This is a story of Stan and Kyle; if you do not like South Park please don't read this; if you don't like Style please don't read this and no flames please. This is sort of like a Twilight South Park story but with a lot of twists and more demented. Its rated for violence; foul language and there maybe some attempted suicide; if this makes you uncomfortable I'm sorry; but if it makes you uncomfortable I will make a note a chapter before so you can skip that chapter and in the next I will recap what happened so you know but I promise you probably won't even Miss very much. I'd like to thank Sexy-Sex-Slave for encouraging me on this story! also Butters is a girl. I promise Kenny will be in the next chapter!

Stan's view: same night

I walk down the hallway; it was like everyone in the house was avoiding me like they had some kind of house wide secret that had escaped me. Dad had been keeping a mind shield around his mind so we couldn't communicate and I couldn't see his thoughts, he was obviously hiding something from me. I turn to see Bebe walking towards; just what I wanted; to see the house psychic. "Stan; we need to talk." Bebe says; I sigh. "what is it Bebe?" I ask and she pulls me down onto the couch that was randomly placed in the hallway for some Odd reason; Mom loved to sit in random places and that's why chairs and other furniture were randomly placed about the house. "your mate; she's here and your going to meet her very soon." Bebe says and I sigh. "Bebe, not tonight please? I'm not interested in hearing anything else about my mate or any mate tests. Okay?" I say and she takes a deep breath. "Stan if you don't act right with her she will leave you; I've seen it; you change your mind and my visions keep changing. Please don't make this any harder on yourself than it has to be okay?" Bebe says; smiling; she pats my shoulder and gets up; with out another word she walks away. So what if she left me? Loneliness can't you leave you for an English bastard and I was determined to stay alone forever so I couldn't get hut again. I walk further down the hallway; I just wanted to get to my room before I ran into anyone else. I didn't want to put up with anyone right now; it was bad enough everyone had a mate; everyone had their life partner; the girl I thought was mine left me for Gregory and now I'm alone there wasn't anything else to it; I was alone now and would always be alone. I highly doubt this new girl would ever love me; she will only leave me like Wendy did. I didn't want to be with any one for that reason. I walk into my room; my safe haven. I pick up a book; switch on my reading light and lay in bed and read; not ready to sleep but needing something to occupy myself with.

Kyle's view: next night:

When I wake up I'm in a room; on a couch; it smelled like mints and Sage. I oddly like the smell; I sit up and take a deep breath; inhaling the smell of the air; it smelled deliciously and made an Odd tingling sensation start up in my stomach. I look around me; the room is slightly dark but lit up enough for me to see; the walls are a blood red color; the rug is black; the trim black; the ceiling black; the bed is a California King sized bed with some draped around it; the drapes around the bed are black but the blankets and pillows are blue; purple and Silver. There's a night stand by the bed; two bookshelves full of books of all kinds; a entertainment center with a flat screen; all kinds of games and all sorts of game systems; in the corner under a window is a computer desk with a desk top; two oak wood dressers; I see double doors leading to a balcony and excitement bubbles up in me; I always wanted a balcony. I get up and stretch; my shoulders crack and I groan; even when I'm dead my bones crack? I see three doors; I walk to the first one and open it; it leads to a full bathroom which has towels; rags and soaps and stuff in it; and a vanity full of girl stuff I guess I would need for my new body. I walk to the next door; it's a walk in closet full of various clothes in different colors and styles and lots of shoes; the last door leads to a hallway. I go back into the closet; I assumed these were my clothes; I pull down a black tank top and a pair of black shorts; I pick up a pair of black combat boots; I go to my dresser get bra and panties; man it would take forever to get used to being a girl.

