PREFACE:
You tore down the front steps of your best friend's house, wincing as the fabric of your jacket brushed against the deep claw marks in your back. Adrenaline kept you from stopping as you ran for a block or so in the dark of night, only stopping to catch your breath when you were sure that...thing, whatever it was, had stopped chasing you. Continuing on, you took a few steps with your arms draped over your head as your heavy breathing slowed. Whew, I'm finally safe- there's gotta be a payphone around here somewhere, you thought to yourself- in your rush to leave, you had left your cell (and, unfortunately, your money for the payphone) at your friend's house.
After walking for some time, lost in this strange town, you finally came across a woman dressed in dark clothing talking on her phone. However, her back was to you, and the hood on her jacket was up- the only way you could tell that this was a woman was the freakishly-long fingernails that hung from her side. Still a bit shaken from the previous events at your friend's house, you were hesitant to ask to use her phone...whatever, you thought, she has a working phone, and I have no money or my phone- I'm in no position to pass this up. Plus, I haven't seen anyone else for, like, an hour.
As you got closer to the woman, you noticed something dripping from the fingers not holding the phone, pooling below them on the pavement. Suddenly, a breeze caused the woman's hood to fall, revealing a shiny silver mane.
You gasped, frozen in place. A whispered "O-oh my god," was all you could muster, as the woman turned completely around. Her face was all too familiar...but what really gave it away was the liquid dripping from her fingernails.
It was blood.
And even worse, it was your blood.
"B I L L I E"
