!~ BITE ME~! Kyman Vampire x Werewolf AU

*~Old Faces~*

*~ Kyle's point of view~*

Hours before

It burns, everything burns, everything feels like a fire on my skin. A fire spreads up and down my body. My gums itch with a burning to do something. My throat burns from throwing up, but at the same time, I feel cold. Spilled in a bucket is a burning puke of food that is edible. For some reason I can't digest it, it's just soup, but it tastes like death. 

It hurts to even try to eat t everything burns more, like I'm in hell fire. My hunger feels crazy, and not crazy hurting but yes it does. My true hunger feels like fire, it burns, and I feel crazy like I want to drink some blood. WHY why did I think that why do I think that? I"M FUCKED I FEEL FUCKING INSANE.

No matter how many times I touch my skin, no matter how much it feels like it burns, it feels as if new winter. My heart slowed like hibernation, not beating blood not flowing. My eyes feel cold but fresh, but only when I block my body from the sun. I feel like I'm buried in snow constantly cold but burning like lava no matter in any way.

Something is wrong I don't know what, everything is strange. Everything is changing and I can't control it. I feel alive but buried six feet under at the same time.

I also feel insane, I keep having fantasies of, eating human blood. Every time I feel weaker it's harder to do more than anything but just sit here. I just want to take my teeth, which I don't even know how to do but sink them into someone. I want to feel not hot, nor cold, I want to feel warmth that only comes from human blood. Wait... why am I thinking like this... I don't understand. I KNOW THAT, Why do I keep... THINKInG the taste of beauty on my tongue, the only thing that will heal me, a crimson beauty. NO NO NO 

Stop  STOP It hurts. I pull my hair  I feel as if ripping it out. I need to relieve some pain but, my hands stop, they hurt from just tugging it. My hands shaking, in fear for my mind, I don't want to be crazy. I stand up to look in the mirror, and while I do I take a photo of myself that was taken a month ago. I stand up and look at the picture compared to my reflection.

Before I was your average-looking teenager, I was lanky and had a couple of pimples here and there. Had eye bags, even a bit of a cracky voice here and there. Now when I look at the photo I can barely recognize myself anymore. I was gorgeous, not to be consumed by my looks. I was perfect in every way, every angle you could look, I looked as if a model.

For some reason I'm not happy, I rather have my old face, the imperfect one. I just don't feel right I don't feel like Kyle Broflovski, I feel like someone else. I don't even feel human in a way, especially with my thoughts of hurting someone.

When I looked at the photo I felt something sharp in my mouth, it was expanding as well. When I looked back in the mirror long, snake-like fangs were growing in my mouth. They were bony, the sharpest thing I've ever seen. I screamed at the sight of them forcefully slamming me into my bed at the horror.

My parents ran up the stairs but I hastily locked the door.

" What's wrong bubblah," My mother called through the door.

" Yes what is wrong Kyle," My father said.

I tried to calm myself down, from the horror I saw in the mirror.

" I had a nightmare, I just woke up," I called back.

" It's 6'o clock, did you just wake up?"

Shit... since I covered the curtains I haven't been able to see how late it is. Also, I just haven't been checking my clock, too nervous to do anything, knowing my new fantasies. I looked over, I would have sweat on my borrow if I could I then mumbled.