So obviously i don't own Hannah Montana, Zombie High, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. but this is pretty much a spin off of the show Jake Ryan is featured on in Hannah Montana. the first 2 chapters are going to kinda follow the story line of the Buffy movie, then the Buffy show, meanwhile always having it's own original aspects. Zaronda the zombie princess (Hannah's character) will probably start to show up in the 3rd chapter. please give comments on what you like and don't like (:

Janis was always a strange girl. She grew up with words like "outcast" and "freak" being thrown at her all the time. It wasn't until high school that she finally found others who enjoyed the same thing as she. With black fishnet stockings and dark lipstick, she was the type of girl who loved to hang out in the cemetery. "Are you sure you aren't scared?" asked Henry, her newest boyfriend, as they walked around the tombstones.

"I'm fine, I love it out here".

"You're just lucky I'm here to protect you" Henry said with an adorable grin. Janis laughed. Sure, Henry was a bit cocky, but that was how she liked her guys: confident enough to make up for her insecurities.

"Nah, I don't really believe in monsters and all that crap anyways."

"Oh Really? I thought you would be the type to enjoy monster stories and stuff…" Henry assumed.

"Well, you thought wrong. Hey… did you hear something?" Janis asked as she heard ruffling in the bushes.

"Yeah… I'll go check it out." Henry told her as he started to walk away. "Stay right there until I get back." A few moments passed. Janis started to get nervous when he didn't come back.

"Hey, is everything all right?" she called out, but there was no response. "Henry! Henry"! Still no answer. Janis started to walk toward the bushes. She pulled the aside but she couldn't see anything. "Henry, if you're playing games with me you better cut it out right now." She said as she took out her cell phone to light her path. A loud screech left her lips as she saw what was in front of her. Henry lies pale and drained of blood on the ground with absolutely no sign of life in him. "Oh my god!" she wailed.

It was an average day at Jemery High School in Los Angeles. Jake was an average student. He was captain of the school's championship winning soccer team. His frame was built tall and athletic, his hair light blonde as it almost hit his gorgeous blue eyes, and his skin a golden tan. He was the hottest and coolest guy in school and everyone knew it.

"Hey Jake!" called out Stacey, his girlfriend. Stacey was the girl equivalent to Jake: gorgeous, blonde, captain of the cheerleading squad. They were practically made for one another.

"Hey baby!" Jake grinned right before he planted a kiss on her lips. The whole school turned as they made out at the top of the stairs near the entrance to the school. "I missed you babe" he said once they're lips parted.

"I saw you just yesterday" she giggled as she kissed him again.

"Damn… do you wanna just skip today?" he asked.

"What? I have a math exam today, I can't." Stacey frowned.

"Even more of a reason to not go. Come on, babe. You know you want to. It'll just be you and me. And we can do whatever we wanna do without anyone watching…" Jake whispered as he tickled her and kissed her neck. Stacey giggled hysterically as their friend Mark walked up.

"Oh shit. Look at my friend the girl magnet!" Mark laughed as he hit Jake on the back. "You're the man!"

"Well, since you are 'the man', then of course I will skip class with you." Stacey smiled as she put her arm around Jake's waist.

"You kids have fun. But be safe now. We don't need any… accidents." Mark joked as he walked into school.

"Doesn't seem we have to worry about that anyways" Jake said to Stacey as they headed back to his car.

"Aw, babe! Look, I know we've talked about losing our virginities to each other, but I just don't think I'm ready. I mean… what's the rush? We're going to spend the rest of forever with each other, right?" Stacey said.

"Yeah, you're right." Although Jake was starting to get a bit impatient, he really did care about Stacey. He would never want to push her into doing something she wasn't completely ready for.

Later that day, Jake returned to school for soccer practice after dropping Stacey off at her house. They spent the afternoon kissing in his car by the beach. It was nice, Jake thought. He just wished they would have talked more. That was something he seemed to always want from Stacey. She was just so… shallow. It was as if there was nothing really to talk about with her other than herself, she had no depth. Because Jake was so caught up thinking about his relationship, he almost didn't realize that there was a man staring at him from the corner. The man was probably around 40 years old, muscular, and had and wore an expression of seriousness.

"Jake," the man said to him after he left the locker room that same afternoon.

"How do you know my name?" Jake asked.

"I am Oscar. I am your watcher." He spoke triumphantly.

