglings in sight.

"So you're just going to kill me?" I questioned weakly, my hands coming up to wrestle against his vice-like grip on my neck as I frantically kicked my legs around in an attempt to free myself.

I heared a loud sharp gasp to my right and my eyes widdened with terror, my gaze shooting straight towards Stan. He was now tensed agaist the wall, his chest rising and falling wildly as he breathed in and out with shaky, erratic movements. He coughed, choked and spluttered as his hands pawed wildy at his neck. "Kyle!" he called weakly.

"Please Craig! I'm begging you! Don't do this!" I breathed faintly as my head started to swim with dizziness but he only tightened his grip more, his razor sharp nails creating half moon shapes in my pale skin. When I looked down into his face it showed no sign of guilt, just hatred, pure hatred and malicious enjoyment at the fact that he was causing so much pain . He was completly unrecognisable right now and to tell the truth... the old Craig would have kicked this Craig's ass for how he was acting not just towards me but towards all off his friends, esspecially Tweek.

Darkness clouded my vision and my stomach lurched with the realisation that this was it... I was going to die here.