Mountain Town (REWRITE)

Untitled Part 1

Two vampires stood under a tree that loomed over a hill, partially in the shade. A third vampire watched the two from the bottom of the hill, watching with crossed arms and ready to intervene if the argument got bad enough. One could never tell with the two that stood arguing at the top of the hill. They were two completely different forces, each just as powerful as the other. Most of the time, they could overpower the third easily, but if the correct situation arose he could put his foot down. This was probably going to become one of those situations.

One of the boys, Kyle Broflovski, was the youngest of the three. He had curly orange hair like waves of fire that he usually hid under a green ushanka and striking green eyes that seemed to sparkle when he smiled. The usually pristine, clean orange jacket he always sported was ripped and bloodied, much to his obvious dismay, from intervening in a fight between the second male and someone else earlier that same day. He was screaming, in every sense of the word, at the second male. Despite his short stature, he was intimidating, cursing like a sailor at the other.

The second boy, the much taller of the three and the second youngest, was Kenneth McCormick. At 6'5, he towered over the other two. His ratty, untamed blonde hair was shoved under the hood of a ratty, ripped, bloodstained parka. The parka was unzipped, showing off his Hooters shirt. There was a steady stream of maroon blood that trickled from his nostril, over his lips, and dripping down onto his collar. His teeth were stained and smudged with dirt and blood. He was blocking and twisting around Kyle's insults and berations without much difficulty, having done this time and time again.

Kenny was an argument-veteran, getting into fights and altercations almost every day. He was smiling dryly as he listened to the furious ginger squeak like an angry pomeranian, hands crammed uncomfortably into the pockets of his highlighter-orange parka.
After a moment, he tuned back into what Kyle was saying.
"You're such a fucking bother, Kenny! You endangered our entire fucking society, and for what? The dirtied, polluted blood of some goddamned humans- UGH! I can not BELIEVE you!" Kyle was getting increasingly more and more angered. He huffed, trying to catch his breath, and pushed the sweat-damp hair out of his eyes.

Kenny was unfazed, looking Kyle over with an unamused huff. Kyle hated that look. It was like Kenny was trying to slice him in half with his fucking ugly diamond blue eyes. Speaking of eyes, there was a malicious glint in his orbs that Kyle knew all too well.

"Hmmph. I don't see what's so bad about a few human lives being lost. They're a subspecies; they don't deserve the compassion of sparing them." Another thing; Kenny was an avid human-hater. He was the type of vampire that believed that the humans were like dogs or cats; a less-intelligent, clumsy animal.

"Oh, lay off it!" Kyle snapped back. "You're a subspecies!" Kenny pouted mockingly. "Ooh, that hurts, Broflovski." He whined. Kyle growled and started to roll up his sleeves. "That's it!" A squeaky voice said angrily. The third male, Damien Thorn, was stomping up the hill towards the other two. Damien was the shortest of the three, only standing at 5'4, but he was also the oldest. Damien was the son of Satan, the king of the vampires. The sleeves of his black turtleneck were rolled up, as he had pushed them up a few minutes ago when sensing a fight brewing between the two younger vampires. "Both of you need to fucking stop!" Damien grabbed Kyle's wrists, tugged them back down, and shoved him backwards, creating more space between him and Kenny. The short male turned around and looked between the fighting males. "Kenneth, fucking ascolta. Even if you don't agree with humans being off limits, you need to segui le regole! Kyle, you need to calm your fucking tits and take a goddamn chill pill!" He hissed. Kenny growled at him, baring his teeth at the older male. "Don't you fucking snarl at me, Kenneth!" Damien barked back, clenching his fists. Kenny and Kyle made eye contact before looking away from each other with crossed arms. Damien was outraged. Despite his brash, uncouth nature, his end goal was just for his friends to get along. He hated when they fought, because he was always somehow dragged into it, whether he was forced to take sides or had to break up an argument. "Oh, god damn it! Do I have to lock you two in the closet again? I don't want to, but I will!" He threatened. "My fucking father is being Insopportabile because of all the paperwork he has to do all because of you, Kenneth!" He sighed and pushed his hair out of his face, slumping his shoulders in defeat. His father had been closed off lately, even more so than usual. "Shit Damien, you okay?" Kenny asked, raising an eyebrow. He was an asshole, but he cared for his friends on occasion. "Sto bene. Now, are you two done fighting?" Kyle sighed, uncrossed his arms, and nodded. Eventually, Kenny did the same. "Buona. Now, follow me. We need to find Tweek."