The Vampire Kyle (Kyle X Reader)

Immortality

After Kyle's secret had been revealed, the two of you went to Bucca di Faggoncini, a shitty Italian restaurant that happened to be open.

"So what's with the red eyes? I noticed they turned that color when we first kissed. Does that happen when you're...hungry? There wasn't that much blood."

Kyle blushed, "Yeah, it also kinda happens when I get a little...uh, excited."

An awkward silence fell over the table.

He tries to salvage the conversation. "But from that night you must have noticed that I can fly too."

"I was wondering how you disappeared so fast. How does that work? Do you turn into a bat or something?"

"Well, it's a little more like floating and soaring, but I can shapeshift, just not into a bat."

"Oh? Into what then?"

Kyle looked as if he had just accidentally backed himself into a corner. "So far, just a cat."

"Oh god, were you the little orange cat that's been stopping by?"

"Yes. But I swear I didn't do anything or see anything! I just missed you...and it was too early in the friendship to tell you."

Your heart melts and you place your hand over his, eliciting a smile from him.

"Why are you always wearing that hat? Is it a vampire thing? Don't get me wrong, I think it's super cute, but even indoors you keep it on..."

"It is. All of that stuff I just mentioned, I can't always control it when my hair is down. And I'm not keen on the idea of turning into a cat during gym class or hitting my head on the ceiling so I like to keep it on."

You nod and purse your lips, "Makes sense, I don't think I'd want that for myself either."

He laughed, "I'd kill to see you try to fly for the first time."

"What do you mean?"

"You're already so clumsy, I can only imagine you'd be the same in the sky too. I can just picture you bumping into a cell tower!"

"Very funny. Keep it up and I'll put a cat sweater on you the next time you come to visit my window."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh yes I would."

The waitress interrupted the two of you with a heavy sigh and strung her words together as if she had already said them a thousand times today. "Vita Bella, Welcome to Bucca di Faggoncini what can I get for you?"

"I'll have the (your fav 'Italian' dish) please."

"And for you sir?"

Kyle waved his hand, "Oh no, I'm good thank you."

She rolled her eyes and went back to the kitchen.

"So you don't eat food then?"

"Can't process it. All it'll do is come back up."

"Gross."

"No, what's gross is your (fav 'Italian' dish)."

"Damn, I can't imagine never being able to eat (your fav treat) again." You say shaking your head.

"Oh, I've had that before, it used to be one of my favorites."

"I thought you couldn't have stuff like that?"

"For the first eight years of my life, I was totally normal. After I lost my baby teeth and my fangs grew in, my body changed, and in turn, so did my dietary needs."

Cartman's head suddenly pops up from the booth behind you and he throws a head of garlic right at Kyle's shoulder, "Take that Jew-pire!"

You could tell by the lack of notes in his hand that he hadn't heard any of the previous conversations.

"Ow! You motherfucker!" Kyle rubbed his shoulder, "That fucking hurt!"

"Does it? Does it hurt Kyal? Does it burn your creepy ginger flesh?"

"No dipshit you threw a blunt object at me."

Kyle picks up the garlic and throws it back at Cartman, hitting him in the face. He squeals, waddling out the door and calling for his 'myam'.

Kyle moved some of his hair away from his face trying to compose himself, "Sorry about him."

"Nah, it's okay I'm used to it. He's always bothering me in class trying to get your 'vampire secrets' out of me."

"You won't...right?"

"Kyle! I should throw a piece of garlic at you too for even thinking that! I'm many things but I'm not a snitch."

He smiles softly feeling a little more reassured.

"If garlic doesn't harm you, what does?"

He raised a suspicious eyebrow. "And you want to know this why?"

You roll your eyes, "I'm just asking a question, like I said before, there's little information on Estries. I pinky promise I won't do whatever it is."

He laughs, "I know, I was just teasing you."

"None of that stuff in the movies is right. I can't really be harmed any different than you could. My real risk is being exposed. I'm basically human, just with specific tastes and shapeshifting and gravity-defying abilities. But other than that, I'm the all-American boy next door."

He looked around the restaurant and leaned in a little closer to you lowering his voice.

"But I can come back from the dead. The only way to truly make sure I'm gone is to pack my mouth with dirt and cut off my head."

You wince at the thought.

...

"So you can live forever then?"

The two of you sit in his basement listening to (your fav slow romantic song) on vinyl.

"I have the capability, yes. But I don't think I will."

"Why not?"

"When Ike, Stan, my parents, and You pass on, there would be no more reason to stay alive."

His blunt statement was so morbid and poetic that you weren't sure how to respond. You didn't like to think about Kyle dying, especially what would have to be done in order for him to stay dead.

"You could always make new friends. Forever is a long time to find someone else to be with."

He looks into your eyes and holds your hand, "I don't want anyone else."

Goosebumps prickle your skin and your stomach fills with butterflies. It was a moment you wanted to last forever.

"Why don't you turn me?"

He looks away.

"I can't. It's more of a curse. Estries are normally women and the only reason I am what I am is that a curse was put on our family by one. It only affects firstborn sons at random."

"So you're saying the only way to make an Estrie is to have babies?"

You smirk at him, "I guess we'll have to practice."

His face turns impossibly red as he stumbles over his words.

"I-I don't know how. I mean I know I just- It's just... I've never done this before."

"Relax, I'll show you."

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