Prologue - Rage

Song: Rage by Mary Magdalan

I wanna sedate

I'm bottling hate

And I'm filled up with rage.

It had been centuries since that night I saved my sister from an untimely death. Of course, she would never had been put in harm's way if it weren't for me.

I had turned into a monster those many years ago..

Now I scoured the earth in search of something I had yet to find. I wasn't quite sure what exactly that was. I hadn't spoken to my sister for decades; she had decided to find out exactly who she was. I had thought that might have been the object of my search many times, but shrugged it off almost instantly every time.

I knew who I was. I was Ginger Fitzgerald, and I was a werewolf. Although, it seemed my transformation was much different than the werewolves of this time.

To me, these creatures were repugnant, mindless dogs. They travel in packs, acting in groups hoping it will make them stronger.

But they had nothing on me.

The werewolves in this time, though more attractive in their transformed bodies, were weak and simple minded. I had fought many that tried to destroy me, trying to achieve the glory that was the title of being the killer a legendary old world monster.

Yeah, like that shit would ever happen.

But there was only one species I despised more than these flea-ridden mutts.

The fucking vampires.

Blood sucking, arrogant, and lethal, that was the best way to describe these beings. I had encountered a few, the scent of my blood drawing them to me like moths to a flame. I slaughtered the newborns with ease, ripping their limbs apart and bathing in their blood. I had resisted feeding from these lifeless zombies, fearing the effect of their blood on my body. I had only been able to control the monster inside me some decades ago, injecting myself with regular doses of Wolfs bane. I was able to control when I changed with these doses, although it was much harder to revert back once I changed. It took the utmost concentration, and it was excruciating. I was still able to change when I had taken my necessary injection, that part was easy. All I had to do was give into the monster inside me. This was nifty if I had to fight on short notice. I was powerful, even in my human form, but older vampires were much harder to take down this way.

But older vampires usually weren't stupid enough to fuck with a werewolf as powerful as me.

My changed form was horrendous. I looked much like the modern werewolves looked when they were bitten and not born. I wasn't an actual wolf, I was the dictionary definition of werewolf. That whole rumor about changing at the full moon was bullshit. I changed whenever I felt like it, or when I couldn't control it with my own formula of necessary drugs.

This was why I wandered.

The vampires might have walked into the metaphorical 'light', but I would never allow humans to see what I was. If I stayed in one place too long, the humans would become suspicious of me. I had one instance where a young man walked out to the woods and watched me change back into my human form.

I had turned him into a pile of body parts and blood before he could tell the rest of the town what I was.

I guess it's a good thing I'm so vicious, or else explaining the butchered bodies that lay in my wake would be difficult. Luckily, the most common conclusion is that a wild animal attacked the poor soul that crossed me.

But lately, a slew of werewolves were really starting to piss me off.

I was sure that the sudden increase of werewolf attacks were related. All of the morons that had a death wish shared one thing in common.

They were branded with the insignia of Operation Werewolf.

The mere thought of these creatures idiocy made me laugh. They were stronger than most of the weres I had encountered in my travels, but they were still no match for my power. They all thought they were hot shit, but that changed when I was crushing their throats in my hand while they struggled to take their last dying breath. I couldn't understand why these mongrels kept coming when I killed them with such ease.

That was until one little puppy spoke too much.

I was walking underneath the moonlight deep in the jungles of South America when he attacked. Of course, he said the usual, 'I'm going to enjoy killing you' bit. Just about everyone I've brought to death has said something along those lines before they become a heap of bones, blood, and organs. I laughed at him and he attacked, rather forcefully. He had me pinned to the ground -or so he thought- and was snapping ferociously. I punched him off of me and he was sent flying, breaking three trees in half before sliding down a forth. I was expecting him to just sit there like a good dog and wait for me to send him to hell, but much to my surprise, he got back up and continued his assault on me. Before he could reach me however, I was in front of him with my hand deep in his neck. My hand was circled around his trachea, my fingers gripping it from the inside. He continued to try and attack me before I told him I could end his life with a mere muscle movement. I looked at his eyes, and they were filled with madness. I was sure this poor excuse for a wolf was high on damned dead man blood. He confirmed that with his last words.

"Russell Edgington would do worse to me than you ever could!"

I crushed his throat and ended his life. I licked the blood from my hands and threw the lifeless body into the river.

I didn't know who the fuck this Russell guy was, but I was going to find him and kill him for sending these pesky werewolves after me.

And that's what brought me to Jackson, Mississippi.

I'm filled up with rage

Somebody take me away

Cause I'm filled up with rage..

A/N: So what did you guys think? I know I shouldn't be writing this while I'm still in the process of Darker Than Black, but I had a lot of inspiration. It also doesn't help that I'm at home sick so I'm kind of stir crazy. It will probably continue being written with songs as chapter titles with the song reflecting the chapter. I thought it was a nice touch. In case you didn't read the story info, this is based on Ginger Snaps: The Beginning's Ginger and around season 3 of True Blood. (Duh, it has Russell so of course it's around that time.) I'm really inspired and in a really good mood considering I'm sick so I might just start the next chapter right now. That's all depending on your reviews. =]