Vindicator: Prologue
Don't you hate it, when you get a song stuck in your head that you can't stand? It frustrates the hell out of me. Normally when that happened I'd go out and grab something to eat, just to get my mind off it. I did it for over one hundred and twenty years, and it never failed. Guaranteed shit song cure.
It's the little things like that you take for granted.
Now I've got some boy band tune pounding around my skull, and I'd almost prefer to try and bite someone for the pain of it. It'd feel better than this. Bunch of sodding wankers is what they are, those boy bands.
Bloody wonderful. Nothing good on the box, and that crap on practically every radio station. I should stake that idiot Harmony for burning up my records. I could really do with some Pistols right now.
It's gonna be sundown soon, at least. Not that it matters much, I get around during the day all the time, but you can't really do anything fun while you're hiding from something that's everywhere. The thrill of running out in daylight's gone the first time you burst into flames.
I've got nothing to do a fair bit these days. So I always end up thinking. Not your standard light thinking, it's, you know, that deep stuff. The 'how did I end up where I am?' type.
This fucking type.
I hate it when I'm in this sort of mood. It reminds me of the little nonce I was before I met Dru. The 'poet'. The 'good man'. The poor sod that got trampled on every day of his worthless life.
Funny how much death has done to make me feel alive.
Yeah, right bit hysterical how alive I am. I'm sitting in an old crypt, no good telly, no decent radio…and once I'm out, I won't be able to do a bloody thing. Vampires live for the hunt, and I can't do it. Well, I can't hunt to kill, anyway. I've gotta settle on another form of prey.
And at least I still get to go after my enemy while I'm at it. And if I catch her, the prize for it'll be so much sweeter than a simple kill.