Hi, my name is Vanessa Black, and I’m a walking dead girl. Yes, I do mean zombie, but not those slow ones, actual zombies are pretty fast, we’re smart too, and we do happen to have a good array of arsenal. No, we aren’t like Hollywood zombies at all. We do catch fire easily though, but we’re pretty careful.

Vampires, the reason there’s zombies… well actually the reason there’s zombies is because of evolution, but still. We hate vampires, I don’t know if it’s this freaky thing because we both hunt humans or whatever, but still. I’ve seen vampire attacks, I’ve seen the vampires them selves, I just have only been in an attack once, for which I’m grateful. It’s a sight I’ll never forget…

(Bella)

Me and my friend Bella were about to walk home from art club, at school, she was the only human who knew what I really was.

“Sure, sure,” She sat down on the bike rack and I ran inside. I pulled open my locker grabbed my stuff and walked back outside, lucky me that my locker was on the first floor. I walked back outside and looked over to where Bella was supposed to be and screamed.

Leaning over her was a boy, she was lying unmoving on the ground and he was biting her neck. He looked up and over at me, and hissed, his mouth covered in blood.

“Vampire!” I shouted, he jumped over to me and looked me straight in the eye.

“Zombie,” He hissed. The look in his eyes was terrifying and I backed up to the door, whimpering. He stepped up right against me until I couldn’t even look around him; he grabbed my hair, pulled my head to the side, and sniffed my neck.

I froze, my blood was pumping faster and he wouldn’t let go of me, I could see Bella from how my head was positioned, but I couldn’t see much else. Blood was dripping from his mouth on my shirt, I could smell it, I could smell him.

I slumped to the ground, dazed and confused, what had just happened, my blood was still rolling down my shoulders and I curled up. What had happened here? Why did he do that? Where did he take my friend? Did it matter really, she was gone, either dead or turned now. I sat there and my friend Christian and brother Eric found me a few hours later.

When I walked through the doors of my new school I thought that it would be the end of the terror, the nightmares, but I was wrong, because the first person I saw when I walked into my first class was him, that horrible bloodsucker. I almost collapsed, I stopped breathing and that’s when he looked at me.

“Oh, are you Vanessa Black?” A voice said next to me, I turned to look at the woman in front of the classroom.

“Yes,” I said.

“Oh, well, will you please take a seat?” I looked around the only seat open was the one in the back next to him… oh great. I walked to the back of the classroom and sat down, I heard him breathing and felt like ripping him up. Not yet, not here, I thought, and the guy on my other side tapped my shoulder, I turned toward him.

“Nice hair,” He said, pointing, he sounded sincere enough.

“Thanks.” I whispered back, and looked back toward the teacher. My hair was nice, black and blue, I wore a long sleeved green shirt and a white knit poncho over that, with jeans and tennis shoes. I didn’t look half bad. Although under the lights my pale skin seemed milky, and my dark green eyes glinted, I probably looked kinda scary. Oh well,I sat there the rest of the hour in silence my mind wandering, apparently we were doing book reports soon.

When the bell rang I sat there for a little bit, about 30 seconds, and then gathered my stuff, shoved it in my Team Jacob bag, and walked up the aisle, outside of the classroom I wasn’t paying attention and I ran right into someone. I feel and looked up, glaring, when I saw who it was.

“Well if you hadn’t taken my friend and ruined my life, I might still be going there!” I whisper-yelled back, who did this guy think he was? Telling me that I can’t go to this school just because I’m a zombie!

He looked shocked, “Zombies aren’t friends with humans,” He whispered.

“How the hell would you know? You’re not one of us!” I said, and jerked my arm away.“I’m going to be late for class,” I hissed, and turned away stomping off.

The rest of the school day was uneventful, except for lunch and art. At lunch I saw that there were tables of the damn things, I walked over to the only half empty table and sat at the edge as far away from anyone as possible, as lunch went by bloodsuckers that walked past where I was sitting hissed at me. When I was at the garbage throwing my lunch away a girl came up to me.

“Don’t mind them, they do that to all the new people.” She said, “Hi, I’m Catie, what’s your name?” She had dark curly brown hair and was short. (Catie)

I shook her hand, “Vanessa,” I answered.

“So,” She said walking next to me, “What’s your next class?”

I looked at my schedule, “Art,” she nodded.

“Good luck, if you can be in group 8, and stay away from group 3.” She said I nodded back. We walked off and as I opened the door I saw why I should stay away from group 3, it was all vampires, and guess what group I got put in? Number 3, there was boo’s from the table as I sat down and I glared at them, they glared back.

“Who’s that?” A voice said next to me, I turned and saw that one of them, a girl with long black hair was looking at my drawings, pointing to one.

“My brother,” I said, she nodded, “And who’s that?”She said pointing to another.

“My friend Christian,” She nodded again, “What’s on the next page?” She asked, looking as if I should turn it.

“A nightmare…” I whispered, she looked troubled, and looked up at me. “Can I see it?” She asked, “You’ll probably recognize the person in it,” I told her, she looked at me and turned the page, there was a gasp, and she was sitting there frozen staring at the picture on it.

“Oh… my god,” she whispered and the boy on her other side looked at it and then at me.

“What the hell?” He asked and took the book from her.

“Don’t,” I said as he looked at it.

“Jesus,” He said and looked at me, he prodded the person on the other side of the table, and the girl next to me was staring at me, as if I needed help. “It’s Adrian,” The boy said to the kid across the table, showing him the picture.

“Stop,” I said, a bit louder and everyone stared at me.

“What did he do to you?” The girl next to me asked, I bit my lip to get a hold of myself before I answered her.

“He went to my school and killed my friend, well… maybe he didn’t kill her, but I don’t know what happened to her,” I whispered.

Her eyes hardened, “I’ll kill him,” she whispered.

“What are you doing?” The boy on the other side of her asked, I looked, and pulled my hand away from my neck.

“Nothing,” I said, and he reached around and pulled the sleeve of my shirt down, he hissed when he saw the scar.

“Leave it be,” I said, and snatched my sketchbook back and opened to a new page, I started a picture of Catie and tuned out everyone and everything.

He leaned down next to me, “My brothers and sisters cornered me after school and yelled at me, why? Because you so happened to have drawn a picture of what happened that day, and they pitied you, so now I’m in trouble and it’s your entire fault.” He hissed in my ear, I tried to crawl away but he grabbed my leg and dragged me back, he bit into my wrist and sucked deeply for a couple minutes, he then stood up, pulling me with him, and whispered in my ear, his breath smelling like blood, “Don’t let it happen again.” He threw me on the ground and walked off. I curled up, shaking into a ball, and sat there.

“Chris, there she is.” Eric said pointing at me, they came over and picked me up off the ground, setting me on my feet, I swayed, “You’re bleeding,” Eric pointed out, as we walked, “Thanks Captain Obvious, it was him, his name is Adrian, and he goes to my school!” I was yelling by the time I stopped talking and we walked into the house, Chris looked at my arm and winced, “Let’s bandage you up,” he said, and took down the first aid kit.

(Christian) (Eric (Yes, these are originaly Twilight fan art, well twilight artists are the best artists))

That night after I finished my homework I lay in bed and tossed and turned until a restless sleep was found.