This is an old story I edited.  It's not completly horror but it's totally horrific.  Vote and enjoy.  150 votes or August 3rd for the next part.

 Cover on side by @farctate

Another horn went off in the distance. It was five-thirty. Rush hour traffic was upon the highway and everyone seemed unusually irritable during the pounding hot evening.  The dry one hundred and ten degree weather had no plan of letting up as day set into night.  The heat beamed off rows and rows of moving metal and sunk so deep it chewed its way into the people controlling them.  Two directions, six lanes and the Thursday before a four day weekend didn’t help quell the irritability of thousands of drivers on the I-8 freeway.

Drivers severely slowed from their rushed seventy-five miles per hour trips home as they admired dark plumes of smoke just cresting the distant mountains.  Fires.  Fires were one of the worst fears of people living in this particular city. Yet, if one were to look at the calendar, it was indeed November and that four day weekend just so happened to be Thanksgiving.  It was the perfect time for the dreaded yet famous Santa-Anna winds to pick up and roar over the countryside for days on end.  And whenever the Santa-Anna blew through strong terrible fires always followed.  This particular Thanksgiving wouldn’t be celebrated with happiness and thanks for hundreds of thousands this weekend.  It could be guaranteed to be filled with worry, fear and devastation.

Before the thousands of worried drivers could get home and collect what few things they could shove into a single car, before they could gather their families, pictures, and most prized possessions to run off hoping their house was one of the ones spared, two powerful beings which had been covering the news over the past week clash on the very I-8 that was now being blanketed with thick smoke.

It happened quite suddenly, as if they had been fighting for a while now and the poor I-8 just so happened to be the next destination of the destructive, mind-boggling battle.  Black smoke pealed out of nowhere directly in front of a speeding SUV—the driver merely trying to get to his home deep in the mountains before it was too late.  Something solid and human shaped was hurled at the windshield.  The SUV slammed into it head on, the windshield shattering inward on impact.  The blinded, shocked drive spun the wheel in panic, not knowing he just sent his vehicle into a crash course with the center divider.  His vehicle struck the concrete just as suddenly as the solid object had stuck his windshield.  The force of steel smashing into concrete at well over sixty miles per hour sent the vehicle into a full spin. The entire mess of steel flew up barely balancing on a single, crushed headlight.  Glass flung in every possible direction as a smashed door, unable to hold onto the SUV’s broken frame any longer launched directly into the air.

The same mysterious smoke that first appeared in front of the vehicle reappeared and engulfed the door as it hit the peak of its upward arch and started its decent.  From the inside the wreckage of the flipping mutilated SUV a thick white beam projected itself into the air and aimed at the door landing square on the forehead of a pale girl mysteriously behind the falling door.  Her black hair spread out with the fast moving air spewing out of a black hood that shaded her entire head.  The white beam burned her pastel skin leaving a neat red circle near the center of her forehead.  Angered by the beam and her failed attempt at hurling her opponent into the speeding car the girl twisted her body into smoke and brought the door with her, zapping it out of existence along with herself leaving only sickly smoke behind.

Then he was there—the second attacker, the one hurled at the car.  He stood unharmed on the center divider right after the crushed concrete where the SUV drilled into it at full speed. He had light brown hair that seemed unfazed from being hurled into a car, the only evidence of any damage was a couple chunks of glass unknowingly knotted within his gray tennis shoes.   He watched the skies from his balanced spot on the center of one of America’s most crowded roadways.  As he stood perfectly still he rubbed his neck where a tight knot of what looked like veins covered the center of his throat. He watched as panic exploded over the highway, as cars collided into others while being drilled by the remains of the SUV.  The anxious drivers turned from impatient and rushed to horrified.  The damage was innumerable.  “You don’t have to do this Lilly!”  The boy yelled out a plea in hopes it somehow reached the ears of his attacker. His voice was still boyish while years of hardship covered his skin. Multiple poorly healed scars filled his sun-aged flesh and his brown eyes were aged at least ten years more than his voice.

He didn’t see the door coming, but he knew from the circumstances of her disappearance that it was currently her best, and only, option as a weapon.  It came fast and well-aimed.  It also came nearby giving him no opportunity to dodge it.  Still enveloped with black smoke from the exit of her teleportation it slammed into his side like a baseball player slamming his one hundredth home run. She released the bulky metal bat and it flung into some odd direction well clear of the now frozen six lanes on the opposing side of the I-8.  As the door hit the boy he flung across the packed six lanes of traffic like a rag doll heaved across a playground.  He bounced freely off several cars and even managed to smash a windshield before he came to a sudden stop by demolishing the top end of a tall brick retainer wall and sliding limply down.  She quickly followed the trail of dented and smashed cars hopping from car windshield to car windshield thinking it was a game as she cracked or smashed all glass in her path.

