This Quiet Little Mountain Town

Kennah, Kahl, and Dahmiahn

(My A key isn't working AAAAAAAH! It takes like five presses to make it work! Grrr!)
Two boys stood arguing next to a tree, hidden under the shade. One had curly orange hair with a green Ushanka pushed over it. The other one had unruly blonde hair stuffed into the hood of a orange parka. The boy with blonde hair had a bandage over his nose and a bloody one on his cheek. His parka was ratty and covered in patches, rips, and dried blood from both him and others. There was a steady flow of blood from his nose to his chin, crimson dripping onto his collar. His name was Kenny.
The other boy wore a similarly-colored orange zip-up turtleneck. It was also speckled with dried blood, as well as a little on his jeans and Ushanka, though his hat was kept mostly spotless. He had a tight grip on his hair with green-gloved hands, a sign of annoyance he used a lot around Kenny. His name was Kyle. 
Oh, and did I mention they were both Vampires?
The pair of friends were arguing over a stunt Kenny had recently pulled.
"Are you being serious right now, Kenny?! You could've seriously killed all of us!" Kyle said, yanking his hair.
"Psh, yeah, sure, explain how that's possible." Kenny crossed his arms.
"You almost exposed us with your stupid primal bloodlust or whatever you called it! Really, Kenny? Really? Seven kills? And on top of that, you used the old methods!" The Ginger shrieked.
"I don't see what's so bad about the old methods!" Kenny replied.
"THEY'RE ILLEGAL KENNY!" Kyle yelled. 
"Stop overreacting! It's not my fault!" Kenny rolled his eyes.
"....HOW IS IT NOT YOUR FAULT?! AND I AM NOT OVERREACTING!"
"ok, ok, i'm intervening, both of you STOP!" A third , higher pitched voice cut in. It was a boy shorter than the two with black hair. He wore a black, blood-covered turtleneck. On his neck rested an upside down cross on a chain. His fangs were longer than the others'. His name was Damien.
"Kenny, you shouldn't have killed so many people in such a short period of time, and you shouldn't have used the old methods. Kyle, stop overreacting. You're supposed to be the calm one, remember?" Damien said, trying to calm the fight. Kyle huffed and crossed his arms. Kenny did the same. They both turned away from each other. Damien rubbed his temples angrily, scraping a hand through his hair. 
"Alright, both of you stop it! I don't want to lock you in the closet again, but I will! Don't test me! I'm already in a $h!%%y mood from all the paperwork I have to do, because, may I just remind you both, of YOU Kenneth!  And Broflavski, no, don't you glare at me, I can call you what I WANT, you're acting like a f^c(!n# b!&*h! Stop being so WHINY, AND MAKE UP!" Damien exploded. Kyle and Kenny both stared at him, shocked. 
"NOW!" Damien added, stomping his foot on the ground. Kyle cast his eyes to Kenny, and they made eye contact. They sent each other a silent message with their eyes.
'This dude is crazy.' 
"...Sorry about overreacting." Kyle mumbled.
"Sorry about... the.... murder thing...." Kenny replied. Damien sighed.
"There! Was that so hard? And before you answer, it was a rhetorical question. Now, come with me. We have to go get Tweek." Damien set off down the hill. 
Kenny and Kyle exchanged another look before setting off to follow the small, temper-prone Vamp.