An '81 Oldsmobile sped down the street. Music pounded from inside, a heavy techno beat that vibrated through Vanessa and made the Followers turn. The car swerved, and its wheels bounced over the curb and onto the sidewalk. The bumper plowed through the inky shadows. Hellish screams filled the night as the shape-shifters scattered, only to return and hover in a menacing cloud.
Tymmie dropped the hamburger and held on to Vanessa. She wrenched herself free from his grip and ran toward the car. Spectral hands tried to catch her by the feet, but she hurtled over them.
The passenger-side door flew open.
Vanessa threw herself onto the front seat and shut the door before the shape-shifters could sweep inside.
― Lynne Ewing, The Final Eclipse