It was the day of the rally. The cheerleading team walked out into the middle of the gym, getting into their formations. They were wearing tight red and white uniforms. Malia couldn't help but look back at Willow's butt, nodding to herself at the sight.

"Our finest hour; No stopping us now; You can't resist our power; We're the forces of nature: That's what makes a star; We may look like girls, but that's not all we are; Give up now 'cause you're gonna be beat; We're out for power and you're in for defeat; We join our hands together, see the perfect shape we make; Our five-point tradition is impossible to break; Garno Verto Immortalis," the cheerleaders repeated.

However, Malia and Willow said a different spell. The two stayed up all night, trying to find a spell that would stop Stephanie. In the end, they decided to use Google Translate. They really hoped it would work.

The students began to doze off, their mouths hanging open as white wisps flew out of their mouths.

"Converterent alica immortalitatis. Hoc erit ultra pythonissam," Malia and Willow said together.

The two repeated that spell, but there were only two of them and four other cheerleaders. Willow decided she was sick of watching the souls flow into Stephanie, so she butted the cheerleader to her side.

Malia did the same, pushing them out of formation. Some students were beginning to wake up as the formation got messed up. Stephanie turned around and attempted on shooting a spell at them, but Scott, having snapped out of his daze, tackled her to the gym floor.

"I'm not really sure if Google translate worked, but I'm going to just assume we helped," Willow whispered.

"Get out or we'll be forced to hurt you," snarled Scott.

Stephanie grunted, looking at Willow, Malia, and Scott. She knew what they were and she knew she

wouldn't be able to defeat a werecoyote, a werewolf, and a vampire at once.

"Fine, but I won't forget you three," snarled Stephanie as she picked up her pom-poms and stomped out of the gym.