Stan was instantly relived to find Shelley wasn't home yet. It was only eight p.m, so he had about three hours of time to come up with a reasonable explanation as to why he brought a vampire into the house.
Stan first carried his groceries inside, then went back out to find to vampire still (thankfully) out cold.
Once again shocked by his light weight, Stan carried the curly-headed boy up to his room. He placed him on the carpeted floor before running to grab an extra blanket. Stan didn't like strangers on his bed, especially blood-covered ones.
Stan threw the extra blanket on top of his comforter, and then placed the unwilling visitor on top. Stan jumped when he shifted slightly, comfortably breathing in and exhaling once before settling back down into deep sleep.
Stan sighed and fell back into his chair at his desk. The adrenaline rush made him exhausted.
"What the heck am I gonna do... Shelley's gonna kill me... I can't tell Kenny... what is he even gonna do when he wakes up? Kill me? Run away?" Stan's internal monologue kept raising questions.
"I have to know why he saved me. It's completely out of character for a freaking vampire to save its prey." Stan spun around in his chair before scooting closer to the vampire on the bed.
Stan could know see his features perfectly in the light from his room.
His hair was a dark, pretty shade of red and his curls covered every inch of his head perfectly. His skin was very pale, but didn't look sickly like a normal vampire's. He had a long face shape with a sharp nose, slightly chubby cheeks and high cheekbones.
Stan went to his bathroom and grabbed a rag. He wiped the blood from his mouth could now see he had plump, light-pink lips while his gleaming fangs poked out on his bottom lip. Other than the fangs, he looked completely human.
Stan couldn't shake the fact that he'd seen his exact hair color before. It was a color anyone could recognize, but Stan wasn't exactly sure where he'd seen it. His face shape was extremely familiar as well.
"Dang... he's pretty cute." Stan's intrusive thought caused his face to flush and he got up from his chair.
"No... no I'm not gay. I like Wendy. Not random vampires that save you from their own kind.. even if they are pretty cute.." Stan mumbled, walking out of room to go find something he couldn't secure the vampire with.
Once Stan had finished tying the vampire's hands behind his back, Stan fell back into his chair. He pulled out his phone for the first time in what seems like ages and opened Snapchat.
Stan didn't have that many friends, and really only used it to talk to Kenny. He was in a couple of group chats, such as for schoolwork and football, but that was about it. The only person he talked to that wasn't from school was Shelley, and they only sent each other absurd memes from time to time.
Stan saw that Kenny had sent him a couple of pictures, so he opened them and smiled. Kenny had taken 0.5 pictures of Cartman, Craig Tucker, and himself. In the background, Stan could see that this "meeting" was more of a party. Stan felt a little jealous.
Stan sent in return a 0.5 picture of himself and sent it to Kenny, hoping his friend was having a better night than he was.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He was definitely exhausted now. It was getting late, but Stan would rather sleep deprive himself more than he was than fall asleep only for the vampire to wake up and possible kill him.
Before he knew it, Stan was drifting off. The sound of his door slamming open was what instantly scared him awake.
"Stan! I've been calling your phone for an hour! What the hell is-" Shelley burst into his room with an angry expression. Stan jumped up, knocking the chair out from under him and causing it to fall on the floor.
Shelley scanned the room, and her eyes fell on the sleeping vampire on the bed. Her eyes widened in confusion as she stepped into the room.
"Stan. What the hell is going on? Why the hell is there a boy tied up in your bed?" She asked in a very serious tone. It was very obvious what she was thinking.
"I swear this isn't what it looks like! He's a vampire!" Stan defended. "See?"
He motioned Shelley to come closer, and when she did, he gently lifted up the vampire's upper lip to show one of his fangs. Shelley became even more confused with this action.
"A vampire. You brought... a vampire into our house!! What is wrong with you!? Mom and Dad are gonna kill you! Scratch that, I'm going to kill you!" Shelley exclaimed. Stan backed away from her slowly.
"Please, I have an explanation!" Stan said. He would never admit it but Stan was extremely scared of his older sister, especially since she beat him up all the time growing up. They may be the same size now, but she will forever terrify him.
Shelley crossed her arms. "It better be a good."
Stan went on to tell her about the events: the Subway, the store, the lady, finding the boy, and how he saved him from the vampires.
Shelley listened and never once interrupted. When he was done, she narrowed her eyes.
"Stan.."
Stan looked at her.
"..you are a complete idiot."
Stan groaned in response. "I know, I know, okay? I just want to know why he saved me. I know for a fact there were at least two times he could have killed me but he didn't. I just want to know."
