It had been about two months since the first murder in South Park.
It was around maybe nine to ten p.m when Clyde Donavan and Bebe Stevens were walking back home from the movie theater. It had been a calm, uneventful Saturday for every teenager in the small mountain town.
Until a cut-off scream broke the silence, stopping the two in their tracks. Clyde, who was frequently labeled as an airhead, quietly peeked his head around the corner from where the scream originated, all while Bebe tugged on his arm and pleaded for them to leave.
It was a tight alley, the perfect scene out of a horror movie.
That's when they both saw Pip, a boy from their school, getting his throat ripped out by a shrouded figure. Under the moonlight, the two could easily see its features. Pale, ghostly skin, glowing red eyes, and sharp, darkened claws immediately gave away what this "thing" was.
The couple bolted upon hearing a gut-wrenching hiss. They ran all the way back to Clyde's house, and called the police.
The officers in the town weren't very reliable, and almost brushed off the incident. The two officers that were sent out to the scene joked about it the entire way there, but were immediately silenced by the huge puddle of blood that stained the alley. The blood then soon trailed off into the woods. Pip, and the figure, were nowhere to be found.
After questioning the two and examining the scene, the police department had no other choice than to come out to the public and explain the horrific situation:
For the first time in twenty years, vampires had returned to South Park.
Everyone rationally freaked out.
Vampires had wreaked havoc on the town many years ago, killing entire families and injuring plenty of others. The grownups in the town never wanted to reminisce the event since a lot of their family and friends were either butchered like cattle or turned into vampires themselves, leaving the younger generation in the dark.
But the Pip situation was just the first of many to come. People began disappearing randomly, and it seemed no one was safe. In total, vampires had claimed a good twenty people in the couple of months they resurfaced. This was devastating on the town's already small population.
Pip wasn't exactly the most popular kid in town, in fact many people bullied him, but his death caused a rift in the school. Before, South Park High School was a place of gossip, drama, and the occasional drug trade. Now, all the students were quiet, thinking and worrying about who would be the next victim.
No one could bring themselves to talk about the ordeal. It was April, and the school year was coming to a close. Everyone had end of year tests and finals to take. Mourning for Pip soon turned into mourning for GPAs.
Junior year was notorious for being the hardest year to pass in South Park history. Stan Marsh was no exception to this curse.
The shrill beeping of his alarm clock made Stan groan before leaning over to his nightstand and turning off the annoying sound. He sat up and yawned, throwing his covers off.
He looked around his room in defeat. It had been a stressful month, and he had barely any time to clean or do laundry.
He got on his feet and slowly lumbered over to his bathroom. He got a glimpse of his reflection and cursed. He looked awful. Turns out staying up all night studying for chemistry was a horrible idea. Dark circles hung under his eyes, and his bleached hair stuck out in the most awkward ways.
He turned on his sink and splashed water on his face again and again, trying to wake himself up.
"You look like shit." A voice came from his doorway. He dried his face off and stared at his sister.
"Thank you, it's not like I didn't notice." Stan sarcastically said, putting down the towel and looking at his sister.
Unlike her brother, Shelley was very well put together for her day. She had on light makeup, and her light-brown hair was pulled back into a half-up half-down style, keeping it out of her face as it feel neatly on her shoulders. "Listen, I won't be here when you get home. So lock the doors and-"
"Yeah, yeah lock the doors, shut the windows, hang garlic outside, I get it. I've heard this spill a million times from Mom before they left." Stan said, walking to his closest and pulling out the first thing he saw.
Randy and Sharon Marsh had left three days ago to go on a month long trip around the U.S. Sharon absolutely loved musicals, and Randy loved taking his wife to see them. They had been planning it for years, but never got around to it. Money was always an issue with a kid in college, but they finally saved enough for their dream vacation about a year ago.
Sharon was so worried leaving her children home alone with the recent vampire attacks, but the two reassured her that they would be fine. They had plenty of friends around town that they could go to if something did go wrong.
Shelley scoffed. "Whatever. If you do something stupid, don't drag me into it. Don't forget to take your chill pills." She said before leaving.
