It's gonna be a long day: Myth Class/Team Practice

[Dakota Shay]

The morning bell rang and Dakota stood up from his desk. He looked around the room and admired his hard work from several nights ago. He had rearranged the furniture, so now there were about thirty or so desks lined up, five to a row, facing the front of the classroom. To the left were a set of tables on which he would stack and organize the graded or ungraded papers, and a table for the printer, hole puncher, and other supply stashes. On the other end of the room was a set of divided mini couches, arranged to form a wide oval. That way, if the mood struck him near mid-term, they could have book discussions, round-robin fashion and that was the space they could use. In the corner, he kept file cabinets for the grades, and his desk with all the supplies and master computer was there along the wall which had only large window, providing a nice view of the town beyond.

He pushed back his chair and walked from behind the desk, running his hand along its polished veneer finish on top. The chalk board that was still empty, even though his first class started in less than five minutes. He would need to start filling it out before the students showed up. He was starting out with a fairly simple lesson, and he thought it would catch the student's attention. After werewolves and the Phoenix, most things would seem simplistic

As the class began to fill up, they took their seats, a few chairs empty for the latecomers; but this was not unusual. He expected to be tested by a few miserable brats. He thought it was time to begin their lesson. "Morning,"He half-barked, he wasn’t a morning person and he had football assessments and tryouts when class was over. "For those of you who are new this term, I am your Mythology Teacher, Mr - OW BASTARDING TABLE!" He hissed through grit teeth, catching his toe on the corner of his desk, "Ah crap."

Clapping his hands and raising his voice he spoke again smiling from ear to ear, "Right, as I was saying, I am Mr. Shay. I expect you to be on time and prepared. I don’t excuse for sports, loss of pets, bad hair days, chipped nails, or other trivial reasons and I don’t grade on a curve. You want that, Mr. Saltzman’s class is right down the hall. Now, on with the lesson! I expect you’re already well prepared for it by now. Open your textbooks to page seventy-eight.” He moved around to the front of his desk so he could observe the class better. Clearing his throat, he began the lecture.

“Zombies are the living dead - reanimated corpses brought back to serve a sorcerer. A sorcerer who brings back the dead is known as a necromancer. The word originally comes from the voodoo religion of the Caribbean, and may derive from the African word nzambi, meaning god, or zumbi, meaning flesh.
Targets for becoming zombies are the weak and sick, especially those with a mental illness.

Certain branches of Haitian and West African vodou, or voodoo, believe a spirit or spell can bring a corpse back to life to perform heavy labor or evil deeds for its master, a sorcerer.

Zombies walk like robots. In August 1995, National Geographic magazine reported that men of the Ewe people of Togo, West Africa, chanted a blessing over sacred knives, which were then pointed at a chicken, which promptly shivered and died without being touched.

I have also heard of many zombie rituals in South America, mainly Brazil. Apparently, as my friend said, because of the country's neglect for the dead, there are many corpse's in the amazon jungle's. This leads me to think that this might encourage the performing of evil voodoo arts.

Also, there are proven cases of 'voodoo' zombies, which are in fact people who are bought to the brink of death using this certain substance that lowers your breathing and heart rate by a 'witch doctor'. These people are buried, then dug up soon after and revived by the doctor, but in most cases they either have lasting brain damage from a combination of lack of oxygen and the drug, or they die. The ones who survive are often sold on by the 'witch doctor' to plantation owners, as these people's brains have been so badly damaged they are only functioning on basic commands and therefore do not know who they are, or have any purpose. They mindlessly follow orders and only need basic care. You following me so far?”

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[ash]

Ashley was running a little bit late this morning. After her nightmare and then losing track of time outside in front of the school she barely made it to her class before the teacher started barking. "Morning," These damned nightmares were causing all her problems and the sad thing was that they weren’t really nightmares, more like memories. If she found a way to get the memories to stop then maybe Ash could get a descent night’s sleep in. She could feel a few of the other students stare at her but she was determined to ignore it. She had been in town for at least a good few weeks now and people just needed to piss off and find a new oddity to go bug eyed at.

