Kurt stared out the window of his home and smiled, it felt nice to have a home again. Kurt and Mercedes had remained friends ever since they had met, and had grown impossibly close. Mercedes and Kurt, they had found, had made quite a team. Between the two of them, they were living very comfortably in a small rancher. They didn't need an expensive home, seeing as they really didn't spend much time there anyways, and as long as Kurt was with Mercedes, they didn't really care where they were.
"Cedes! Come out here!" Kurt called.
"One second love," Mercedes called back from the kitchen where she was currently making chocolate chip cookies. Just because vampires didn't need to eat human food didn't mean they didn't. After all, who doesn't love a good cookie? Kurt's ears heard the squeak of the oven door as it closed even on the other side of the small house. A second later, Mercedes appeared at his side. Kurt turned to her,
"I've decided what persona I'd like to do," Kurt had been toying with the idea of changing his personality up for a while now, as Kurt found that even with Mercedes, his life lacked excitement. Mercedes smiled, waiting patiently.
"I've decided I'm going to be a bit of a hooligan… A bad boy if you will," Kurt finished with a smirk. Mercedes lifted an eyebrow.
"You want to go to jail or something white boy? I don't know how much excitement you'll have there…"
"No! Orange is not my colour. There's actually a reform boarding school called Dalton Academy, and I've been thinking I'd like to go there, perhaps."
"Boarding school? You mean you'd live there?" Mercedes asked slowly.
"Yes, 'Cedes. I'd miss you terribly, but I really want to do this!" Mercedes paused for a second. She sighed.
"Alright. This gives me an opportunity I've been waiting for. You see, Kurt, I've been feeling a tad bored myself. I think I'd like to travel for a year or so, maybe. So you can go do your Dalton bad-boy thing, and I'll travel the world… But! Wait! We need to have cellphones, cause I simply cannot go a year without at least hearing from you babe!" Kurt smiled. Excellent. The school year had just started.
"When do we start?" Kurt said with a grin.
"I was thinking I could leave in a week or so?"
Getting into Dalton Academy was harder than Kurt had originally thought. Any crime too serious, and it would be off to jail, and that just wouldn't do. After a day of thought, Kurt had decided on grand theft auto. Kurt had also been thinking, lately he was sporting curly blonde locks with dark brown eyes.
"Hey 'Cedes!" Kurt called. Mercedes head appeared in the bathroom doorway.
"Yes?" Kurt paused a moment.
"Do you… do you think I could go back to my original appearance? Do you think there's any chance of anybody noticing me?" Kurt asked quietly.
Mercedes put her arms around the pale boy.
"Kurt honey, it's been almost two hundred years… I think you'll be fine. You just need to contact Jesse about getting all your documents in order." Jesse was the vamp Kurt and Mercedes had been going to for over a century to make birth certificates, licenses, among other things.
"Have you decided what crime you'll commit yet?" Mercedes asked with a smile.
"Er, yeah. I was thinking grand theft auto, maybe," Kurt looked up.
"Oh, you naughty boy," Mercedes winked.
"Are you all packed?"
"Yeah, flight leaves at 8:00am. What do you want to do tonight?" Kurt thought for a moment.
"Let's hunt."
Kurt and Mercedes stalked the night on a roof of a one story building of downtown Lima. The sounds of a fight broke out down below them. Kurt smiled a predatory look. Mercedes paused for a moment, eyes closed. Kurt stopped, before doing the same. Kurt turned off his brain, it was time to hunt. Kurt took a deep breath, and the smell of human blood below hit him like a freight train. Kurt could hear the erratic beating of a heartbeat, and could even hear the sound of blood pounding through someone's veins like a drum. The decision of who you were going to hunt had to be made before you scented your prey. It was too late now to choose anything. Kurt opened his eyes, and turned to Mercedes. She was crouched, teeth bared, fangs glinting in the moonlight. Her pupils were blown, and irises were dark. Kurt's position mirrored hers, and for added effect, Kurt turned his irises red. They nodded to each other, Mercedes would take one, Kurt the other. Simultaneously, both jumped from the rooftop, landing on the ground with a muted thud, unnoticed by the two men they saw before them. A large man was holding a slightly smaller man to the wall with a knife. Kurt sauntered forward, Mercedes to his right. The man at the wall noticed them, and his eyes widened. The man with the knife turned, still keeping a hold on the other man's throat.
"Get the fuck out of here," the man hissed. Kurt just smirked.
"I said; get the fuck out of here." The main raised his knife towards Kurt, and with a snarl, Kurt launched himself forward, grabbing the man by the throat, knocking them to the ground. Behind him, Mercedes had grabbed the other man. The man below Kurt raised his knife, and made to stab Kurt. Kurt caught his hand easily, and crushed the bones in his hand. There was a small cut in Kurt shirt.
"You fucking ruined my brand new shirt. I don't like that very much." The man whimpered in pain, as Kurt reached forward with one hand and wrapped his fingers around the man's throat.
