"Agh- W-what did you d-do to me?" I hissed grabbing my neck; a burning pain surrounded it. Kenny backed away, blood dripping of his dingy orange parka. He had a different look to him then earlier in the day. During class he had a soft kind look in his eyes, but now his eyes were full of hunger and determination.

"Sorry." He slurred, his jacket covering his mouth. "But your pretty tasty." Then Kennys figure started to run towards Stark's pond. I decided against running after him; I didn't want to get lost. The pain got worst and I dropped to my feet, the fresh snow made my jeans soaked. My green button up barely shedding from the cold wind; from the fact I messed up most of the buttons.

I take my hand off my neck, the warm red liquid dripping off of my hand and into the white snow.

"Shit." I heard from behind me. I stand up fast incase I had to run, didn't want to get kidnaped again, which was a bad idea because the blood rush made me black out.

"I'm gonna kill McCormick one of these days." A voice mumbled walking me up. I open my eyes to a dark living room. A light colored couch and a matching love seat were across from each other and a almost unseeable black coffee table sat in between them. Looked like a tv was planted on the wall from the different color of the wall; with a staircase in the back leading up. I was on the loveseat with a warm dark blanket over my tiny body. The owner of the voice was on the couch laying back starring at the firework ceiling talking to himself. He must've carried me back to his house.

He all of a sudden spoke up. "So sleeping beauty joins us once again." His voice laughs, it was a low voice with the effect of "dont care."

"W-what? -GAH." I asked, my stupid twitching acting up.

"Nothing." He hummed. "What's your name?"

"T-tweek Tweak. P-please don't a-ask." I stuttered.

"Alright Tweek. The names Craig Tucker." He smiled getting up and walking toward me, sitting next to me on the loveseat.

"Ack-Agh- to much p-pressure" my hands grabbed my poor hair and gave myself a bad hair day look.

"Okay." Craig stretched. "How's the bite? It's not bleeding or anything?" He asked looking at my neck.

"B-bite?"

"Yes bite. You know that little sucker on your neck from Mc-whore-mick."

"H-he bit me? S-So that was my b-blood on his jacket? And- GAH! h-he said I was t-tasty."

"What-I-say? He's a Mc-whore-mick. It's what they do." He laughed. I just sat their twitching. "Any who- that'll be sore the next couple days but you'll live."

"W-why did he b-bit me?" I asked. Craig got quite, his eyes looked like they were starring at my neck making me feel very nervous. He had that hungry look in them that Kenny had; before he bit me and drank my blood.

"Who knows. Midnight treat maybe?" His voice cracked as he got up. Craig walked towards the kitchen and grabbed something outta a frigate. It sounded like a liquid and he pored it into two glasses. "Come on into the kitchen." I slowly stood up and very sloth like joined him in the other room.

"Woah." I stood in the entrance of the kitchen; seeing Craig for the first time in real light. He had midnight black hair covered by a blue hat with strings. He was a few inches taller then me and better built. He had on a pair of ripped blue jeans and a gray NASA short sleeve shirt.

"Like what you see?" He laughs.

"W-what n-no." I blushed.

"Relax. I'm messing with you." Craig grabs the cups almost filled with a red thick liquid and brings them to the island. "Now I don't want you to drink this. Yet. Just sniff."

"Why?"

"Because it'll be bad if you drink it before your body is ready for it." He simply stated drinking a few sips of his. I take a sniff. The drink had a strong smell of iron to it.

"B-blood?" I twitched.

"Bunny." Craig answered. A bit of blood dripping down the side of his mouth. I started to look around the kitchen as my ADD kicked in. It was a nice size room. Had a stainless steal refrigerator, microwave, oven, and dishwasher. Dark cabinets and a light marble countertop. My thoughts drifted to Craig. "Any other questions?"

"Am I a vampire?"

He sighed. "Yes."

"Why do you hate Kenny?" I mumbled as I wondered around.

"Because of Mc-whore-mick I'm..." he dramatically waved his hands around his body.
"the way I am. He made me feel like the only person in the world. Turned me into a blood-sucker then left me for all entirety." He laughs. "Man was I fooled by him. So, Tweek what's your story."

"GAH- he just was showing me around town, and we lost count of time. Then h-he bit me."

Craig starred at me like I had two heads. "Was it a hit?" He mumbles to himself,  then slowly walks toward me. "Could see it again?" He asked. I shrugged and turned my head away from the bite. "It's close to the heart, would've bleed out in an hour without proper care. Less in this weather." He goes on mumbling.

"A-and what does that m-mean for m-me?" I twitched as his fingers brush the bite mark.

"Well, that means your a target."

(So let me know if you like this and I will make a part two. )