If Ash had been back in Windsor she might have enjoyed the attention, taken advantage of it even but with her sour attitude there and her sarcastic attitude here she gave up the dream of acting like she used. Hard to imagine Ash as a cheer leader? Her first two years of high school she was one but eventually things took a turn for the worse and Ash began to realize that someone, or thing, was coming to kill her. Thanks to her memories she knew he would look until he found her so Ash ran. Somehow she ended up in Mystic Falls, in a strangers house, going to school, getting tattoos, working and being everything but normal.

Watching the teacher try to introduce himself to the class then bang his leg of the table was interesting to say the least and it brought a sarcastic smile to Ashley’s lips. "For those of you who are new this term, I am your Mythology Teacher, Mr - OW BASTARDING TABLE!" he said and among the rest of the class that Laughed Ash just snorted and sank back into her desk. She stared at the teacher scrutinizingly. He was young and attractive but Ash ahd the brains not to get involved and the balls to be her usual bitchy self to him. ”Morning Mr. Ow Bastarding Table.” she said quietly and very sarcastically to herself. This would be an interesting Class to say the least and if Ash learned a thing it would be an accomplishment on the teachers part.

"Right, as I was saying, I am Mr. Shay. I expect you to be on time and prepared. I don’t excuse for sports, loss of pets, bad hair days, chipped nails, or other trivial reasons and I don’t grade on a curve. You want that, Mr. Saltzman’s class is right down the hall. Now, on with the lesson! I expect you’re already well prepared for it by now. Open your textbooks to page seventy-eight.” He said and Ash still had a sarcastic expression on her face as she pulled out the text book. What would she say if she was late due to lack of sleep, falling asleep in the school yard, or being late because she puke her mind out thanks to nightmare memories? “Sorry I’m Late Mr. Shay, I just witnessed my own violent and bloody death in my dreams, threw up and fell asleep on the bleachers. I’d say it won’t happen again but it probably will. Oh! And I’m probably gonna come off as a Bitch, okay?” Yeah Ash could just see his reaction in her head as well as everyone else’s in the class.

For some reason Ash perked up when she heard the word Zombie. If they were starting with Reanimation then they would probably go into reincarnation and Ash could figure out how to stop the cycle. She flipped to the page in her textbook and scanned it momentarily before listening to what Mr. Shay had to say. Certain things would Pike Ash’s interest and other things would make her tune out completely. By the End of his little bit Ash had paid enough attention to know half of the lecture and the rest was lost in the wind.

When he asked if everyone was following along Ash didn’t even look up at him. She looked at her textbook boredly and wondered if her breath smelt like puke and coffee or just plain old coffee. Well nto Plain, that sugary Late stuff. Ash could tune out but there was no way she was falling asleep in Mr. Shay’s class this morning.

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[tyler]

Tyler finished the joint, chucked it out the window, turned the radio of off. Tyler jogged up to some of his friends from the football team and they wasted the next few minutes outside listening to music, drinking and passing some joints around. After awhile they decided to head into the school they had all taken mythology together as a bludge subject and started to joke around about it on the way. Honestly what good would mythology in real life? it’s interesting sure, but still. Tyler thought too himself. “Hey where is mythology anyway?” one of the guys asked outloud.

Tyler looked on his time table to see which classroom they’d have to go to and told the others. “It’s three doors down from the history classroom”. They set off again taking their sweat time. “Hey wait up what’s the excuse that we’re late?” someone asked Tyler didn’t really catch who. “Dude it’s mythology, everyone knows it’s a bludge subject, I bet we won’t even need an excuse. Besides we were giving Tyler some comfort over his dad’s death weren’t we Ty?”. Tyler felt a flicker of anger surge through him. Like he needed ‘comfort and support’ he thought with a slight sneer.

But it was true they’d probably get away with it, all the teachers were still in the sympathy stage of his father just dying. It was of the perks of the fake sympathy though he had to deal with strangers in the street It seemed the meer menion of the death gave him a free card to almost everything. Well except for that barman the other day with Ash. Tyler thought to himself and the thinking about ash cheered him up instantly Maybe, I’ll see her today. Tyler thought to himself then rejected it almost instantly. If he was seen with her it’d just start a whole new line of gossip about Tyler Lockwoods latest piece of meat.