Shelley just stared at her brother in disbelief. "Listen. I understand, alright? But remember what I told you earlier? If you do something stupid, I'm not helping you. You're on your own with this one. I'm not gonna tell Mom and Dad, just make sure you don't get eaten or whatever. I'm going to bed." She explained before promptly leaving the room.
Stan breathed a breath of relief. At least Shelley wasn't going to kill him.
A soft groan make Stan's hair stand on end. He turned to face the bed, and almost died to see the vampire moving. He shuffled on the blanket slowly, and fluttered his eyes open.
"W..What the hell..?" He mumbled and continued to try and wake up.
Stan reached into his nightstand and instantly went for the pocket knife his uncle gave him for his birthday a couple years back. He held the blade out shakily and watched as the vampire slowly regained full consciousness.
It wasn't long for the vampire to realize that something was wrong, so he shot up on the bed and looked around.
"Where the hell I am?" He said aloud, and his green eyes soon fell on Stan.
"You." He said. His shock turned into confusion. "Where am I?" He asked.
Stan readied his knife. "Y-you're in my house, vampire." He spoke as intimidating as he could.
The vampire's face twisted in confusion. "I'm sorry, what did you call me?"
"A vampire, since that's what you are." Stan said and began inching forward.
"Vampire... what..? Oh.. I see now." He spoke calmly now, and Stan could see him shift his wrists against the rope binding them together.
"I have some questions for you, bloodsucker." Stan spoke.
"And I have some questions for you too, human." The vampire responded nonchalantly.
"Oh.. um... How about.. I ask a question then you ask one?" Stan's intimidating act was falling apart. This vampire obviously wasn't threatened by him.
"Fine. Ask quickly, I want to go home."
Stan took a deep breath. "Why did you save me from the other vampires?"
"Really? That's your first question? Alright. I saved you because I was running from them too. Well, obviously you didn't realize you were being stalked, did you?" He answered.
"Why would you be running from your own kind?" Stan asked, some color rushing to his face on the account of his unawareness being called out.
"Hush, it's my turn, remember?" The vampire snapped. Stan nodded his head nervously.
"Do you know what I am?" He asked mysteriously.
"Yes. You're a vampire." Stan answered confidently.
"Wrong. I'm not a vampire." He said.
"What? But you were drinking blood! You have fangs!" Stan exclaimed.
"Will you let me talk?" He snapped again, sighing. "I'm not a full-blooded vampire. I'm a half vampire."
Stan stayed quiet.
"You don't even know what that is, don't you?" He asked judgingly. Stan shook his head. A million different questions raced into his head.
"It's your turn." The boy said.
"Oh! Um... what is a half vampire.. exactly? What makes you different than all the other bloodsuckers running around?" Stan asked.
"Well, isn't it obvious? I look and act completely human, don't I? I only possess some vampiric powers, and I am generally not a threat to humans." He paused before leaning forward. "..unless they kidnap me and force me to play twenty questions.."
Stan gulped in nervousness. "I.. uh.."
"What's your name?" He asked.
"I-I'm Stan. Stan Marsh."
The boy's face switched from threatening to curious.
"Marsh? Like, Randy and Sharon Marsh?" He asked.
Stan felt his stomach drop. "How the hell do you know my parents?"
"I personally don't know them, but they're good friends with my parents." He explained.
"Oh, well then.. what's your name?" Stan asked, visibly puzzled.
"Kyle Broflovski." Kyle answered, and Stan instantly knew why he recognized him.
"Oh! Like Gerald and Shelia Broflovski? Are you their nephew or something? I've never seen you around here before." Stan asked.
Kyle groaned. "No, I'm their oldest son. I've lived in South Park my whole life."
"Son?" Stan questioned. The resemblance between him and his parents were unmistakable now. Kyle had his mother's fiery red hair, and his father's face shape. Both his parents were very active in the community, and frequently came over to eat with the Marshes. They had not once mentioned having a son, or having kids in general.
And they especially didn't say anything about that unknown son being half vampire.
"Yeah, yeah, they don't like to talk about it. I personally don't like being known either. Now that we're on name bases now, Stan, can you untie me so I can go home?" Kyle asked.
"What? No way! You'll just kill me if untie you!" Stan exclaimed.
"Excuse me? You think that I'll kill you? What on earth do you take me for?" Kyle asked, extremely offended.
"Dude, I don't know! You drink blood don't you?"
"I don't drink blood from humans directly. I have never, and never will, kill a human. I may be half vampire, but I'm also half human you know. But please, for the sake of my comfort, untie me." Kyle explained.