"Apologize, I'll make it painless. Or I can make it long, and painful. Your choice." Kurt said simply. The man spat in Kurt's face. Kurt just sighed, and pushed his platinum blonde hair out of his face.
"Very well." Kurt's fingers tightened a fraction on the man's throat, while his other hand punched him in the stomach, the breaking of his ribs audible even for human ears. Kurt paused, and looked behind him. Mercedes had the other man against the wall, and had apparently snapped his neck. Kurt shrugged, and turned back towards the man underneath him. He relaxed his grip on his throat, and said,
"Ready to apologize yet?" The man was biting his lip, and had broken the skin from what Kurt could smell. He nodded,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please… just please," the man rasped. Kurt shrugged, and with a simple flick of his wrist, snapped the man's neck, instantly killing him. Kurt moved his lips to the body's neck, and sunk his teeth in. The blood was tainted a bit with alcohol, but it still soothed his thirst. Kurt only removed his lips from the now cold body when it was completely drained. Mercedes had finished a few moments earlier, and was attempting to clean herself off. They shared a glance, before walking off down the alleyway with linked arms.
Kurt stood on the front step of the house, looking down at Mercedes. Kurt was back to his brunette, blue-green eyed, pale 'boyness'.
"I'm gonna miss you boo," Mercedes said quietly.
"You too 'Cedes. I would say have a safe flight but I figured that's kind of irrelevant." Kurt laughed.
"But actually, I'm going to miss you so much!" Mercedes laughed.
"You as well… Don't get in too much trouble and only kill if it's necessary," she added with a wink. "Want me to call you when I get off the plane?"
"Who knows where and what I'll be doing by then. I'll call you when I can. Until then, have a great time, and don't miss me too much. Love you." Kurt pulled Mercedes in for a hug.
"Love you too, Kurt." And with one final wave, Mercedes was off driving in a sleek black car to the vamp airport she would be flying out of. Vamps rarely travelled with humans. There was too much potential for it to turn into a disaster. Kurt pulled out his brand new, sleek black iPhone 4 which both Kurt and Mercedes had bought with the intention of texting Mercedes. She had really only been gone for a few seconds but Kurt already missed her. He sighed, and slipped the phone back into his pocket and headed inside.
Kurt deliberately went slowly, as he turned on the radio, and Born this Way by Lady Gaga came blaring through the surround sound speakers in the room. Kurt hummed along to the beat as he headed into his bedroom. Kurt stripped down to his black boxers, the dark fabric somehow managing to make him look even paler as he looked in his reflection in the mirror. Kurt ran a hand through his hair self-consciously. Kurt had never really been comfortable with his looks. Even though being a vampire fixed all physical flaws, and enhanced any natural beauty, Kurt still was rather shy of it. But that was changing. Kurt was bad. He was going to be so, so very bad.
Kurt reached back into the depths of the closet, grabbing a black leather jacket, and dug around until he found the white V-neck t-shirt. He pulled out faded blue jeans, not quite skin tight but not baggy either. Kurt finished the look off with his favourite boots that went to his knee and were lace-up. He finished his look with a pair of black Ray-Ban sunglasses and looked in the mirror again. The change was shocking, gone was the skinny timid boy with an eye for fashion. The reflection before him was incredible. Kurt was even intimidated by his own reflection; it screamed bad-boy, confident, and masculine. Kurt gave the mirror a smirk before heading out into the living room. He clicked the radio off, and headed for the door. Kurt decided he would leave most of his things behind, and return for them later if he so needed to. Kurt took a deep breath, adjusted his sunglasses, and with an ego the size of Nevada, headed out the door, slamming it loudly behind him.
Kurt walked, or strolled along the sidewalk, hands stuffed in pockets, towards downtown Lima. He smirked as he saw a mother with a young boy cross the street in front of him. He waved at them with a sly grin, and kept walking. Kurt was looking for what car to take; he wanted something nice, expensive, and fast. His eyes landed on a Dodge Challenger, a 2010 model. Its bright yellow paint was screaming,
'take me! Take me!' And who was Kurt to resist a call like that? Kurt walked up to the car and in plain view of a few passer-bys in the street, bashed the window in with his elbow, unlocked the door, and got in. The wailing of the car alarm was way too loud, so Kurt hit it in the special place to shut it off. The silence was wonderful. Kurt hotwired the car with actions of an experienced car thief, rather than a boy who had learned the tricks of the trade by internet. The car roared to life with a satisfying purr. Kurt saw motion in his rear view mirror; a middle-aged man was running towards the car, arms flailing.
"Hey! You! Stop right now! Get out of my fucking car!" The man screamed. Kurt smiled at him, waved, and pulled out into the street. On the sleek dashboard of the car was a GPS. 'Perfect', Kurt thought. A helpful tool for the police. Kurt cruised around randomly, until he heard the screeching police sirens.
