That's Not My Door

"Don't even think about it." Leah snarled, grasping Toby's throat, refering to his little ghostly disappearing act.

All Toby could do was nod quickly, quivering in his friend's grasp. "L-Leah, you're choking -"

Leah's grip tightened, making him choke louder. "You're already dead, it makes no difference." She snarled bitterly, hoisting him up in mid-air.

"Leah, please -" He begged, only to have her cut him off again.

"Oh, look," She glanced to the wall in front, turning around so that he could see it, too. "There's your door." She smirked wickedly as indeed a black wooden door appeared in the middle of the bare wall.

Toby's eyes widened, wondering what the hell was going on. "No. No, that's not my door!" He suddenly panicked, knowing what was about to happen to him. "Leah, don't! Please!" He squealed, wriggling desperately in her grasp.

As she slowly approached the door with his throat still in her grasp, he panicked even more, feeling his fear fill him completely. He tried to do his ghost thing by disappearing out of her grasp altogether, but it felt as though she was blocking him somehow, which scared him all the more.

-x-x-x-x-

He didn't know how or why, but Tom found himself standing outside Leah's house. After debating about it in his mind, he finally forced himself to walk up the garden pathway. He was about to knock on the front door when he suddenly heard yelling from inside. He frowned, curiously wondering over to the window and was about to peak through until he felt a hand on his right shoulder, causing him to swirl around, stake at the ready.

Hal stood behind him, hands raised in surrender. "What're you doing?" He asked, sounding as curious as Tom looked.

"I 'erd shoutin'." He informed, finally taking a through the window. "Hal, look!" He hissed quietly, grabbing the vampire's wrist and dragging him to the spot beside him.

Hal's face drained at what he saw. "Oh my God."

"We 'av to 'elp 'im!" He exlaimed, refering to Toby as she rushed towards the front door.

Hal followed rather slowly, not looking as confident as the werewolf all of a sudden.

However, Tom wasn't going to wait around for him this time as he busted open the front door with just one kick and went barging straight into the living room.

Leah stopped, being just two more steps away from sending Toby through the horrid black door.

Hal followed hesitantly. He had to admit that he was a little afriad of Leah, now that he was certain of what she was and certain he certainly was.

Tom held his stake at the ready, but just stood there, not knowing what to do and also a little thrown off by her bright red and rageful gaze.

"Get out!" Leah yelled at the both of them, her grasp slowly tightening around the ghost's throat. "This is none of your business!"

Tom lowered his stake, but stood his ground, looking as confident as usual.

Hal still didn't look so sure, but knew that he couldn't just abandon the werewolf, as much as it was for Annie's sake, Tom had become his friend and he found that he didn't want to leave him, saving his own skin like he would have selfishly with anyone in the past.
"Leah, I don't wanna 'urt ya, but I will if ya give meh no choice." Tom stated, keeping eye contact with her, watching her every single move.

"Tom, don't be stupid." Hal hissed, glaring at him. He knew that Tom wasn't in the same danger that he was with this creature standing before them, but that didn't mean she wouldn't kick the shit out of them both without even having to resort to her "dark side".

Tom ignored the vampire, keeping his eyes on her bright red ones.

"Fine!" Leah growled in frustration, throwing Toby to the flow rather harshly and in the process the black door behind her slowly disappeared, leaving the wall as bare as before. "You have my full attention." She said, glaring at Tom as she faced him.

"Toby, get to our 'ouse and let Annie know what's goin' on." Tom instructed, still not tearing his gaze from hers.

Toby nodded, still looking rather shaken before disappearing, finally getting to do his "ghost thing".

"We... Are going to die." Hal muttered to himself.

"Too right." Leah smirked, obviously having heard. She cracked her neck rather disturbingly before simply walking upto Tom and smacking him in the face without any warning.

Hal's eyes widened as he watched the young werewolf fly across the room, smashing into the TV. His eyes snapped to hers as she just stood there, smirking at him.
"YOU, I don't even need to lay a hand on." She teased, knowing that he knew what she really was by the look of terror on his face.

"Leah -" Hal didn't even have the chance to go any further or make any movement at all. His entire body suddenly went completely numb, like he had no control over it at all and he knew that was exactly what was happening. His feet slowly began to dangle as he floated a couple of inches above the ground.

"I think I'd like to hear you scream as I "destroy" you slowly." Leah stated with a wicked smile.

Hal got what she meant as he suddenly gained control from the neck upwards, knowing that it was all her doing, of course. "I was wrong, I know that now and I'm sorry." Hal admitted, being genuine.

Leah didn't quite see it that way. "You're sorry?" She asked calmly. "Thank you. All better now." She added, still calm. She slowly walked up to him, a sly smirk growing just as slowly across her lips. She stopped in front of him, staring him up and down, clearly checking him out. "You're pretty... For a corpse." She added the last part with a bitter snort.