As his friend continued to laugh and tell jokes loudly Tylers mood began to sour Can’t they just shut up!. Tyler could feel the rage coming on and took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. When that didn’t work he turned around. “I need a joint” he said suddenly “What are you nuts, we’re inside the school if..” “Who are you my mom, just give me the fricken joint!” Tyler snapped thrusting his hands into one of their pockets and pulling out a joint he put it in his mouth and lit it. They knew better than to argue with him when he was like this and stood there silently as Tyler inhaled slowly closing his eyes then exhaled. That’s better. Finishing it off he flicked it into a nearby bubbler.

Realising they had reached the classroom Tyler turned to the group “Alright every body take some mints” Tyler order passing the around and finishing his off quickly Tyler breathed on his hand and smelt it. it’d be fine as long as he didn’t get too close to the teacher he decided. “Alright everybody good?” Tyler asked his hand on the door knob of the classroom they all nodded.

Tyler came in just when the teacher said “They Mindlessly follow orders and only need basic care”. Tyler snorted and said loud enough for the entire class to here “Sounds like the perfect girl” his friends behind him all laughed “Sorry we’re late, it was my turn to car pool today, but my mom had another breakdown” Tyler lied smoothly “She was barely holding it together when, I left”

As he looked around Tyler saw Ash sitting at desk with an empty one right beside it and smiled and headed for it before hesatating remembering his friends were watching so he took a chair down on the back row which was for the most part empty, his friends followed him duetifully Speaking of zombies. Tyler thought to himself with a slight twitch on his lips.

[celia]

Celia cursed herself as she stood outside the class room, she was running late to class and wasn't very happy about it. She had gotten lost trying to find the class room, all she had was a paper with the names of all her classes and times, not where they were located. But god how she hated being late, maybe she could step in and not be seen...unlikely though. Celia opened the door noticing class had already started, shit. she paused looking at the classroom then ehr gaze switched to the teacher. She frowned slightly taking a step closer. "Um..sorry I'm late, got lost." Celia replied in a very heavy italian accent smiling appoligetic. "This is..." she paused trying to remember the name, looking down at her paper which was clenched in her hand. "Myth Class?" celia looked up at the teacher as she asked her question. If this wasn't the right class she was going to scream, how could one person get lost as many times as she.

When he confimed it celia smiled a little embarrised she was late, she slowely moved over to the desk, taking one in the middle, setting her book down. The class sounded interesting, one reason she took it. Maybe she could also improve her english, she sure needed it because it wasn't the best. Celia looked around the class noticing a few people, none she regonized but thats because it was her first day. and being late on the first day, not a good idea, hopefully Mr. Shay would understand.

[Dakota Shay]

When he heard Tyler’s comment, he immediately turned his head in that direction and snapped, “If you could run defense as fast as you run your mouth, we might actually win once in a while.” It was well known that the Timberwolves sucked. They hadn’t won a state championship in years. This was why he was so reluctant to take the coaching position. He nodded with slight skepticism as he heard Tyler’s excuse for being late. He didn’t have a retort for that one and he let it slide this time, simply because his father had recently died. “If you’re late again, I’m sending you to see Mr. Dickinson. He’s all for hugs and sympathy.” He hadn’t actually met the man yet, but he’d heard about him through the faculty and if this was going to be a consistent excuse, he would utilize the student counselor, since that was the man’s job.

Almost as soon as he’d finished addressing Tyler, another student had come in late. It was apparent, from her accent and the fact that she was holding her schedule, that she was the transfer student. He couldn’t be upset about her being late. It was a large school and if you didn’t know where you were supposed to go, you couldn’t be faulted. “There’s no seating chart so just take an open desk anywhere. Don’t make this a habit,” he checked the student ledger quickly and scanned the chart for her name, “Miss Warleigh.”

He placed the ledger back on the desk and prepared to resume the lecture. “To make a zombie, a voodoo practitioner makes a potion that consists of the poison of the puffer fish. and other herbs and nerve toxins, that is given to the intended victim. Tasteless, odorless and almost impossible to detect. This causes severe neurological damage, primarily affecting the left side of the brain which controls speech, memory and motor skills. The victim suddenly becomes lethargic, and then slowly seems to die. In reality, the victim's respiration and pulse becomes so slow that it is nearly impossible to detect, sometimes resulting in the person being buried alive.

