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Fourth Floor Common Room | Evening | Monday | June 27

It was nice to be back in the dorms where there were walls and doors and bed that he didn't nearly roll off of every single goddamn morning. It was nice to be able to go down the hall and flop down on a comfortable sofa instead of sitting his ass down on a log and risking splinters in that unpadded area. Yes, he had a flat ass, what of it? It came with the skinniness.

In Nathan's opinion, dorms were much better than cabins and, to him, his opinion was gospel. The telly was on but Nathan wasn't really paying attention to the dill, boring drone of the news. He'd gotten an interesting text from Kelly telling him about their new probation worker (called Shaun, apparently) and how he hadn't tried to kill anyone yet. Sally was still missing in action, apparently. Nathan texted Kelly to ask Simon about that because he had the sneaking suspicion that the little pervert was keeping her in his closet but Kelly just told him to shut the fuck up and be nice.

Nathan scoffed at that text and was now trying to get Kelly to admit she missed him. It wasn't going well. And eventually, he got bored and start channel surfing while he waited for Kelly to stop being such a fucking stick in the mud.

"God, I should just read a book if this shit is all the choice I have to watch," he muttered and made a face as he kept flipping channels.

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"You totally are," she said, shaking her head at his story. "But I guess I would totally pick school over community service if I had to choose. Especially this school." What with it being borderline fake to her with most classes. "I bet Kelly's jealous."

"Kelly just misses me," Nathan said, taking advantage of Kelly not being there to put words into her mouth. "Didn't you get a sense of the intense attraction we had to each other at my funeral?"

No, Nathan wasn't thinking that there were other things on people's minds there. Look, he was a self centered asshole.

"Oh yeah, she was totally wrapped up in wanting to jump your corpse," Caroline answered, making a face. "I think I was the only one who managed to stay composed for the whole thing. And that was only because I turned off my emotion and before you ask, yes, Nathan, I was upset enough that you died that I had to shut down."

"You...turned off your emotions?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "You know, I've seen you naked and I don't remember seeing an off/on/evil switch on your back. Did you have one installed in the last few months? Please tell me you're a fucking vampire cyborg now. That'd be awesome."

He was getting off track, yeah, but the question about her emotions was sincere, at least. That sounded pretty cool.

"I'm exactly the same," she assured him with a roll of her eyes. "No robotic parts or creepy third eyes. I've always been able to flip my emotions on and off like a switch, I just never felt bad enough to do it before." That would be when she tossed a pillow at his head. "So don't die for real again, okay?"

"I didn't mean to die the first time!" Nathan exclaimed, letting the pillow bounce off his head and fall harmlessly to the ground. "I fell off a roof, trying to save my friends from a cardigan wearing cult! They were wearing cardigans, Caroline! Cardigans! Clearly, that called for extreme measures."

Her nose crinkled at the thought. "I so thought the UK was supposed to be all ahead of us in terms of fashion. Didn't cardigans die for everyone but like, Mister Rogers back in the 80s? Of course, I never assumed wearing a cardigan would make you dangerous, but seriously? Cardigan cults?"

"The chick that was in charge, she had a power where she could convince everyone to get all virtuous and shit with just the sound of her voice," Nathan said and shuddered at the thought. "She fucking did that to Kelly and Kelly ended up in a cardigan, a skirt down to her ankles and a headband. I really wanted to just puke but instead, I saved everyone!"

And then died.

"Ew, sounds like serious compulsion abuse. It's good you saved the day," she said, looking at him oddly because he seemed to expect her to doubt the truth. "I cannot even imagine what all these girls thought when they finally saw what they were wearing."

"Yeah, I wish I'd been alive for that," Nathan said and actually meant that. "I was kind of on the fence then. Word of advice, don't ever land on a fucking fence."

He rubbed his chest and gave his still beating heart a few pats. "The, uh, chick with the voice kind of died too. We both lost our balance on the roof and she ended up on the ground. She was bad guy though. Her dying doesn't mean I killed a puppy somewhere."

Caroline smiled wryly. "I guess her being bad means it wasn't murder, right?" Caroline didn't think she could lump him in her own category of recovering murderers.

