Pensamientos (short stories)

I'm Dead (Natisoliverse?AU)

* Also unedited :) 

Kylan

Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to tell her that I was a vampire? I mean seriously, I dropped more and more hints every day, but she was just staring to think that I was an advanced edge lord more than anything else.

The thing was, I couldn't expressly tell anyone that I was a vampire. I physically could not. The words would dry in my mouth like tasteless sand and come out as empty clouds of wordless air, devoid of any meaning.

But if she figured it out then no harm no foul, I could talk freely with her about it, because well, she'd know! But the point was I couldn't say it.

It was really getting frustrating around the time me and my friends (the super six, as Mare had so cutely named us) were breaking into our school to get everything set right.

The six of us, rebels with a cause, were tired of watching all the same kids win everything just because the elections were a popularity contest! And sure, we were sometimes included in those "kids who won everything", but that was the point! Look at us! We were hardly qualified for anything!

Well, Logan was actually a reasonable choice for Male Athletics representative, and Grace definitely deserved Community rep because obviously— Disney Princess, but Mare decided she didn't even want cheer representative, because it turned out that "The Angels" weren't very much angels at all, and she was Cheer Rep last time, and it was awful.

So yes. We were breaking into our school.

And step one was at the back gate.

Now, I could rip off the gate, but that was a sure fire way to get us caught, so, courtesy of Logan's rich people perks, I took the high tech lock pick set and got to work.

"Querido?" Mare shone the flashlight over the lock as I got to work, while Andrace worked on temporarily disabling the security cameras to show stills and Lolaska were making calls to have alibis set up and patrols temporarily redirected until we could get inside. "When did you learn to pick a lock?"

I pulled the pick from my teeth and looked up at her, wiggling the "L" rake in my left hand. "I think it was sometime around the Middle Ages?" I honestly wasn't quite sure. When was the whole "V" for vendetta thing again? Maybe it was the Renaissance. I wasn't very good with remembering specific dates. All I know is, if Fawkes listened to me for half a second, the "Failed Gunpowder Plot of 1605" wouldn't have been failed. But hey, why am I holding a grudge, he's been dead for  well over 400 years.

Marelyn just laughed. "Oh, alright," she shook her head a bit. "I won't pry then."

I sighed and twisted the lock, tucking the picks away. Not like I could get her to believe me anyway.

She wrapped an arm around my waist and winked up at me for a moment and I smiled, despite the fact that attempt 3,000 at getting Mare to find out I'm immortal  had just failed. She looked over at Andres, who was was holding the iPad up for Grace, so she could freeze the security cameras for us. "Ky got the lock, how are we doing with the cameras?"

Fun fact, Ryder Tech did the security for the entire school. Hence the alibis, as if we somehow got caught (though I'd we do our jobs right it'd be like nothing ever happened) Logan would, for obvious reasons, be suspect number one.