Old fashioned coffins used to have bells installed in them in case of someone being buried alive or turning into a zombie. Graves have been unearthed that have had claw marks on the coffin lids from victims trying to escape a fate worse than death. Legend has it that, once given salt, they realize what's happening, and return to their grave. Once the touch the dirt of their grave, they go back to being dead.

In modern movies, zombism is contagious, and people bitten by zombies become zombies themselves. In others, people die from the bite and are reanimated by the same force that created the other zombies. In general, this continual spread of zombies leads to a zombie plague in which the undead vastly outnumber living humans. On that note, one of the best places to seek refuge during a zombie epidemic is your local shopping mall. This might seem somewhat counterintuitive, but know that these commercial structures are fortresses in their own right, complete with concrete walls and multiple layers of reinforced glass. The fast food court will have plenty of burgers and beer to last you for several months, and the clothing stores can provide hours of dress-up fun.

There’s also a good chance that the power will stay on due to the backup generators, allowing you to watch the nation get overrun on satellite television. The rest of civilization may fall, but you can ride out the zombie apocalypse in style. Some good stores to check out: Bookstore – You can find survival guides, cookbooks, and horror novels. Toy Store – The toy guns can be used to hone your firearm skills. Pharmacy – Medical supplies are typically found here. Sporting Goods – Baseball bats make decent weapons. Fitness Center – Help you to keep in good physical shape. Music Store – You can put on tunes to drone out the disturbing moans in the background. Phone Store – Now’s the chance to upgrade for free!

On a more serious note, lets try a little experiment, shall we?” He headed back behind the desk and opened the top drawer. He took out a sheathed dagger and laid it on the desk. “This, is one of those supposedly enchanted knives I mentioned earlier. Not easy to come by and even harder to get into a school. However, it is for this experiment only so if anyone touches anyone else anywhere with it, you’re gonna spend the rest of your school term in detention.

Lets see if reality lives up to the hype.” He headed over to the closet and opened it. Reaching in, he took out a small cage and carried it over to the desk. He carefully set it down and turned back to the class. “The legend said that the animal didn’t even have to be touched by it, the knife just had to be pointed at it. Who wants to try it?”

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[ash]

Ash’s head perked up when she heard Tyler’s voice. At least now the class wouldn’t be a complete waste of time. “Sounds like the perfect girl” Tyler said and Ash just smirked. Oh humour, how you could entertain so. She knew he played on the football team and she watched them pile in after him. If Ash was right she could smell breath mints on them. She wasn’t going to ask what they were doing before class and she wasn’t even gonna bother saying Hi to Tyler right now. He was with his “Friends” and Ash was sure most of them had already labelled her in some way. “If you could run defence as fast as you run your mouth, we might actually win once in a while.” The teacher snapped at Tyler and Ash found her smirk just grow bigger. Either the teacher didn’t notice that she wasn’t taking him seriously at all or he was ignoring her Ash didn’t care. She just needed to pass and that was that.

Another girl followed in after Tyler and his football group and she said her excuse to the teacher. Her accent was Italian if Ash remembered and she seemed really new to the school. Ash had sympathies for her considering Ash had been new a few weeks ago but sympathy got you nowhere and pissed some people off. Watching Tyler walk down towards her there was an empty desk. He hesitated and walked towards the back. Of course that’s where he would go sit so his friends could go with him. Ash didn’t doubt that and when Tyler sat down she turned and looked at him for a split second before looking back towards the teacher.

Ash listened intently to what the teacher was saying at this point. He was describing how to Voodoo men did their thing when creating Zombies. Ash wondered if it actually worked and made a mental note to look up the ingredients in either the library or online later. It’s not as if she was going to go create her own Zombie army, she just wondered if it could actually work. If she could have her own mindless slaves bend to her every whim. Then again she could always become captain of some team and have them follow her around like the football team followed Tyler around.