"I think I'd call it more self defense than murder." Murder was probably what they'd done to the probation worker. Ahem. "I mean, I did pull a gun on her and threaten to kill her but I didn't actually do it!"

And the pistol was filled with water but that didn't sound as badass.

"And the police didn't call it anything since you were both dead. You so got off easy with this power thing of yours. I might be a little jealous." But only a little.

"Well, the power's pretty fucking sweet. It's strictly top level, man," Nathan said, pleased with himself. "But I seriously had to go through some shit to get there. Everyone else got their powers like as soon as the storm ended. I had to die and get buried alive to get mine. Where's the fucking justice in that? Couldn't the Magical Power Giver put something in my Christmas stocking or something?"

Even if he'd had to die to get it, Nathan was still stoked about the power. He was even more stoked that it wasn't Jeremy's power.

"You should be jealous," Nathan added, grinning. "I'm an epic example of a powered up human being. I'm amazing."

"But I could still break your hand arm wrestling," Caroline pointed out. "So it's only really useful if someone kills you, which is kind of twisted given even I spend like, all my time avoiding killing people." And given she was a vampire, Caroline thought that was kind of a big deal.

"I've been working out though," Nathan said and flexed a bicep, showing off...absolutely nothing. His arms were as skinny as they ever were. "Don't diss my power, Caroline. I'll have to start making fun of vampires and I've got a sharp, smart tongue when it comes to insults."

"Ooh, you have vampire jokes you've been storing up? Let's hear 'em. Then I can see just how strong those awesome biceps of yours are." Her smirk should verify she was teasing, just in case he was concerned she would actually hurt him.

"Oh, you want the jokes? You want the jokes? Okay, yeah, I can give you the jokes," Nathan decided, nodding. "See now, you're the first vampire I've known which has maybe spoiled me for all future vampires but hey, I gotta wonder, does all that blood go right through you? I mean, if I drink gallons of water, I'll have to take a piss like whoa. Does that happen to you? I bet it happens to you. Bet that's no fun when you're out hunting for Fluffy. Gotta stop and drop the drawers because dinner is just going right through you! How embarrassing."

Caroline laughed. "Yeah, I don't actually piss blood. And if I drink gallons of water it totally goes right through me, but not the blood. Never have I ever had a bad bag of freshly squeezed people." Look at her giving him reason to be grossed out. "All blood is good blood."

"What if you get poisoned blood?" Nathan asked curiously. "Can blood be poisoned or would you be able to sniff that shit out before you put a straw in the bag and started sipping like it was a margarita?"

"I don't know," she said, actually thinking about it. "Like, if it was spiked with vervain, it would tear up my mouth and throat and I'd probably pass out if I got too much of it. But if it was just like, people poison? Huh, I don't know. You don't have poison, do you?"

"What do you consider poison?" Nathan wondered because he had drugs (though they were well hidden) but it wasn't like he was one to go around, drugging girls either. "Why the fuck would I poison you even if I did have poison? Have you left everything to me in your will thus giving me a reason to poison you and take all your money?"

He wasn't serious, don't worry.

"I don't know, stuff with that Mr. Yuck all over the bottle," she said, remembering back to fifth grade and learning how to call poison control during the first aid unit. "And I wasn't accusing you of trying to poison me, what with not having a will or any of my own money. I'm just curious now."

"I don't tend to carry poison around with me," Nathan assured her, shrugging. "If I get drunk one night, I don't wanna accidentally drink dish soap or battery fluid or hairspray. Granted, I'd just puke all over the place, shit myself, die and come back but it'd be a gross experience."

Could you drink hairspray? Nathan didn't know. "You should have a will." He didn't know why. "And no, not because I'm gonna fucking poison your blood. I'm too afraid of spilling that shit on my clothes and just leaving a huge, red stain."

"It's surprisingly easy to get out of clothes with the right detergent," she shared, having a lot of experience as a messy eater. "But I have no need for a will. I'm already dead. When vampires die, no one cares. There's never a funeral and definitely not a will reading. Just like if you died a second time. Or fifth time. Do you have like, a certain number of deaths? Like the nine lives of a cat?"

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