A/N: I do hope to continue my other kyman fic 'home' but some depressing shit happened in my life that kind of made me need to write a new kind of fic to cheer me up. So sorry, but I'm focusing on this one right now, just kind of need to leave everything resembling reality. So.. Vampires it is. :)

Three years ago the town of south park took a dramatic turn for the worse. It had always seemed like strange things are drawn here, in fact I remember growing up in this town and watching it be rebuilt nearly every month. But these days things were even more insane. Things happen so quickly one after the next, that there never seems to be time to figure out what happened, or even really recuperate from it.
Most of the South Park residence moved out when things started getting really bad. Out of the kids that I knew in grade school, only Kenny, Clyde, Timmy, Kevin, the goth kids, Wendy and Bebe were still in town. Oh, and mr. Marsh still lives here, so I get to see Stan every once and a while.
Everyone else either moved away, or mysteriously disappeared.
I sighed as I looked out the window of the local bookstore. My mom helped me get a job here when shit started getting rough around here. She said it would be a good place for me to soak up some etiquette. Honestly I think she's scared I'll end up joining a gang and running away from home. That's where they say all these missing people are; some cultic gang recruiting members and keeping them from contacting their families. I don't know if I buy it, though. I don't think Butters or Tweak would be the kind of people a gang would try to recruit. Cartman, I can see, but even still, he left without a word to his mom and without even bragging about anything to me.
After the second week of not seeing Cartman I went to his house. His mom seemed really upset, but she let me take a look around his room. She said she hadn't touched it since he left.
Up until that point I had thought we had some insane serial killer in town, that all these missing people were dead, but as I looked around his room I noticed a few missing key items. The first was a picture of the four of us all dressed up for homecoming freshmen year; before shit got crazy. Cartman had kept it framed on his desk ever since, but now there was just an imprint in the dust. The second thing missing was Clyde Frog. In grade school he tried to get rid of it dramatically-even got him a nice casket-but one day in seventh grade we came over, and there it was, all re-stitched. I made fun of him for it, but honestly I mostly just thought it was cute. And the last missing item was a chain with a golden swastika hung on it. Of course if Cartman left he wouldn't leave that behind.
As I gazed out the window, remembering all the little clues I've tried to piece together in the two years since he disappeared, droplets of rain began to beat against the glass.

"Kyle? Are you still here? Curfew starts in half an hour." mrs Donavan frowned. She was my boss, as well as my mom's personal spy. I never thought they were close, but with South Park going to hell, I guess everyone left kind of banded together.

"Yeah, I just wanted to finish shelving the mangas before I left." I shrug. She put her hands on her hips and 'tsk'ed at me.

"Run on home, you know how dangerous it can be after dark." the morbid joke among the younger residents is that South Park has vampires, but with all the loved ones gone missing, it's best kept to whispers.

I walked home with the setting sun against my back. No one had actually seen whatever dangers caused this curfew, and no bodies were ever found. But the screams at night echo throughout the town and in the morning there's just one more missing person.
A chill ran down my spine as I felt someone watching me... No, it's just my imagination. I won't be the next to disappear. I quickened my pace, not daring to look behind me. It's probably just someone else rushing home before curfew.
The sun seems to set at an impossibly quick rate, and my heart is pounding in my chest. Why was I getting so worked up? I had cut it close to curfew a few different times, and all I worried about then was what my mom would say.
The sense of eyes on me was too strong. I look over my shoulder, freezing when I see the figure watching me. It was too dark to make out any features, but he was tall, broad, and held a cigarette in his left hand. He's still about twenty feet away, but I'm frozen. His head cocks to the side as he points his cigarette at me. Some small part of me is still lucid, telling me to run home, but I can't seem to move. I'm caught somewhere between terrified and mystified, and all I can do is stare. Suddenly there's a loud growl from behind me. I hear myself whimper, but still I'm frozen. The figure in front of me seems to turn to shadow or smoke. I must be dreaming. I watch the smoke pass me, and see the beast behind me, ready to strike. Then out of the smoke my stalker attacked. I blinked rain drops away from my eyes as I watched the two fight inhumanly before me. It was so dark now, I could barely tell if they were still there, or if they had been there at all. But then there was a screech, like a dying wolf. Was that what that was? Lightning flashes across the sky, lighting up the scene before me. Laying on the pavement was undoubtably a mauled werewolf, and standing over him, covered in blood from the lips down, was my stalker, my savior; a savage Eric Cartman.

"I knew you were alive." I told him, shouting over the pounding rain. I walked closer to him, but with every step I took forward, he took one back.

"Don't." he growled.

"Cartman, what happened to you?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes from his own glowing ones. I know his eyes have always been a sort of golden color, but they never use to catch the light so powerfully. We stared at each other, just standing in the night's rain. He didn't speak for a long time.

"Everything's changed, Kyle." he finally yells back.

"I know." I risked taking another step forward, this time he didn't move back, but just grinned with blood stained teeth.

"Do you? Do you know about these?" he asked, kicking the large corpse. I froze.

"There's rumors." I reply lamely.

"Would you like to learn the truth?" he asked, taking a step forward. I could barely breathe, my world lost in those glowing golden eyes.

"Would you share it with me?" I asked doubtfully. My mind had abandoned me the moment I first felt his eyes on me, and I felt in a deep dream state. Was any of this real? Was I really talking to Cartman after two years of wondering where he's been? He seems to float towards me, until I'm looking straight up into his gleaming eyes.

"Would you like me to?" I definitely must be dreaming. His hands move to my hips, and I find my hands moving to his chest. This wasn't normal. Cartman and I were rivals... Well... Frienemies... And sure, I had kind of a crush on him, but this shouldn't be happening.

"Am I dreaming?" I ask, running my fingers over the golden swastika around his neck. He chuckles gruffly as he leans down into my hair. I can't help but melt into his arms as he kisses my neck gently.

"No Kahl. I'm finally here." he pulls away, and I can only stare at him in confusion. Glowing, pulsing, entrancing eyes meet my gaze.

"Kyle I need you to do something for me. I need you to go home and pack anything that's sentimentally valuable. And also your computer and Xbox. I'll be waiting for you outside." he instructed. Again I felt as if in a dream, simply watching the events play out. I nodded, and he faded into black smoke.

I walked home in a haze. Unable to really even think. All I knew was that if that was real, than I had to pack. I had had to see him again. The house was quiet when I walked in. I tried not to disturb it. Slowly I creaked my way up the stairs and into my room. I emptied out my backpack, grabbing my Xbox and laptop first. Then my camera, which has a memory card that can only hold like two more pictures. Next I pull a shoebox out from under my bed. It has all the small trinkets and reminders of the adventures me and the guys use to go on when we were kids. It was the most important thing that I own. And last, the pictures I kept taped on my wall. Some were of family, most were of friends, and my favorite was one that Kenny took on homecoming of me an Cartman. We're not facing each other, in fact I think we're talking to different groups of people, but still, we're both dressed up, and both smiling. I slipped it in the shoebox before packing it all in the backpack, and sneaking back outside.
He was waiting for me in the middle of the street. I suppose with curfew it doesn't really matter. When I got close enough, he took the backpack off my shoulders and set it on the ground, wraping his arms around me. I relaxed into him as he kissed my neck softly.

"Let's go home Kyle. And then I can show you my world."