The part when he started talking about coffins dulled her and she tuned out only to find her eyes wandering to the back of the class where Tyler was sitting. Snapping back into reality Ash wondered if the teacher noticed her yet and labelled her as trouble because of her tattoos. It’s not as if he’d be wrong, Ash was trouble but she wasn’t a thief, a smoker or a slut. She was just sarcastic and did what she wanted when she wanted without caring about anyone else. She completely missed the part about Zombism in the movies and about hiding in the shopping mall only picking up a few important notes that would most likely be on a paper or test.

More about how to go out in style and Ash wondered if he was fooling around or if this was actually important. Zombies weren’t real. Ask her about Vampires and she’d admit she believed in them. One kept killing her off, how could she not? Either way Ash kept letting her mind wander as Mr. Shay talked. Her ears perked up when he began talking about an experiment. what? she thought watching as he pulled out a knife and a cage from his shelf. She had remembered that part of the lecture, where if you pointed a knife at an animal it would die without being touched. That made Ash a little nervous and a lot intrigued. She straightened up in her seat and focused on what Mr. Shay was saying.

The legend said that the animal didn’t even have to be touched by it, the knife just had to be pointed at it. Who wants to try it?” The teacher said and Ash felt her arm shoot straight up in the air. She didn’t care if people were looking at her she wanted to know if it was true, if you could kill the animal without actually touching it. ”I’ll try.” She said with no hesitation or fear in her voice. Just the hints of excitement and indifference. Completely contradictory but that was Ash for you.

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Alaric had break this period, so he was definitely ready to make a straight path towards the teachers lounge. It was mid day and he wasn't fully awake yet (he will never get used to waking up early). Coffee was in order. Definitely. He gathered his things from his desk because, as much as he didn't want to, he needed to get some grading done. And if he didn't want to be cooped up at Mystic Grill with a stack of papers and a drink, he needed to get on the job fast. He planned to have at least half of it done before the hour was over.

As he walked out of his classroom he heard the distant sound of a lecture down the hall, not too far away from his own room. It was coming from Mr. Shay's mythology class. He didn't have the chance to meet this teacher (he was a little preoccupied with other things for the last couple weeks), but whatever this guy was teaching was pretty...interesting, to put it lightly. Alaric smiled to himself as he listened, approaching the class room. It sounded more like a synopsis of Dawn of the Dead than a legitimate mythology lesson. Alaric wasn't completely out of the loop after all. His knowledge in history touched in aspects of mythology, naturally. And sure, zombies were a good way to grab the class' attention, but preparing them for a zombie apocalypse was hardly what they needed to hear. Mystic Falls had enough on their hands with vampires running around.

But of course Mr. Shay didn't know that. So Alaric couldn't fault him for that, right? The guy was just trying to get people's attention. Understandable.Alaric bought the Zombie apocalypse lecture for now. Intrigued and finding that whoever came in the class last had left the door open, he stood at the doorway quietly, leaning against it. His arms were crossed over his chest as he listened to the last bit of Mr. Shay's lecture...the part where it got really ridiculous. Not really caring if the other students noticed him there, he couldn't help but smirk. This guy had one hell of a sense of humor.

The myth teacher took out a cage with some animal in it and beforehand took out a knife. Now that was something Alaric could fault him for. After a call out for students to try the experiment, one of them, of course was quick to answer. What kind of bizarro world was this where it was suddenly okay for students to hold weapons in class? There was already one in there who had anger issues and plus, his father died - there really was no need to encourage more outlets to express angst. Ancient myth experiment or not.

So yes, this was one of those moments where he'd have to be 'uncool' teacher and ruin the fun of those students who wanted to play with knives. But he had to say something. There wasn't any other option in his mind. It was almost as outrageous as seeing Elena grab for a tranquilizer dart, thinking she was going to rush in a house full of vampires when they tried to save Stefan from the tomb vampires. Alaric didn't like seeing students in dangerous situations, simple as that. Even if one of them happened to be dating a dangerous situation anyway.

"Wow." He made his presence known in the class, and tried to sound as genuine as he could...without any sarcasm...with the following words. "Sorry, I was walking pass and couldn't help but overhear this lecture. Didn't mean to interrupt but this is just so fascinating. I would try this little experiment myself but...ah, I wouldn't want to get fired for allowing students to handle weaponry." He smiled sheepishly, yet there was a smug expression somewhere underneath. A knowing expression that he was in the right here. "Just never know who's watching these classrooms." He peeked around the corner of room into the hallway for good measure, and then returned his attention back to Mr. Shay.

