I stood at the front of my class room and looked back at every pair of eyes on me. I sighed before writing my name and the club's name on the board. I grabbed a ruler and pointed. "My name is Bella and this is "Fighting the Dead 101."

I heard a couple of laughs. I sighed and drew an intricate picture on the wall. "This is a zombie. Notice the rotting flesh and the zoned out look in the eyes. These things are stupid, slow and minimal in threat."

I heard some gasp at the detail I put in the picture. I didn't take three years of advanced art classes for nothing. "Zombies are classified as the UNDEAD."

I saw some kids in the front taking notes and some of the jokers in the back laughing. I erased the picture. I drew another picture, this one more cartoonish. It had fangs and a cape and was shielding itself from us. It had a widow's peak hairline and slicked back hair. I pointed again with the ruler. "Can anyone tell me what this is?"

Almost every hand shot up. I picked one of the football players in the back. "A vampire," he replied in his deep voice.

I laughed before yelling. "THIS is a JOKE!"

The room went silent. I did not put up that sign for jokers to come in here and piss me off. This is serious. If you are in here because you thought it look fun, you are dead fucking wrong. I will give tests, and I will kick people out. Now if this isn't as fun as you though you can get the hell out right now!" My ruler was pointing directly at the door.

I watched as about twenty of my classmates shuffled out the room groaning about how this was stupid. I closed the door and glanced at who was left. Angela and Mike were sitting in the front. Two freshman and some nerd with brown hair, green eyes, and terrible acne looked back at me. Right in the back row sat all five Cullens. Edward was in between his two bothers. I smiled a little. "Good. Could you five in the back please move two the front rows. I watched as they shuffled awkwardly to the second row behind Angela and Mike.

I walked back to the board and drew a more intricate drawing. It was more detailed and the anatomy was correct. I closed my eyes and remembered the blond vampire. I drew his leering expression and stole some red chalk to bring attention to the pride and thirst in his eyes. I heard gasps from behind me. I turned around to face my class of ten. "This is a vampire."

I quickly turned around, briefly glancing at the Cullens. "Back in Phoenix I was part on an international group that searches and fight vampires and zombies. Many believe that that petty cartoon I drew was the real thing but I know what's real and what's not. MY squad back home was fully equipped with weapons to defend ourselves against both. I have taken it into my own hands to train you. That means running and push ups. If anyone wants to leave now is the time." No one left.

I grabbed my backpack and pulled out a large gun/ harpoon. "This is a vampire gun. You will all be learning how to use this. The arrow sticking out is actually made of hundreds of little hooks. Each hook has diamonds embedded into the tip to penetrate any substance. The hooks are black steel." I took out the arrow to show everyone the line attached to the end. It was a thick coil. "The hook, after penetration, separates due to a mini explosion that happens in order to rips the opponent to pieces. After that what ever the hooks are in, will catch fire and burn. Sadly, this gun is not legal and in twenty-five states. I looked at the smiling freshman and smiled. "I was dead serious when I weeded you guys out. You won't be touching my gun until you learn, train, live, and breath the dead."

I watched as they stared at me with wide eyes. I sighed. "Only in clubs will it be like this. Outside, no one is to know any of this information. Any questions?"

The big one, Emmet, raised his hand and smiled at me. "What to you mean by train?"

"I mean that we will be running and doing evasive exercises that will help you minimal chances of survival in the case of either a vampire or zombie attack. We all know it's impossible to outrun and or fight off a vampire so I will be teaching you basic survival evasion."

"But you just said-"

"I am going to be teaching the art of tripping. We have another thirty minutes. Do you guys want to go and try out the exercises today?"

The room agreed. I guess they were eager to learn. We all shuffled outside over to a part of the field that was dry. I instructed everyone to take off their sweaters and any other loose clothing before lining them up. "Okay, we need vampires and we need humans. Who wants to be a vampire?"

Sure as hell Emmet once again raised his hand. Mike volunteered to be the human along with me. "Okay, Emmet, your goal is to catch one of us. Go after the one who seems easiest. That's what vampires want it they're thirst, the easy prey. Mike, me and you will be running. WE get a five second heads start. The object is not to outrun Emmet but to outrun me. Everyone get it?"

They nodded and I yelled for Mike and me to start running. We sprinted and then Emmet was off. I looked behind us. Emmet, was speeding almost catching up.. I heard Mike curse under his breath. We watched in horror as Emmet laughed before dropping to all fours and chasing after us like some kind of monster. My adrenaline kicked in and I kicked mike the back of the leg. He was not expecting it and fell instantly. I didn't check if he was okay but continued my journey down the field. Mike yelled as Emmet tackled him like the defense on the quarter back. I bent over to catch my breath before the group came over to me. "See how I pushed Mike to fail so I could succeed. It's the same as bears. You don't have to be faster than the bear, just faster than your friend."

I glanced at the clock and sighed. " I'll be seeing you all next week."