It took me about an hour to shower; I had to figure out how to shave my legs and everything; I figured it out after a few tries and now had no hair from the neck down. I smelled like flowers and honey now though. I dress quickly; brush my hair and go to find Randy or Sharon so they can help me out. I pass a room two doors down from me and the same sage and mints smell is coming from the room; I stand and revel in it for a minute before continuing. I hear lots of talking and followed the voices; I follow them until I end up in a big ass dining room; the whole house is at the table eating; everyone Randy had told me about was here at once; there's one seat open and it's by a boy who reminded me of Ike. "oh Kyle; your awake; just in time for dinner dear." Sharon says; getting up and rushing over to me in a motherly manner; the whole room died down and fell into silence and looked at me. I blush a little and shift uncomfortably. "come on dear; come and sit down. You must be hungry; after all you've been on liquids for three days." Sharon says. As we get closer to the table I smell mints and sage like in my bedroom and in one of the rooms I had passed on the way here. I walk up the right side of the table; I stop half way and take a deep breath; none of these people. "what is she doing?" Randy asks and Sharon shrugs; everyone is watching me. I walk around the table; taking the long way to the empty seat meant for me but I stop half way and take a deep breath still couldn't find it. I walk further up and the closer I get to my seat the more I smell the sage and the mints. I stop behind the boy sitting by the empty chair and take a deep breath; shuddering a little as the smell fills my lungs. The boy turns to me and smirks a little; like he knows what I'm going through; the tingling sensation from earlier returned but hardcore and I almost doubled over because of it. This boy was the cause of weird tingling and the smell.

Stan's view:

I watched as the ginger girl walked into the dining room; Mom got up and rushed to her side; muttering some motherly things to her and then she started leading her to the table. The girl was dressed in black shorts and a black tank top with black knee high boots; her hair left down and wavy; still damp from the shower; her green eyes sparkled; she had the face of an Angel and the body of a goddess; curves in the right way and she was a foot shorter then me so that was always nice. She walked halfway up the right side of the table and stopped; she took a deep breath; shook her head and doubled back; walking the long way to her chair by me but she stopped about halfway and took another breath. I heard Dad ask what she was doing and saw Mom shrug; I knew what she was doing; she was seeking me out by smell and for some damn reason I was drawn to her; I couldn't move or breath; and if she told my heart to jump off a cliff I'm sure the bastard would. Her smell; the smell that attracted me to her hit me hardcore the minute she stopped behind me; I wondered what she was smelling because I smelled lavender and peaches. It had drawn me into her room earlier and I had to leave before I tried to rape or molest her. "You… you…" she whispers; her voice was beautiful; like angels singing in my ears. Mom and Dad watched in some what shock as I got up from my chair; sending the poor thing all the way across the room from the speed and force I used. The ginger looked at the chair for a split second before she looked back at me; her eyes were glazed from the bonding feeling she was having for me. I totally wanted to bang her right here on the floor but I'm sure that'd be rude. Gregory got up from his chair and moved over to us; ready to introduce himself to her. She looked at the prick for half a second before she walked to my side; pressing herself into my side like a child; her arms snaked around me and her face buried into my shirt; it was a silent rejection and Gregory stalked off. My friend Cartman and his girlfriend or rather mate Butters smiled at us; well Cartman nodded; he was an ass to everyone but his mate and I since we were friends; he thought gingers sucked souls but since were all dead and our souls gone that didn't matter so he would get along with the girl. "are you hungry?" I ask; looking at the small girl who had nuzzled into my side. She looked up at me through her long black eyelashes and nodded. I helped her sit down; made her a plate then set it in front of her; I retrieved my chair and sat by her; wrapping an arm around her gently like she was made of glass. "your name is Kyle; yes?" I ask her; she looks up at me; fork half way to her mouth; she sits the fork down; not bothering to eat the food from it. "yes." She says softly. I nod and smile at her; watching her pretty much Wolf down her food then have seconds. "my name is Stan." I tell her and she nods and smiles at me.

When Kyle left the dining room I fell from cloud nine and back to my senses. What the Hell had just happened? No one here had gone through that when they found their mates; I knew that for a fact because I was here when almost everyone was mated! This whole thing was something new; something stronger and it had me hook, line and sinker without any warning. I would bend over backwards for my ginger Angel because this whole bond thing; I hated it; I resented it; I didn't want it but it was too late; way too late. Now if anything happened to her I would kill for her; if I hadn't seen her or smelled her someone could've have killed her and I would have been done with it by now. I sigh and go up to my room; I just need a few minutes to myself.