"Watcher? What is that? Who are you?" Jake asked confused.

"There is a lot you do not understand now, but you will in time. We must talk in private though. Follow me." The man started to walk away. "I understand you have had some frightening dreams recently, this is normal for your position." He spoke as he continued to walk.

"How do you know about my dreams?" Jake said as he struggled to keep up with the man's fast pace. Jake had been having terrifying nightmares for quite some time now, but he had never told anybody. The man led him into the school's gym.

"In every generation there is a slayer, chosen by fate or destiny. The duties of this chosen one are to fight the forces of evil and to balance peace on our earth." The man said once the doors were closed and locked.

"Evil? Like demons and shit? Come on dude. You can't be serious." Jake muttered, still confused.

"Jake, you must listen to me. You are the chosen one. I have been sent here to train you."

"Train me? For what?" Jake asked unbelievably. "And who sent you?"

"The watcher's council." He replied immediately. He removed a stack of papers from the bag he was carrying. On the paper were Jake's name, family members, house address, phone numbers, and all the information you could think of.

"Where did you get that?" Jake asked, truly concerned.

"In your dream there is this monster coming after you, always with a deadly intention; but you are never afraid for yourself. You know you can handle the harm they may try to bring to you. You're only concern is to help those who are in danger of these creatures." Oscar said with such confidence. He was spot on. Jake's dreams came almost every night, yet they were always about the same thing.

"Okay, so what if I am this…chosen one you speak of? Then what? What do you want from me?" Jake wondered.

"We must prepare. The training begins immediately, for there is something horrid coming our way."

"What do you mean by something horrid…?" Jake asked yet another question. "What kind of slayer am I?"

"You are the zombie slayer." Oscar said. The next few moments were strangely quiet. Jake burst out laughing.

"Okay dude. I thought this was some fucked up joke, but you have got to be crazy. Zombie slayer? Good one." Jake laughed. All of a sudden, Oscar threw his fist towards Jake's head at a speed impossible for any basic human. Out of pure reflex, Jake threw his arm up in defense and pushed the man away. Oscar then put both of Jake's hands behind his back. Before he could even process what was happening, Jake was on the floor.

"The reflexes of the slayer are naturally strong enough to fight a human. But they will need a lot of work to hold their own with a zombie." He shared with Jake. "So are you ready to quit playing games yet?"

"Oh my god. This is real." Jake said out of disbelief. "How did I do that? Holy shit!"

"There is a lot more where that came from, boy." Oscar replied.

The drive home after practice was a blur to Jake. Oscar wasn't lying when he told Jake that he was the zombie slayer; Jake could feel it. Recently, Jake's intuition had gotten stronger. He could feel when he was being lied to, he could sense when something was going to go wrong, and he dreams that were supposedly premonitions of the future. He was strong, stronger than he could have ever imagined. Jake and Oscar had spent the whole afternoon practicing techniques to fight a zombie, he had been taught so much already. Although the whole idea had seemed crazy at first, it was almost impossible for Jake to doubt his destiny; the pieces to the puzzle finally fit perfectly.

"Where the hell have you been?" Jake's mother yelled as he walked through the door.

"Soccer practice… its Wednesday. I always have practice on Wednesday." Jake replied smoothly.

"Oh yeah? Soccer practice ended two hours ago. And I just got a phone call from your school saying you were absent in every single one of your classes!" She added.

"Okay mom. You caught me. I was with Stacey, we wanted to catch up." Jake said trying to calm his mother down. He knew his mom loved Stacey and he hoped it would help the situation.

"Catch up? You saw Stacey yesterday." His mom said hesitantly.

"It's not the same, mom. Everyone was around. We went to the water park." Jake said.

"Okay. But don't think I'm okay with this. You have been acting so weird lately Jake. Mess up to many times and you will be sorry." She threatened as she walked up stairs.

Jake rolled his eyes. He hated how his mom treated him like a child. But after the things that he had put his mom through the last couple of months, he almost couldn't blame her. Jake had skipped school countless times, had gotten a call home from a police officer for smoking cigarettes, and had almost been arrested for stealing an energy drink from a gas station. Jake wasn't usually a bad kid, but recently he had found himself hanging out with the wrong people. He hasn't gotten in any real trouble yet, but if he didn't get a grip soon, who knows what could happen.