Stan closed the door behind her, before getting changed. The weather had been heating up rapidly. Stan still wasn't used to the heat and preferred the chilly weather that the town usually had.
He quickly got dressed in a plain black t-shirt, baggy jean, and pulled on his favorite blue and red beanie to cover his atrocious hair.
He walked downstairs and saw that Shelley had already left to go to her classes. He looked into the kitchen, but his stomach wretched at the thought of breakfast. Feeling nauseous, he opened the fridge to find something to drink. He sighed relief when he found the last soda in the fridge that he had hid from Shelley.
He opened the drink and took out his prescription bottle from the medicine cabinet. He downed two pills before shaking off the nausea.
He quickly grabbed his keys, phone, backpack, and walked out the door. He locked it behind him and was about to open his truck door when his phone rang. He looked at the caller and smiled. He answered the call as he put his things in his truck, igniting the engine.
"Sup', McWhoremick." Stan joked to his best friend.
"Good morning to you too, Stanley. Did you do the chemistry homework last night?" Kenny McCormick asked in a pleasant tone.
"Yeah, and I stayed up all night doing it too. Why do you sound so cheerful?" Stan asked as he reversed out of his driveway and took off down the street.
"Bebe had a party last night." Kenny said.
"Of course she did, the night before a test. Let me guess, you got some action last night?" Stan asked with a smirk.
"You bet I did. Fifty bucks each from three different girls. The definition of desperate." Kenny said and laughed.
Stan couldn't deny it; Kenny was a massive man whore. He'd rail anything if it gave him permission. But he couldn't blame him either. Kenny's family was extremely poor and couldn't afford basic necessities. He and his older brother worked their assess off putting food on the table. Kenny used to work two jobs before he found out people would pay him for sex a couple of years ago.
"Dang, what are you gonna do with that money?" Stan asked.
"Probably buy Karen a new toy or dress or somethin' if I have any left over from paying the bills. She deserves it." Kenny said.
Karen was the baby of the McCormicks', and she was Kenny's absolute favorite thing in the whole world. When he wasn't working or partying, he'd be spending time with her since their parents didn't really care that much about bonding. Stan knew Kenny would do absolutely anything for Karen.
Stan quickly saw the school come into view and desperately wished for any reason to not go there today. At least it was Friday.
"I'll let you copy my homework, but that doesn't mean I'll let you copy my test." Stan said, pulling into the parking lot already full of students.
"Who says I'm copying your test? I know I copy off you I'll fail." Kenny joked and laughed again.
"Oh, very funny." Stan said, a little annoyed about the comment.
Stan had never been book smart, and this year kicking his tail. The best grade he had gotten all year long was a low B.
Stan pulled into his parking spot and sat in his truck, chugging the rest of his drink. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the familiar shades of pink and purple.
He turned his head, and saw her. Wendy Testaburger, the prettiest and smartest girl in the school and to him, possibly even the whole world.
His heart began thumping and he felt butterflies swarm in his stomach, the familiar nausea creeping back up on him. After so many years of knowing her, Wendy still gave him mini heart attacks.
The timing would have been perfect. With his parents gone and Shelley away all day at college and work, Stan would have the house to him practically all day. He had already planned it out so perfectly: him and Wendy would spend the afternoons studying and hanging out at his place, then finally, finally Wendy would give him some action. Stan hated to admit that sometimes he was just as horny as Kenny, but he couldn't help it. Wendy was just too beautiful and perfect.
It would have been perfect, though, if they hadn't broken up two weeks ago.
The break-up didn't really bother Stan that much until a couple days ago. Him and Wendy were always bickering, and were always splitting up. Their little fights usually included Stan doing something Wendy disagreed with, them arguing, breaking up, then getting back together about a week later.
Stan was beginning to worry Wendy actually wasn't coming back this time. He couldn't even remember what they fought about.
He watched as Wendy went on with her day, a huge smile on her face. She and Bebe, her best friend, walked into the school just as bubbly as could be. She acted as if nothing was wrong, and that's what hurt Stan. Three years of dating and they were finally over.
Stan's vision of his ex was soon blocked by a beat-up truck, with Kenny driving. The blonde smirked at his friend through the two windows blocking their view.