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[ n o o n e w i l l e v e r c h a n g e t h i s a n i m a l I h a v e b e c o m e ]

Out of all the places his friend could move into, it had to be Mystic Falls, the same place where he was trying to find himself again. Keyword being try. Don’t get him wrong, he was not complaining. Actually he was kind of glad that Dakota did that because honestly, it was nice to see another familiar face other than his grandmother. After all, he didn’t take his vacation here with an intention of mingling and meeting new friends no. In fact, he wanted to be alone most of the time. Hell that was he had been doing for quite some time now but ever since he learned of Dakota’s move, he was eager to see his friend. Hopefully not on a daily basis because him and Dakota hanging out together? It just meant and spelled trouble Big trouble!

It didn’t take his friend long to get settled in Mystic Falls and land a job at a school. Truth of the matter was, Isaiah couldn’t really imagine his best friend teaching highschool For one, the twenty-five year old could not honestly picture him having that teacher image. It was a side of Dakota that he honestly have yet to witnessed so when opportunity knocked at his doorstep, Isaiah quickly grabbed it. Learning about his friend’s class schedule had not been an accident. In fact, Dakota was the one who gave it to him. Just in case the younger male needed to know where he was or anything. It wasn’t any news that the older guy had shown concern for him, after all, they were good friends. It was only natural and Isaiah truly appreciated that. What he liked with Dakota’s approach was that he never really pressured him into anything. The other male may be concerned but Isaiah noticed that Dakota did not forget to give him the space he needed. Maybe that was why he didn’t really mind having the other male around.

He made sure he was mixed up with the students as he entered Dakota’s classroom although he was sure that his friend would not miss him. With his gargantuan height and everything, it wasn’t easy for him to stealthy. He just hoped that Dakota wouldn’t mind him being there. After all, Isaiah already joked to him about sitting on his class. The younger male just didn’t realize he was actually going to do it.

He made sure he took a seat in the back row so that the students would not take notice of him. He maybe dressed like one of the students but honestly, Isaiah was sure they wouldn’t mistake him for a student. The last thing he wanted to do was get his friend in trouble for doing this. So far, so good no one had given him and second look. For now.

As Dakota introduced himself, Isaiah couldn’t help but press his lips and fought the urge to chuckle out loud. Wow. That was the first time he had seen his friend goofily clumsy. The twenty-five year old could only shake his head as he watched the students’ reaction this time. Hey, he wouldn’t even blame them if they happened to find this utterly amusing. He did so why wouldn’t they? Silently, Isaiah just sat on the back on continued to observe the class. Everything had been going okay even though there had been a few students late and it wasn’t until Dakota had taken that cage out and showed it to class as well as the knife that the other male started having a bad feeling about this. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought that thing inside the class because a knife inside a highschool? It was a recipe for disaster. Even with the warning Dakota had given to the whole class, honestly, Isaiah was sure that there would be at least one student who would not heed the warning.

"Sorry, I was walking pass and couldn't help but overhear this lecture. Didn't mean to interrupt but this is just so fascinating. I would try this little experiment myself but...ah, I wouldn't want to get fired for allowing students to handle weaponry."

Isaiah tore his eyes away from his friend and allowed it to land on the other male. Great, another teacher. He hated it when his gut instincts were right. Even though he wanted to help Dakota out, he didn’t know what exactly to do.

"Just never know who's watching these classrooms."

The twenty-five year old pressed his lips and settled his hazel eyes back to his friend.

Come on Koda, just keep your cool. He’s just concerned that’s all. Isaiah couldn’t help but think silently to himself.

[ h e l p m e b e l i e v e i t ' s n o t t h e r e a l m e ]

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[tyler]

Tyler flashed with anger a the teacher insulted their defence line, but he gritted hi teeth and let the moment pass. He’d get him back. Tyler turned when he heard the Foreign girl come in. Tyler was usually the first to outline and rate all the new girls who came. Especially if they had an accent and didn’t know that much English, in fact it was a frequent fantasy of his. Tyler flashed her a smile as he took his seat .