"May as well have a little fun," Kurt muttered, as he pushed the pedal to the floor, and the car shot forward. Kurt was reaching almost 170km/h, and still maneuvered the car with inhuman control. Kurt drifted around a corner, before screeching the car to a halt, and got out calmly. 'It was time,' Kurt thought. Kurt ran slowly towards a building with a fire escape down the side. Kurt made to climb, when a voice blared out from the police car.
"Stop where you are, get on your knees and put your hands behind your head!" Kurt smiled with a wry grin, before dropping to his knees. He placed his hands behind his head. Now all Kurt had to do was resist the temptation to snap the neck of the chubby police officer running towards him, gun raised. Another cop, a woman, ran in front of the other, and snapped handcuffs onto Kurt. Kurt sighed, all he would have to do is lightly pull, and the handcuffs would break. So much temptation.
"Come on, let's go buddy." The cop was pulling him to his feet, and pushing him towards the cop car. She all put pushed him into the back seat, keeping a hand on his head until he was fully inside of the car. As she shut the door and got in, Kurt thought about how if he really wanted to, he could kill both officers now in the car, and leave within five seconds. Kurt shook his head clear, and looked out the window as the car roared to life and sped towards the police station.
Kurt sat on the uncomfortable metal chair in the interrogation room and looked at the officer seated across from him. He saw the two way mirror on the wall, and his enhanced eyesight could make out a few officers behind the glass. He flashed them the middle finger, before turning back towards the officer.
"Now… Kurt was it?" the officer checked the file again. "Yes, alright. You seem like a decent kid."
Kurt merely kept staring at him, his face neutral.
"As grand theft auto is not, per say, a very bad crime on our crime meter, after your trial you will have two options. As you are under the age of eighteen, you will spend the remaining time until your eighteenth birthday at either a juvenile detention center, or Dalton Reform Academy. Dalton is only an option, as by your bank records, well it seems money is not a problem for you." The officer looked up at Kurt. Kurt pretended to consider.
"Dalton." The officer nodded.
"Your trial is tomorrow, and after your trial, you will be escorted to your home to grab any objects you would so wish, that are approved by your escort of course, than taken to Dalton. You will begin school on Monday." Kurt thought for a second, he'd get there Friday night then, have the weekend to settle in, and then begin classes. Although his face was neutral, if not a little bitter on the outside, Kurt was excited for once, to go to school.
The next day found Kurt sitting in a small courtroom with a bored looking judge, and the angry owner of the Challenger sitting across the aisle from him, who by the way, kept shooting Kurt dirty looks. Kurt sneered back, but otherwise was silent and still. It felt like moments later, after a testimony from 'angry car owner' that the judge gave his verdict: guilty, and sentenced to spending a year at Dalton Reform Academy. Kurt just looked bored. As he was escorted out of the courtroom, he turned and blew a kiss at the car owner, causing him to widen his eyes in rage. Kurt was pushed out the door by the escort, and later pushed again into a black SUV.
The SUV pulled up to Kurt's house. The man opened Kurt's door, and led in him inside. He waited while Kurt unlocked the door, then pushed him inside, and closed and locked the door.
"You have 10 minutes, put anything you want to bring into this box." The man thrust a cardboard box at Kurt. Kurt scoffed, and placed the box down, before disappearing into his room. He picked up his large black suitcase and opened it on his bed. Kurt packed a few pairs of jeans, plain coloured V-necks and athletic type shirts, a pair of worn black converse, and a picture of him and Mercedes. Kurt tucked his iPhone into some of his underwear, and stuffed that into the suitcase too. Kurt looked around. What does one bring to Reform School?
"5 minutes," the man called from the living room. Kurt zipped up the suitcase, because really, if he ended up needing anything else, it wouldn't be a problem to come back here. Kurt wheeled the suitcase out to the living room, and didn't miss the way the man rolled his eyes as Kurt 'accidentally' kicked the cardboard box he was supposed to be using. The man quickly rummaged through his suitcase, and removed Kurt's photo from the picture frame, and replaced the picture back inside the bag.
"Nothing with sharp edges allowed," he explained. Kurt nodded, and waited while he zipped up the bag. He thrust the bag at Kurt, and walked out to the car. Kurt followed, locking the door. He threw the bag into the trunk of the car, and sat in the back seat of the car again. The car started, and they were on their way to Dalton.
Kurt had just dozed off when the driver grabbed his shoulder jolting him. Kurt hadn't actually been sleeping, he was just bored. Kurt picked at a stray strand of his white shirt, as the car slowed. They hadn't allowed Kurt his jacket back. Kurt looked up and got his first glimpse of the school. It looked like a castle, with tall buildings with an elegant design. Hardly looked like a reform school for boys, Kurt thought. The car passed under an archway with the words 'Dalton Reform Academy for Boys'. Kurt smiled.
Kurt was finally at Dalton.
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A/N: I know nothing about hijacking cars, and I have no idea if there is a 'special spot' one could hit to shut off a car alarm.. but what the heck. Let's just go with it?