Once standing over the limp body spread across the melting hot cement with her hair dangling just slighting out from her hood and exposing several bright red highlights she said in a toying voice, “I was told to kill, no, commanded to KILL! I can’t, oh no, mustn’t disobey!”  As she leaned over the body she let her hair trickle down over her face and felt a single tear run down her cheek. Quickly she rubbed her gloved left hand over a golden bracelet covered with diamonds on the other.  As she tried to twist the bracelet the skin instead moved with it, as if the bracelet was soldered onto her flesh, now red with irritation several inches in either direction of the bracelet.  Before she could continue her moment she felt the annoying raging heat on her dark clothing.  She hated the heat; she hated the sun.  She pulled the glove tighter over her left hand and rubbed the center of her forehead.  She flinched in pain as raw skin crinkled with the pressure.  He gave her a pretty good burn.  She then lowered her hand and straightened her skinny black jacket, making sure it was even with her dark blue jeans.

A hand grabbed her leg.  She tried to pull away in shock, but couldn’t.  She looked down and saw one of the boy’s hands squeezing firmly around her leg.  The body, otherwise inanimate, started talking, not out of its mouth though but rather out of thin air.  “You don’t have to do this Lilly,” the voice echoed.  Lilly screamed and kicked at the hand tightening around her leg.  It let go yet the voice repeated once more, this time louder, “You don’t have to do this Lilly.”

This angered her so she screamed at the body, “Yes I DO!” She kicked it as hard as she could.  She felt several bones in his chest crush on impact as the body was smashed back into the rough brick wall.  His head slammed violently into the wall with his body.  His body bounced off the wall and ricocheted far into the slow lane of the highway.  Blood drizzled out from his now cracked skull and spewed onto the concrete.  The thirsty cracks in the road sucked up the blood almost as fast as it spewed out. 

Now most people from the cars in the close vicinity of the initial attack and ongoing conflict had fled their vehicles, knowing what the latest newscast stated, “If you see the infamous self-proclaimed Queen Dammed, also known as Lilly fighting a mysterious boy run… run for your life for death and destruction are soon to follow…”  Even on the now silent I-8, with the boy’s blood covering the road and his limp body in front of her that horrid voice spoke up even louder.  “You don’t have to do this Lilly.”

“YES!”  She exploded into new found fury as she lifted the bleeding and broken body into the air with both hands.  She looked up at the saturated red face and roared, “Why won’t you die!” she pulled her body in and prepared to throw the boy as far as she could.  During mid-swing the eyes of the dead body snapped open and locked with hers.  For a split second there was nothing except her rage fueled black eyes meeting with his cool taunting ones.  Then the body was hurled down the I-8 as far as she could toss it.

The body was thrown deep into the confused traffic building behind wreck she created.  Her rage then blew out of her body as she remembered the taunting eyes locked in with hers just before the throw.  She chased after the flying body and bounced from car to car as fast as she possibly could.  In effect the sound of the cracking glass and crushed steel sounded like a rapid fire machine gun moving down the congested lanes.  She moved so fast she didn’t even have time to hear the screams of people reacting to the machine gun of damage railing down the highway.

Her black furious eyes locked onto the small dot of the now descending body.  As she flung her a gloved hand up into the air at where he was descending the glove came off.  Lilly was so concentrated on chasing down the flying body she didn’t notice the grey bones she had pointing into the air.  She was so used to her undead hand she hardly noticed it was not public knowledge she had it, nor normal to have twisted grim reaper-like fingers instead of plump flesh.  As she slowed to a visible speed people saw the bone and screams the devil or the undead were blasted across the lanes from fleeing bystanders.

 A perfect grab.

The car ahead of her stood no chance as both her hands snagged the shoulders of the rapidly falling body and twisted it over head to give it just enough of an angle to connect with the bumper of the brand new BMW below her.  With a pool of black smoke trailing away from Lilly the boy’s body was slammed into the hood.  The entire rear of the car was hurled into the air.  The car arched into a perfect ninety degree angle with the road before landing upside down in the trunk of an F-150 in front of it.

Lilly vanished into smoke and reappeared right before the wreckage.  Breathing heavily, she looked down into a newly formed hole in the highway where the BMW used to be.  She just happened to toss him down as hard as she could right where a side street tunneled under the massive highway.  There was no way he could have survived that.  Not even someone as enduring as him could take getting hurled with that much force so deep into the ground.  Satisfied and sore from the extreme speed and heavy assault she limped slowly over to the center divider to take a short break.  Lilly sat down and for the first time realized where exactly she was.  San Diego.  She noticed the black wall moving still closer to the highway and the bands of smoke now above her.  Fire.