As Tyler took his seat he noticed the giant beside him and raised his eyebrows. “Little old for high school aren’t you?” Tyler asked accusingly snarl still on his face from the teachers comment.

Who needs zombies, when you’ve got a football team Tyler thought smugly too himself

Tyler listened to the lecture preparing himself for any openings in which he could bag out the teacher. “This causes severe neurological damage, primarily affecting the left side of the brain which controls speech, memory and motor skills. The victim suddenly becomes lethargic, and then slowly seems to die. In reality, the victim's respiration and pulse becomes so slow that it is nearly impossible to detect, sometimes resulting in the person being buried alive.”

Tyler smirked seeing his chance “Sounds like Mrs Willow,”. Tyler shouted out referring to the 60 something yr old women who droned on for the entire lesson, and would give you a detention for ‘being needlessly noisy’ when you shifted your chair. His friends howled with laughter and Tyler smirked in his small victory, while he hi fived one of his friends.

“On that note, one of the best places to seek refuge during a zombie epidemic is your local shopping mall. This might seem somewhat counterintuitive, but know that these commercial structures are fortresses in their own right, complete with concrete walls and multiple layers of reinforced glass. The fast food court will have plenty of burgers and beer to last you for several months, and the clothing stores can provide hours of dress-up fun. There’s also a good chance that the power will stay on due to the backup generators, allowing you to watch the nation get overrun on satellite television. The rest of civilization may fall, but you can ride out the zombie apocalypse in style. Some good stores to check out: Bookstore – You can find survival guides, cookbooks, and horror novels. Toy Store – The toy guns can be used to hone your firearm skills. Pharmacy – Medical supplies are typically found here. Sporting Goods – Baseball bats make decent weapons. Fitness Center – Help you to keep in good physical shape. Music Store – You can put on tunes to drone out the disturbing moans in the background. Phone Store – Now’s the chance to upgrade for free!” Oh this guy is way too easy. Tyler thought too himself. Outloud he said “Dude you’ve watched Dawn of the dead way too many times” Tyler called out to which his friends around him laughed again.

Tyler tried to look unimpressed when the knife came out, secretly he wanted ago and when one of his friends one the more dimwitted ones shot his head up he grabbed it angrily and thrust it down with a snarl. Although he wasn’t surprised that Ash wanted to try. Maybe she can turn it on him and put all of us out of our misery he thought cheering up a little. His mood picked up instantly when Mr. Saltzmen told the new guy off. When Mr Saltzmen stuck his head out the door he couldn’t resist saying “Careful sir, there might be zombie’s coming round the corner”

As his friends laughed again he noticed the giant was pressing his lips together tightly. Oh great, he’s one of those guys Tyler thought too himself. The type of guys who got pissed when you mucked up in class, either that or he actually believes in allt his crap. “What’s your problem?” Tyler asked

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He saw a few familiar students in the classroom, many of which were in his history class. Some seemed to be bored and just 'waking up' from the demonstration when the knife was pulled out, some seemed to be genuinely intrigued, and some just wanted to cause trouble it seemed. Either way, as much as this might have been a nice little show to these guys...which would have ultimately sent one or two of them to the hospital...Alaric had to rain on this parade.

He saw Tyler had spoken up, instigating the whole situation between him and Dakota. Alaric knew the guy had a ton of issues going on. Alaric wasn't one to talk about people who had passed on, but nothing would change the fact that Tyler's father was pretty much an asshole to Tyler. And now he was dead. That was a lot to handle. A hell of a lot.

"Careful sir, there might be zombie’s coming round the corner”

Alaric chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I have to admit, I'd consider Mystic High's main faculty can be like zombies sometimes. Definitely something to watch out for, right Mr. Shay?"

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Stefan was not what one would call a typical vampire. Instead of lurking about a humble abode or out and about looking for a meal he attended high school. He was over 163 years old but was acting like a typical teenager. But unlike the students that he was walking down the hallways with he had also been to colleges like Harvard too. Unlike his older brother Damon he wanted to know all there was to know about the world. It was just like it was back in the 1860’s when he had done his studies. He felt like the more he knew the more he would be able to get through his days. It wasn’t as if he went to college to go to frat or student parties for he was a loner. If anything he would visit the professors in their office or talk to them over a cup of coffee or lunch. He had to be careful though as sometimes he would either intimidate or make himself look like he was smarter than they were which was not his intention. That was something he had experienced with Mr. Tanner in history class. After that he had kind of kept his thoughts to himself.