The following afternoon Jake met Oscar at the cemetery. "I got into a lot of trouble last night because of you." Jake told him. "My mom freaked out when I didn't drive home straight after practice."

"Then you better call her now and tell her you won't be back until late." He replied while unloading weapons from his bag.

"What do I tell her?" Jake asked.

"I'm sure you can think of something. You must learn to develop a good imagination; lying is never a good thing, but at times it is necessary." Oscar explained. "No one can know about your duties as a slayer, you must tell lies to cover this up."

"Why can't I tell anyone? I mean other than the fact that I might be institutionalized if I did."

"Having an open identity will not only endanger yourself but also your loved ones." Oscar said as if it was obvious. "These zombies, they are vicious creatures. They have no soul and no reasoning. If they know you will get in their way of feeding, they will try to kill you. They won't stop for anything."

"How do we kill them?" Jake asked, frightened.

"Well that is what we are learning today. Zombies are not indestructible. Killing them will not be easy to you at first, but it can be done." Oscar held a sharp weapon in his hand.

"A steak? I thought that was for vampires only." Jake said as he analyzed the weapon.

"Yes, wooden steaks defeat the vampires by stabbing through the heart. Zombies are a lot less picky. You can kill them with anything strong enough to do the job; even your hand may work after some training. Just make sure you always aim for the head, it's the surest way to kill them." Oscar explained.

"So why not just use a butcher's knife, or a gun?" Jake asked. "Why use a wooden steak?"

"Just because zombie slaying is your calling, does not mean you will not come across other creatures of the night." Oscar warned. "If you were to come across something else, wouldn't you like to be armed?"

"Wait, so vampires are real?" Jake asked only half surprised. Hey, if zombies are real, why not vampires?

"Yes young child. You should keep in mind that most fairy tales come from a line of truth. You will keep the wooden stick with you at all times. No exceptions."

"Okay. So when do I kill my first zombie?" Jake asked with a child like enthusiasm.

"Tonight."

"What?" Jake gasped. He didn't believe he would be killing so soon. "I've had hardly any training."

"Practice makes perfect. I will be here the whole time. You will not be harmed, I promise you." Oscar reassured him. For hours the two of them trained until the sun set. Once it was completely dark, they started to patrol. Jake had come across two zombies almost immediately and surprisingly, he found it very easy to kill. Oscar was right: always aim for the head. It was a soft spot for them, hit anywhere else and they would just keep coming back. Hit the head and they were almost certainly a goner.

The training and patrolling had continued every night for the rest of the week. He told his mom he was going to a friend's house to complete a project, all though he wasn't sure she completely bought it. The following Sunday Stacey called his cell phone just as he was getting home from patrolling.

"Hey" he answered.

"Hey. I've been calling you for, like, all week. Where the hell have you been?" she asked. Jake rolled his eyes. Stacey sounded just like his mother.

"I've been at school every day, don't you remember? I haven't skipped once." He said.

"Okay but you've been completely zoned out. I mean, you hardly talk to me at school, you don't answer my calls, and I haven't seen you all weekend!" She whined.

"Look, I'm sorry, ok? I've just been… busy."

"Whatever. I'm coming to your game tomorrow night. We can hangout then right?" Stacey spoke seductively.

"Shit!" Jake muttered low enough that Stacey couldn't hear. He had forgotten all about his game and he had promised Oscar he would go patrolling that night. "Look, I'm going to have to call you back…"

"Jake, hold on a sec-" Stacey spat before he hung up. Jake knew that if he missed the soccer game his coach would kill him. This was the only game left until the big play-off on Friday. Jake quickly dialed Oscar's phone number.

"Hello" Oscar answered.

"Hey, man. I know I told you I would go patrolling and stuff tomorrow, but I have this soccer game and-"

"-and what?" ,Oscar cut-off Jake. "You want to skip patrolling?"

"Well, yeah. Just this one time." Jake said.

"Jake, it isn't a matter of just training anymore. You must realize that now you have been activated, any dark forces nearby will be pulled towards you by Mother Nature. If you don't patrol, lives will be at risk. You are saving people now, Jake. It is your duty." Oscar explained. Jake sighed. He hadn't thought about it like that before. He was suddenly feeling the weight of his duty and he wasn't sure he liked it. Nonetheless, he felt he must comply.

"Fine, I'll be there." Jake answered.