A/N: I know I normally do Twilight stuff, but I read this book called Zombie Blondes and I totally had to write a prequel to it. C'mon, how the heck do the zombies end up in Maplecrest anyways? And if you haven't read Zombie Blondes, it's about this girl who moves to a small town and meets the cheerleading squad, all girls who seem just alike: Beautiful, pale, feasting on the human essence, and immortal. (Sounds like some people I normally write about, eh?) If you haven't read it, I know the zombification process is a lil' weird, but that's how the author described it.
Summary: Prequel to Zombie Blondes. Ever wonder how zombies ended up in Maplecrest? Here's how I think they did. Maggie, a normal, popular teenage girl, goes on a walk. Comes back, dead, feasting on the human essence. Canon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Zombie Blondes.
Backup Quarterback Greg= Greg
The First Kill
Maggie walked along the sidewalk of her the road near her home. She smiled and waved at her neighbor's children, Lucy and Danielle. They giggled and waved back. Maggie smiled again.
Her phone chimed and she glanced down at the screen after pulling it out of her purse. A text from Josh, her boyfriend, was on her screen,
Miss you, baby.
She bit her lip and smiled after releasing it. She typed back quickly.
Not as much I do. See you at school 3
She put her phone back in her new Coach bag, a gift for her birthday. She had nearly flipped when she got it.
Maggie waited for his response, glancing down at her purse every few seconds.
There was no response.
Maggie shook it off and walked around the corner to the high school. She waved to a few freshman's loitering at the entrance. They smiled and waved back. Maggie was friends with practically everyone.
She strolled into the building, looking around for Josh. She sighed before turning and seeing her friend, Holly, walking towards her.
"Hey." Maggie said, looking down and brushing her dark blonde hair back. "Have you seen Josh?"
As Holly opened her mouth, a gruff voice cut her off. "Right here, babe."
Maggie spun around and felt Josh's arms wrap around her. She smiled before leaning in for a peck.
She turned to Holly and chatted for a moment longer, before saying goodbye and walking to English with Josh.
She smiled and gave him a tug on the arm when they passed the Maplecrest Hall of Trophies. Of course it wasn't a real hall, just a lit up glass armoire, holding plaques and trophies, dating back to 1986. She jumped a little and pointed to the plaque reading Josh Greene, Most Touchdowns in One Season, 2007.
"I'm so proud of you, baby!" She squeezed him again and leaned in for a kiss.
Her smiled at her before leaning in to kiss her back. Their lips were millimeters apart when a hand shoved her back rather abruptly. Coach Johnson stood there, an angry expression on his face, his brown eyes flaring. "No PDA, got that Greene? You wanna be kicked off the team?"
"No, sir." Josh leaned back from Maggie. She frowned slightly.
Coach nodded before turning around and heading towards the vending machine.
Maggie huffed out a breath. "You do know they can't kick you off just for kissing?"
He shrugged. "Don't wanna risk it."
She laughed before turning and walking towards the English room again, Josh in tow.
x x x x x
Maggie plopped down at her normal lunch table, next to Holly and Joanna. They smiled at her. "I saw Josh's plaque." Joanna said.
Maggie smiled before looking over and seeing Josh talking to the backup quarterback, Greg, who had a somewhat sad look on his face. Josh said something and Greg's face lit up a little.
"It's so awesome, isn't it? He's wanted this for, like, ever!" Maggie stuck her fork into her Tupperware, spooning out a dumpling from last night's Chinese. She groaned when it dropped from her fork.
Holly continued smiling. "Your so lucky to have him as your boyfriend."
Maggie laughed. "I know." She glanced across the room and looked at all the tables. She stopped at one, seeing a girl, Allison, talking to a boy she never really knew. Lukas, was his name. Were they a couple? Maggie knew about all of the relationships in their school.
The chair next to Maggie scraped across the tile flooring, making her flinch. She looked up and saw Josh staring at her, a smile on his face.
"Save me a dumpling?"
She grinned and fed him one.
x x x x x
Maggie waved at Josh before walking home like she always did. He had football practice, and cheerleading practice was cancelled for the week; Mrs. Donner had the flu.
She shivered, the Maplecrest fall air biting her skin. Why didn't I bring a jacket? She thought, cursing herself silent.
She walked home slowly, staring at the space in front of her. She would smile at someone when they drove by or walked past. Only a few people passed her.
Unexpectedly, she tripped over a crack on the sidewalk, her heel digging into it. Before she could catch her balance, she fell down, flat on her stomach.
She scraped her shin as she landed. She hissed and stared at the open cut in irritation, before glaring at the crack like it was a person. When she moved to stand up, the scrape in her leg protested and she fell down again, gasping. It was much deeper than she thought. She leaned over, hoping to put her hand on the sidewalk. Instead, she was met by a sharp rock sticking out of the grass. Her hand moved on instinct, and as she tumbled to the side, nothing was there to brace her.
She fell over on the sidewalk, sliding on her forearms before tumbling over her own head, unable to catch herself from falling down the hill that led into the woods. She rolled down the hill, crying out as the rocks and twigs jabbed into her. She hit a couple trees on the way down, hitting her head once. She knew her clothing was ripped and she could feel blood dripping down her. As she rolled to a stop, she heard a low thump as she hit her head on what felt to a brick. She cried out in pain, trying to sit up.
