Leah kicked an empty beer can on the yard of Anna-Beth's house. Her green eyes hurt, and a headache made it worse. She hadn't slept all night; she was the designated driver, and the last person she took home was only an hour ago, at five in the morning; his name was Jason or Jack. He wasn't drunk, but he didn't have a license to drive. Jack (or Jason) was Anna-Beth's distant cousin from Wisconsin. He was dumb and immature, yet the same age as Leah, 17.
She stopped in front of her car and reached in her pocket for the keys. She stopped moving her hand around her pocket when she felt a small piece of paper. She slowly pulled it out.
To: Leah Beatrice Johnson
From: International Slayers Union (I.S.U.)
Note: Leah B. Johnson,
You have been selected as an American Representative for the I.S.U.! Congratulations! The Slayers of I.S.U have all voted to let you become an official member.
Please respond as soon as possible. You are needed.
Sincerely,
Anahimi Colopis, Head Founder of International Slayers Union.
Leah looked at it, baffled. She never heard of ISU. The whole thing seemed a hoax. She shook her head and crumbled the paper up, throwing it on the ground. She looked in her pocket again, found the keys, and unlocked the door. She got in and put the key in the ignition, then turning it.
Vr-vr-vr-vr-vr-kasush. It didn't start. She tried again, and again, and again. Swore and beat the steering wheel with her hands, swearing every time her hands hit the wheel. She then stopped and rested her head on the wheel, closing her eyes. She breathed in slowly and deeply a few times. She opened her eyes again, and noticed something strange. She looked outside the front window; it was dark. Her eyes widened, she looked to the left, then the right, and ran her hands through her brown hair, trying to make sense of the impossible. She closed her eyes and opened them again. It was still dark, but outside stood a woman, surrounded by light. Her eyes were open, staring at Leah. Leah stared back. The woman didn't move, neither did Leah.
What do you want? Thought Leah. Suddenly, the glass on her front window broke, going toward Leah. She screamed and put her arms in front of her face. Glass went into her hands. When the glass was behind her, Leah looked at her bloody hands, then at the woman; she was changing now. Her light was now gone, her eyes were black, her hair turned to spiders and snakes. Leah's heart felt suddenly cold.
Why don't you run, Leah? A voice said in her head. Leah opened her door and ran opposite of the woman. She looked back; the woman was still, her eyes closed. Leah turned her head, noticing that only feet in front of her was a drop. She stopped. Her body was cold, her mind was cold, and she was terrified. She looked back. The woman was only feet from her face. Her eyes were still closed. Slowly, the woman's body started to produce sharp glass, blood at each point. A small one from the woman's neck flew out and hit the side of Leah's throat, making her bleed. Leah knew what the woman's glass was going to do now. She turned and jumped.