"I'd feel more comfortable if you stayed just the way you are." Stan said.
"You obviously have no idea what you're doing." Kyle said.
In the blink of an eye, Kyle had disappeared and in his place, a small red bat with big green eyes sat in the middle of the now untied ropes.
"What the!" Stan shouted and jumped back, falling over on the chair from earlier.
The small bat flew up into the air and Stan could hear a small giggle. "Not so tough now, aren't you?" He hovered a few inches away from Stan's face.
"Dude, I promise. I won't hurt you." Kyle said and flew backwards, returning to his human form and sitting on the bed.
Stan shuffled to his feet and grabbed the knife he had dropped on the way down. "Alright... alright... I do have some more questions though."
Kyle smiled, and Stan could see that his fangs had disappeared. They were replaced with regular human canine teeth.
"Ask away." Kyle said and crossed his legs on the bed.
"Is your whole family half vampires, where you born this way, or how does it even work?" Stan asked.
"I'm really not supposed to tell you since we are supposed to be living in secret, but yeah. Pretty much my whole family are half vampires. And yes, we were born this way. I'm not exactly sure how we came to be, but there are a lot of benefits from it." Kyle explained.
"Wow, so, what all can you do? I've seen the bat thing, what else is there?" Stan asked, growing more and more interested.
"Let's see.. I got some pretty lucky traits from my parents. I have night vision, super strength, I can have and eat garlic, and I'm pretty much invincible. I also have some downsides, like I can't go out in sunlight, which means I can't really talk with other people my age, and I sadly don't have the hypnosis ability. That would be really useful though." Kyle explained.
"But I've seen your parents walk around in daylight.. why can't you?" Stan asked.
"Every half vampire's abilities are different. My parents were extremely lucky to not be affected by the sun. Me and my brother weren't so fortunate."
"How old are you?"
"How old do you think I am?"
"Umm... I want to say... between fifteen to a hundred years old."
Stan was taken aback when Kyle erupted into laughter. "At least you made it into the margin. I'm only sixteen, dude."
"Oh! I'm seventeen. That's kinda weird.." Stan said.
"How is it weird?" Kyle asked, now smiling.
"It's weird because vampires can live for ages.. I'd never thought I'd find one younger than me." Stan said. For the first time in about two weeks, he grinned.
Kyle laughed again. "Jeez, you are such a dork."
Stan paused at the statement. "Really?"
"Yeah, but in a good way." Kyle looked at him with friendly eyes. "I like you, Stan."
Stan felt his heart race. "R-Really?" He stuttered.
"Sure. I like your curiosity. Any other kid your age would have driven a stake through my heart by now." Kyle stood up, stretching his arms.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Stan. But I've got to get home." Kyle began. He stopped mid-sentence. "Home..shit!" He exclaimed.
"What is it?" Stan asked.
"Those vampires are sure to be at my place... you heard what they were saying in the alley! My parents and brother are out of town, I'll be all alone. I can't spend a whole month running around town!" Kyle ranted, pacing back and forth in a panic.
"Do you have any... friends you could stay with?" Stan asked, trying to help.
"No, they know where they live too. They've probably already checked there. I need to find somewhere they'd never look..." Kyle said, going into deep thought.
"How do they know so much about you?" Stan asked.
"Have you been paying attention? Vampires stalk, that's what they do. I thought I'd finally escaped them a couple years ago, but it seems I thought wrong. It's not a surprise to see them finally come after me when my family is conveniently out of town." Kyle scoffed. "Serves me right for getting my hopes up."
Silence filled the room as both the boys thought. It was a good three minutes before Stan spoke up.
"... do you want to stay here?" He asked softly.
Kyle looked up from the floor.
"Dude, are you serious? This is a very bad situation, I could put you in serious danger." Kyle explained.
"You said you needed somewhere to stay where they'd never look. I'd think this would be the right place. And, I kinda owe you for saving my life." Stan said, walking closer and putting a supportive hand on Kyle's shoulder.
Kyle tensed up against the touch.
"You don't owe me anything. Are you absolutely sure you want me to stay? What are your parents gonna say?" He asked.
"Don't worry about my parents, they're out of town right now too. The only person you should worry about is my sister, Shelley. As long as you don't get in her way, you should be fine here." Stan explained.
Stan watched as Kyle's face scrunched. His eyes wandered around the floor for a minute, before looking back up to Stan.
"Alright, dude. I'll stay." Kyle stated.
"Sweet!" Stan exclaimed. He landed on his bed and sat with his legs crossed. "Can I ask a couple more questions?"
Kyle finally smiled again. "Sure."