She limped down, whimpering. She couldn't.
Maggie craned her neck slightly, and gasped. She saw her body, covered in scrapes and cuts. Huge cuts. Not one inch of her skin wasn't covered in the red, dripping slices. Her jeans had ridden up as she fell, ripped all over. The short-sleeved t-shirt was now in tatters.
She put her hand on her head, pulling it back to see it covered in blood, dripping down her wrist. She glanced down at her body again, seeing more and more blood seep from her wounds. She could feel herself getting weaker by the second. She knew she'd be dead in a few moments. She leaned back slowly and watched the stream of blood flow from her head in pints, making a puddle form around her head. She looked up, seeing what looked to be a brick wall, with a large hole in the center. Was she at the old factory that the seniors went to every Halloween? A shelf was hanging out of the wall, a glass container of some sort tipped over. She couldn't see what was inside of it.
She closed her eyes, feeling the empty feeling of dying as the blood poured out of her. Reaching her hand up slowly, achingly, she touched the back of her head and felt what seemed to be ripped off skin dangling. She tugged on it and cried out. She felt another wound, closer to the temple than the other.
She leaned back with a residing deep breath, one that would be her last. Her mouth opened wide, feeling death take over her. She could taste the iron-like essence to her blood.
Unknowingly to her, up above her head, the old liquid in the jar fell out, decades old and filled with toxins and impurities from over time. A small drop landed on her head, mixing in with the blood. It ran down her face and dripped into her mouth, sinking in on her tongue. Maggie involuntarily swallowed.
Maggie whimpered as a new feeling took over her. A strong, stinging sensation. Wasn't death supposed to be painless? Only the acts leading to it were painful.
Why does it feel like a thousand bee stings?
As the stinging too over, Maggie's head became to clouded to think. She gasped and choked on the air she would no longer need.
After a couple of minutes, the stinging receded. And Maggie sat up.
She looked down, seeing a pale smooth body. Skinny and perfect. She held a hand up to her face, seeing her hands, normally a little bit rough despite the moisturizer she used, now smooth and creamy.
She stood, feeling not one ounce of pain. And as she stood, all of her memories receded into a tiny little spot inside her brain, one that she could never access.
All she knew was that her name was Maggie.
She pulled on her hair, seeing a collection of silky blonde hair lying on her shoulder. She smirked at it. A faint glimmer in her mind saw an image of dark blonde hair lying there.
She looked down her body. A dim memory of scrapes all over her skin made her examine herself. Pristine. She began walking, for a reason that she knew at all, up the hill. Even thought it was a steep hill, she never grew tired. She had limitless energy. When she reached the top of the mount, she snarled slightly.
A appetizing scent wafted her way. She turned to find the source. She saw a tall boy with blonde hair walking her way. He was the source of the smell.
She walked toward him. He looked up, blinking slightly and furrowing his brow. "Maggie? Is that you?" His gaze became more scrutinizing. "What happened to you?"
Before she could say anything, she lunged at him.
Her teeth tore as his skin, tearing him apart. She heard his terrified screams. She didn't care.
When she finished, she didn't even look at the mess she'd created. She only wiped her mouth. From what she remembered of her human life, food never tasted so amazing.
Yes, she knew she was no longer human.
She didn't care.
Not one bit.
As she walked down the sidewalk, she saw something black lying on the sidewalk. She picked it up, flipping it open. Cash, credit card, store card to Polo Ralph Lauren. There was a picture of the boy inside, smiling at her in his drivers license photo.
She ripped it in half.
x x x x x
She walked up to the house in the center of the street. She faintly recognized it; She had a dim memory of playing in the yard.
As she walked up, she looked in the window of the cop car. She caught a reflection of herself.
Her face was completely different, but she didn't know that. Her once emerald green eyes were now a bright blue, her features somewhat different. Like a layer of skin had been peeled off, revealing a completely new face. She was obviously beautiful. Her skin no longer held the slight tan. Pale as a sheet, no freckles or moles anywhere.
When she walked inside, a few more scents came her way. She swallowed hungrily.
Walking towards the scents, she entered a room and saw a man wearing a brown uniform, his hair combed back, reading a paper. A woman stood at the kitchen sink, washing a dish. Her light brown hair glinted in the false light of the kitchen.
Maggie almost growled, but two words rang in her mind. Mom. Dad.
She couldn't kill these people.
Acting as if her body knew what to do, Maggie sliced open the perfect skin of her arm, a few drops of red, shiny liquid glinting in the light. She swiped the blood on her finger and ran to her father, tilting his head back and letting the blood drop into his mouth, repeating the action with her mother.
They gasped at first, feeling the same stinging sensation Maggie had felt.
Maggie turned around, looking at the people as they fell on the floor. They were visibly changing, their skin turning whiter and hair blonder.
They were becoming like her. Ones to feast off of humans.
How wrong those myths were! They were said to be half-dead, moping bodies with limp limbs. In reality, they were beautiful and flawless.
She went upstairs and sat on her bed, staring at things she had a faint memory of. The Seventeen magazines, strewn about, the piles of clothing on the floor.
Downstairs, she heard the noise of snarling, and the door being thrown open.
And this, was the first kill.