The young man sang as he waltzed down the street. He was an odd looking
fellow, his shoulder-length blood-red hair fell into his equally crimson
eyes. The lad looked about 19, 20 at the most, tall and lanky.
"I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today..."
He looked at his black fishnet shirt and shivered. He forgot how cold it
got in England when he was packing back home in New York. Not to mention,
his faded black jeans, which where torn off at the knee, where not helping
him keep warm. He continued to walk through the dark, grimy streets of the
urban-decaying town not too far away from London.
"Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise..."
His knee-high black buckle-and-lace boots shuffled lightly as he walked.
The soft sound of his shoes and his singing where the only noises in the
night as he walked. There was also a soft clanking sound emitting from his
black gym bag in his left hand. What was inside the bag, no one really
knew.
"I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin..."
'Z's the name and Vampire and bird-hunting is my game' was his saying. 'Z',
which is short for 'Zevon', was what most people would call a 'head-strong
and horny teenage boy.' Z denied this fact, except for the horny part. Z
was always looking for people of the night, women or vampires.
"Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye..."
Z pushed his red sunglasses onto the top of his head and smirked. A woman
in a short skirt and a black leather halter top sat at the curb. A Floozy
no doubt. Her dyed blonde hair messily did in a sort of beehive fashion.
Her eyes where shaded by darkness.
"Guess I can have some fun tonight," he smiled as he walked up to her. The
Floozy either failed to notice him, or ignored him.
"'Ey, pretty little girl, I've got 20 pounds in my back pocket, what can I
get for that?" Z asked in his so-called, sexy voice. Actually, it sounded
more like he got his bullocks in a vice while being beaten by a dying cat,
but no one bothered to tell him so.
The Floozy turned to him and smiled, showing long, white fang-like teeth.
"Whatever you want, baby," she said in an inhumanly sexy voice.
Z smiled. "You sure 'bout that?" Z asked in disbelief.
She smiled and held him, her head close to his neck.
"Sure thing, baby," she kissed him. Z smirked.
"Sorry, I made a mistake, I don't do Leeches," he said suddenly.
"huh?" the Floozy asked, confused.
Suddenly, the whore hissed and turned into dust. Z smirked, holding a
silver spike in his hand.
He laughed and kicked the sand, putting the spike back into his gym bag.
"Damn, I thought she was human also," Z pouted slightly, walking again,
singing.
He hummed to the tune of 'Moon Dance' outloud as he walked, trekking,
looking for more leeches to kill
fellow, his shoulder-length blood-red hair fell into his equally crimson
eyes. The lad looked about 19, 20 at the most, tall and lanky.
"I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today..."
He looked at his black fishnet shirt and shivered. He forgot how cold it
got in England when he was packing back home in New York. Not to mention,
his faded black jeans, which where torn off at the knee, where not helping
him keep warm. He continued to walk through the dark, grimy streets of the
urban-decaying town not too far away from London.
"Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise..."
His knee-high black buckle-and-lace boots shuffled lightly as he walked.
The soft sound of his shoes and his singing where the only noises in the
night as he walked. There was also a soft clanking sound emitting from his
black gym bag in his left hand. What was inside the bag, no one really
knew.
"I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin..."
'Z's the name and Vampire and bird-hunting is my game' was his saying. 'Z',
which is short for 'Zevon', was what most people would call a 'head-strong
and horny teenage boy.' Z denied this fact, except for the horny part. Z
was always looking for people of the night, women or vampires.
"Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye..."
Z pushed his red sunglasses onto the top of his head and smirked. A woman
in a short skirt and a black leather halter top sat at the curb. A Floozy
no doubt. Her dyed blonde hair messily did in a sort of beehive fashion.
Her eyes where shaded by darkness.
"Guess I can have some fun tonight," he smiled as he walked up to her. The
Floozy either failed to notice him, or ignored him.
"'Ey, pretty little girl, I've got 20 pounds in my back pocket, what can I
get for that?" Z asked in his so-called, sexy voice. Actually, it sounded
more like he got his bullocks in a vice while being beaten by a dying cat,
but no one bothered to tell him so.
The Floozy turned to him and smiled, showing long, white fang-like teeth.
"Whatever you want, baby," she said in an inhumanly sexy voice.
Z smiled. "You sure 'bout that?" Z asked in disbelief.
She smiled and held him, her head close to his neck.
"Sure thing, baby," she kissed him. Z smirked.
"Sorry, I made a mistake, I don't do Leeches," he said suddenly.
"huh?" the Floozy asked, confused.
Suddenly, the whore hissed and turned into dust. Z smirked, holding a
silver spike in his hand.
He laughed and kicked the sand, putting the spike back into his gym bag.
"Damn, I thought she was human also," Z pouted slightly, walking again,
singing.
He hummed to the tune of 'Moon Dance' outloud as he walked, trekking,
looking for more leeches to kill