Something solid slammed into her head and she was forced off her resting place. Her body spun around instinctively as she flew off the divider and there she saw it.  The boy, standing in front of her unharmed mouthing, “You don’t have to do this Lilly.”  Before her feet hit the ground her body turned into smoke and reappeared behind him with a gun pointed at top of his skull.  She shot.  Just before she teleported again she could have sworn she heard the bullet somehow hit metal instead of his skull.  When she reappeared the gun was reloaded and she let off a second shot.  But the boy wasn’t there anymore.  The bullet flew off aimlessly.

A gun went off behind her and a pellet hit her leg.  Her knee buckled but she kept herself from going down by vanishing again, this time her body split into several directions.  Smoke spewed everywhere onto the highway as body parts begun to fly randomly at the boy.  First a foot appeared and attempted to hit from the back.  Blocked.  Then a fist to his stomach managed to somehow knock the gun out of his hand but was blocked from actually making contact with him.  Then an arm flung at the side of his head as an entire small car was lifted and tossed from the other direction.  The tossed car dropped suddenly two lanes from Zee as a shield stopped the arm in its tracks.  Then a gunshot went off in two different spots at once but both bullets bounced off his skin like a ball against a wall.

Outwardly tired of the assault Zee lifted a hand and locked it onto the smoky end of a leg. He swung the leg around and as if he had grabbed her entire body the rest of the body parts were flung around as well.  Her body parts quickly re-merged with each other and she bounced painfully off the side of an aged minivan. While Lilly was rolling around in pain on the ground between the minivan and a car the boy walked slowly over to her.  He crouched down to make sure his face was fairly close to hers and said, “You just don’t get it do you?  You can’t kill me.  Not here at least.  You don’t have to do this Lilly.” 

Sick of that phrase Lilly used all the strength she could muster up and lunged at the boy.  Her fingers grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him down to her.  The shirt, battered from all the damage he took earlier, ripped off.  Her eyes glazed over gnarly twisted vine-like knots buried under the skin on his neck and stomach. She didn’t have time to figure out what those were from as she sprung her fangs into his shoulder, just shy of his neck.  This was the last resort she had to rely on.  If her fangs couldn’t kill him, nothing could.

Her favorite liquid filled her mouth, its warmth and ecstasy engulfing her entire body.  But she had no time for pleasure and quickly forced its dark desires into his shoulder, away from her taste buds.  With that she started draining his body with the intention of sucking him so dry he’ll never be able to recover. Seconds ticked by as hours as the moment of truth drew closer, would this work?  One, two, three, four…

 She gagged. 

Her eyes burst open from their half closed begging as she forced her lips away from his shoulder and her fangs out from under his skin.  What she saw come out from the four neat holes she created was not red blood, but green, a dark green to be precise.  Her head started throbbing as she saw the boy turn around and face his back to her.  He scratched at the skin on his back until his finger went under a large previously invisible chunk of it.  He pulled at the flap and peeled a good half an inch thick worth of skin down as if it was a sticker.  Behind the sticker was tens of thousands of open veins, some so tiny even Lilly couldn’t even see in them and others large enough she could fit a finger inside the opening.  The veins looked as if they used to be connected to something, kind of like an electrical wire that had been severed.  The flap was like the cap to the severed wires.

Lilly tried to stand up, ignoring the bullet in her knee and the blood running down her leg.  She stumbled backwards a bit as if drunk and watched the hundreds of colored veins swirl into a dull mixture as she spat out a single word, “Zee…” 

Zee, who she figured must still be in front of her, her eyes unable to see clearly anymore, let go of the flap and it slid shut—sealing itself as if it was never opened.  He then turned around to face her and started talking, “You’re not the only undead person on this planet.  I died and came back long ago. Raised by a monster my world calls The Guardian.  I know what death looks like: Nothing.  Whatever crap you saw, whatever crap brainwashed you into thinking you could match me, into thinking you could kill me, it wasn’t death—it was nothing—someone messing with your head.  You’re a tool in someone’s charade game.  Just another chess piece they are moving around some large board… you’ve been played.”

Lilly fell to her knees then her face hit the ground.  Everything was spinning.  Her head was throbbing as more distorted sound entered her fading hearing.  It was Zee again, “I’m poisonous.  Hurts huh?  You didn’t have to do this…  Lilly.”  All sound turned into nothing and her eyelids refused to move, frozen open.  Her body locked up as the last thing she saw within her blurry vision was the white concrete divider of the I-8 Interstate.

Her six heartbeats per minute dropped to zero and her chilly 65.7 degree body began a sharp incline as the one hundred and ten degree weather began taking its toll.  With the blackening sky the city had a dark future ahead of it.  Everyone knew… the fires were coming.