"Watcha lookin' at?" Kenny's voice scared Stan. He forgot he had his friend on the phone.
"Nothing. Mind your business, Kenny." Stan said as he opened his truck door, stepping out and and grabbing his backpack out of the backseat.
"Still stuck on Wendy? Dude, and I thought those girls last night were desperate." Kenny said and he came around his truck to where Stan was sulking.
"Shut up, you don't get it, Kenny." Stan said and began to walk away, but was soon followed by his friend.
"I really don't, dude. Why on earth are you still fawnin' over her? She obviously doesn't care about you or your interests. She just wants a boyfriend to boost up her popularity, and you know that." Kenny explained.
"I know... she's just so perfect, you know? She's like my other half. We've done everything together, and I don't think she wants to get back together this time.." Stan said, sadness in his voice.
"Finally. Dude, you can't go back and forth like that. Just let her go, there's plenty of fish in the sea. I know," Kenny snickered, "I probably banged them already."
"Thanks for the...um.. encouragement." Stan said.
The two sat down in the courtyard, and Stan pulled out his homework from last night. Kenny did the same along with a pencil.
"Alright, dude. Get to copying so we can fail this test later." Stan said. Kenny smiled and took the paper, writing down the hastily scribbled information.
The two sat in silence for a moment, before a presence interrupted their solitude.
"Good morning, Stan, Kenny. How are you two today?" A sickening voice the two knew all too well made them grimace.
"Good morning, Cartman." Stan sighed, wishing the overweight boy would just disappear.
Eric Cartman was the most evil and annoying person in the entire town. Stan hated to call him evil, since they were friends back in elementary school, but there was just so other word to describe him. He was just pure malicious intent.
"Stan, I just had to take notice, it seems like you're doing sooo much better ever since the breakup. I'm glad you're doing better-"
"Cut the shit, Cartman. What do you want?" Kenny interrupted.
"You both know what I want. An answer, now." Cartman whispered.
"I already told you, I'm not doing it." Stan said. "It's against the law."
"I have work. I don't have time to be running around town doing you know what." Kenny said without looking up from his paper.
"Well you sure have enough time to bang chicks." Cartman remarked. Kenny replied with his middle finger.
"We've already got a good team. Half the grade has already signed up. It's a shame we lost the goth kids before... you know." Cartman trailed off.
"Don't talk about it, I don't want to start my day like this." Stan said.
"I'll only join if you pay me twice what I make at work." Kenny said, handing Stan back his copy of the homework.
"That can be arranged." Cartman said with a devious smile.
Stan leaned over the table. "You can't be serious. You're telling me you managed to convince half our grade to be freaking vampire hunters? It's illegal!"
"So is underage drinking but you do that just fine, Stan." Cartman said.
"Shut up." Stan mumbled.
"Stan has a point. The police department said that vampire hunting is very illegal and will not be taken lightly." Kenny said.
"But if the cops aren't going to do anything, who is?" Cartman whispered a bit louder.
"That's not our issue. Like I said, I'll only join if you pay double." Kenny said.
"I'm not doing it at all." Stan said.
Cartman sighed, obviously annoyed. "Fine, whatever dudes. Miss out on all the fun."
"Why do you want to be a vampire hunter anyway?" Stan asked.
Cartman's eyes grew dark. "You know why. For Chef."
Stan immediately regretted his question. Chef's death hurt everyone. They all loved the man who cooked for them and gave them fatherly advice in elementary, all the way to high school. His death affected Cartman the most, though. He was the only father figure he'd ever had, and probably ever will.
"I'll find the vampire that took him away from me and drive a stake in their heart so fast they won't be able to think." Cartman said before standing up from the table.
The two watched him walk away. "I still can't believe he's dead. And who knows what happened to the goth kids." Kenny said.
Pete, Henrietta, Micheal, and Firkle hated vampires more than anyone in the school. Not too long after Pip's death, they went out to find him and his prosecutor, but never came back. Everyone assumed the worst.
"Are you really about to risk your life for money, Kenny?" Stan asked his friend.
"You obviously don't know what I'd do for money, Stan." Kenny stated as the bell rang, signaling the start of another horrible day.