He was actually kind of excited about this new mythology class that was being offered this term. It was about time to get something different and it was something that interested him greatly. Had the football team known such a fact he would have been labeled a nerd and been the laughing stock. Because of the way that he had been brought up Stefan was always prompt for class. In fact unless he was with Elena he was usually the first one seated. Damon thought he was stupid for going to school but he didn’t care. It was one of the ways that he could make himself feel human and of course the last thing he wanted was more enemies to deal with which is why campuses were some of the best sources for things like that or news from the town or city they were in. If there was one thing teens or students did it was gossip. And that of course went for the teachers too. With Stefan’s keen sense of hearing he could hear every little conversation no matter how distant. At least that was one advantage of being a vampire without a consequence.

As Stefan took his seat he let out a sigh as Tyler and his jock friends came in. Why did he have to be such an ass? The thing was Tyler actually reminded him of his older brother in many ways which was not a compliment in the least. And was he drunk or high? That wouldn’t have surprised him in the least. As his sarcastic remark about being late he just hoped this Mr. Shay would knock him a little into place. Because he was the son of the mayor Tyler Lockwood was practically treated like royalty which excluded him from a lot of rules. Oh sure there was always one of them in every group. He coughed as he tried to hide a laugh when Dakota stubbed his toe on the table. Not exactly a good way to start especially with wise cracks like Tyler Lockwood in the room. But it appeared that Mr. Shay didn’t care because he kept right on going with the lecture. So far he liked this guy’s attitude and thought he was a good addition to the faculty. Following his instructions he opened his text book to the assigned page.

Listening to the lecture a smile spread across Stefan’s face. He had actually known a voodoo priestess in New Orleans whose family had origins in Haiti. It was true that zombies existed but she had explained to him that it had more to do with spirits than reanimating a corpse. It was true that the powder existed but it was more herbs than magic that was responsible. And those who chose to do such a thing were those who wished to harm others. If there was one thing she had taught Stefan it was that voodoo was not evil and was all about communication with spirit. A lot of the stuff that the public would see was put on for show but in reality a ritual was not as showy as that. If one were to see a real voodoo ritual or work it would appear boring unless of course there was possession involved. To Stefan voodoo was one of the most powerful forms of magic that he had ever witnessed. And there were secrets about it that were not even revealed to him by the mambo. But there was one thing he knew and that was he would never tangle with someone who knew voodoo.

If there was one thing Mr. Shay was proving it was that he had good resources for his information. As much as he wanted to insert his own facts about voodoo into the lecture he remained silent. Perhaps after class he could tell him about the mambo that he had met in New Orleans? If anything show him that voodoo was not all about doing evil and that there were many positive things about it. He had witnessed many illnesses being cured by simple ceremonies. It was unfortunate that vampirism was not one of those things that could be taken away. No Stefan could never be human again. A chuckle escaped him as he listened to Mr. Shay talk about movie zombies and the best places to seek shelter. At least he was being thorough and had a sense of humor. But as he watched him pull out the blade from the desk he shifted slightly. Now that was not something he had expected to see. All that was left now was for him to produce a jar with the zombie powder in it. He just had to hope there were no snitches in the room.

As a young girl volunteered to take part in the experiment Stefan felt his neck twitch. This just did not sound like a good idea. He had witnessed a blade bend when someone was possessed during a voodoo ceremony so he knew that such a thing was possible. But to allow a student to handle a blade? Well that was a different story. And then came more wise cracks from Tyler. Didn’t that jerk ever learn? But then Stefan’s worst fears were realized when he head Alaric’s voice and turned to see him standing in the doorway. And he brought up what Stefan had been thinking concerning students handling weaponry. Did that mean he was going to report Mr. Shay? He certainly hoped not. But as Alaric made his comment about the main faculty being like zombies he could see that maybe he might let his little thing slide. He turned back and looked at Dakota to see how he would react to this.

OOC: Sorry for the long post but I had to catch up ;D