Off With Their Heads

Chapter 1

This is a spinoff of the series by Gena Showalter, Alice in Zombieland. Not all of these characters are mine and the world they live in is not mine. Still, the writing and plot is mine and I hope you guys like it :) Enjoy.

"This sucks!"

I sighed. My brother, Ty had been complaining on the phone to me for the last two minutes. "It's the one of the biggest parties of the year and I got rostered on for dead watch?"

That's what the younger slayers had taken to calling the dreadfully boring task of watching cemeteries for any signs of the undead. Around twenty years ago our parents had figured out a way to send undead spirits - AKA zombies - into their true afterlives without having to kill them and without having to be bitten. However, there is still a different strain of zombie toxin that is resistant to our ministerings, a small problem at first but it has grown in recent years. Slayers have been needing to fight more and more of them in the past couple of years, which is kind of fun for me because if they're zombies, they must have done some evil things while they were living. That's what zombies are, the manifestation of the evil deeds committed during one's lifetime.

I sighed again. "You know dead watch is important, Ty. If one slips past us it could infect others and we'd have a pandemic on our hands. You don't want that do you?" Even though Ty was one year older, I always felt like the older sibling. I took responsibility for his mistakes, I helped him with things he couldn't do. Hell, I even helped him with his homework.

This time Ty was the one who sighed. "That's easy for you to say. You have the night off and actually get to go."

I chuckled silently. Dad had specifically put Ty on dead watch so he wouldn't come to this party. He was worried that Ty would make a move on my best friend Al.

"Miranda Janelen Holland!" a voice called. Speak of the devil. I turned around.

Allison Ankh, my best friend - practically my sister - was a knockout, I had to admit. She had her mother's heart shaped face and sweetheart brown eyes, along with an amazing body. It came with being a slayer; we all worked out so much it was almost impossible not to have a decent body. Al's most striking feature though was something she inherited from her dad. They both had a penchant for dying their hair a different colour every month. This month was bubblegum pink.

"Get off the phone," she says to me. "And come and enjoy the party! This is your first night off in, like, forever."

I rolled my eyes. It was true that I had less nights off than some of the other slayers, but I still had fun on my nights off. And just to prove it -

"Let's do some shots," I told her and she immediately grinned.

She led the way over to the bar - yes they had a bar. Al's mother was Reeve Ankh, an extremely wealthy surgeon and Dr. Ankh's father before her was also a wealthy surgeon. When he died, Al's mother inherited his money and has earned even more than he ever did. Their house was a freaking mansion!

Al started pouring shots of vodka. Damn it, she knew that was my weakness. She filled eight shot glasses in a row and turned to me. "Okay," she clapped her hands together. "You're going to do all of these."

"What?!" I was fun but I wasn't that fun!

"Come on!" she exclaimed. "I'm not gonna get another night like this for months! You never take nights off, you need to lighten up a little, let loose."

I thought about that for a minute. Sighed. "Okay. Fine." I took a deep breath and - God help me - downed the first shot. Al cheered and handed me the second one. I downed that one too and held out my hand for another. More people were cheering at this point. Al handed me a third, fourth, fifth shot. I downed them all. By the sixth I still wasn't really feeling it, so I told her, "Pour four more shots!" She obliged and after my tenth I only had two more shots left. A crowd had formed around me by now, a couple of our slayer friends included. The twins - slayers - William and Jason were cheering me on, pumping their fists in the air every time I took a shot. Finally I finished my twelfth shot and took an unsteady step towards Al. Oh no. Bad idea. I was going to be feeling every one of those in just a few minutes.

The floor started spinning a little bit. Al laughed.

"This is amazing!" She screamed. "I never get to see you like this!"

For some reason I found this as hilarious as she did and started giggling. I never giggle. Shit. This wasn't good. My parents were going to kill me. I started tipping and hands shot out to catch me before I fell to the floor. One of the twins was holding me up. Wait, no, now there was two.

"Up you go," said the twin holding me as he set me back on my feet. This time I was able to stand on my own. I smiled up at him.

"Hey, thanks -" I started but I was cut off.

"What the Hell is going on here?" Someone stepped up between the twins, pushing them out of the way. Ryn Martin. Another slayer.

Al screamed, "We got Rane drunk!"

Ryn's eyes closed and he let out a breath before he snapped them back open and focused on me. It felt like he could see into my brain. I didn't like that. He was asking me something, but I was stuck. I couldn't look away from his eyes, those little flecks of blue within the brown burning into me. "Rane! Miranda!" He was snapping his fingers in front of my face. I blinked and refocused.

"What?" What was the question again?

"You're drunk?" he asked me. Uh-oh. He looked mad. I giggled.

"So what if she's drunk?" Al came to stand next to me. "She can do what she wants, it's her night off."

Ryn glared at her and said, "What if they need back up? I'm the only one here who isn't intoxicated."

Who said intoxicated? Robots. Robots said that. Normal people just said drunk. I laughed at this. I was really funny. Ryn glared at me. I guess he didn't think I was funny.

There were conversations going on around me, something about being responsible. I was back to looking at Ryn. He was really pretty. But not, like, girl pretty. Guy pretty. He had jet black hair and those amazing eyes. And tattoos. Such pretty tattoos! They were all in black and white. Huh. He needed some colour. I opened my mouth to tell him that but then realised he was already looking at me. And I was stuck again. Those eyes always got me. Then he was talking again and my eyes snagged on his lips. They looked so good. Had they always looked that good?

My phone vibrated in my pocket. That got my attention. I pulled it out and saw that it was my brother calling.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Rane," Ty panted. "We need back up. Now. There's so many, more than we thought there would be."

My panicked eyes found Ryn's. "Oh no. That's not good. Very not good."

"What? Rane are you drunk?"

"No!" Ryn motioned for me to give him my phone. I shook my head. He took it out of my hand anyway.

"Hello?" Ryn's face got darker as he listened to whatever Ty was saying. "Okay. I'm on my way, I'll get whoever I can." His eyes moved to me and narrowed. "No she won't be coming."

I closed my eyes. I was going to be in so much trouble.

I hope you guys liked the first chapter of this story, I'm going to try and post a new chapter every Saturday. Let me know if you liked the story and thanks for reading :)