Eat you alive (Marcuss)

[SABEN MEINHARD]

The dull blade good and proper ,

I'm bleeding heavily and feeling sick Although I have to fight to stay awake I keep eating while in convulsions It's just so well seasoned and so nicely flambéed and so lovingly served on porcelain And with it, a good wine and gentle candlelight Yeah I'll take my time You've got to have some culture - - - - - - - -

Getting bored with what he found in New York City, Saben had decided to make a trip over to Moscow. He was certain they'd have a few lab rats to play with as well. Once he arrived, he took immediate interest in a group of vampires. They seemed to belong to a coven or group of some kind, and that got Saben's attention. Killing off who he could, Saben began to target the group, hoping to piss off whoever their leaders were. He loved causing trouble and angering others, finding it humorous to see their reactions. As for tonight though, he had no such plans. That group of vampires weren't on his mind at the moment as he caught sight of a young woman, walking along on her own with purse in hand. A smirk came to his face as he watched from an alley. What he'd just found, was prey. Being in the presence of Saben, whether you were on your own or not, was a mistake that numerous people have made, and died for as well.

Once she passed by, Saben immediately followed through and took stride behind her. With a calmness settling over the area, she picked up on the sound of his boots as he walked along the sidewalk. This caused her to pick up her pace, slightly looking over her shoulder when she did so. Only moments later, she looked back again, this time seeing Saben completely before taking off in a run. Saben ran after her, but only for a moment before ducking back into another alley. Hearing the sudden silence, she slowed some and turned once more. This time, Saben was no longer there. Knowing she'd probably slow down, he took advantage of this as he took a path where he'd be hidden from view. Keeping his eyes on her, she watched as she stopped, darting her head around to try and find him. Even though she was keeping an eye out for Saben, this was a good distraction, and the moment he'd been waiting for.

When her head was turned away, he darted back out into the sidewalk. She turned to his direction the next second, and was immediately face to face with him. Just as she tried to run, Saben grabbed her arm and smirked. "Running from me would be useless. I'm saving you the effort." He said to her in Russian, that sinister smile plastered onto his face. The young woman immediately began hitting him with her purse, only causing the smirk to widen on Saben's face. With a speed that proved he was inhuman, he grabbed the purse from her, easily ripping it from her grip and tossing it aside. Seeing just how quick he was, she immediately stopped, taking the moment of shock to simply stare at him. Again, Saben took advantage, grabbing her by the throat and shoving her against the wall. "Not so willing to fight back now, are we?" He asked, still speaking in Russian so she could understand.

His free hand then went to her midsection as he moved it along her waist. She didn't take this well, and quickly went to try and slap him. She wasn't quick enough though, and Saben's hand moved to grab her wrist to keep her from hitting him. "Seems I've found a bit of a feisty one. Let me assure you though, I have no intentions of..." He paused for a moment, as if thinking of another word to use. "...violating you. I'm simply seeing if you're armed." These days, hunters tended to pose as the weak, hoping to draw in anyone who wanted to do harm. If this was the case, she'd likely have a weapon on her. Just as he expected though, she didn't. He could feel the fear radiating off of her, something that didn't happen with hunters. What she did have in common with the hunters though, was that she was simply human. Saben could kill her with a flick of his wrist...but he liked to have more fun.

As he finished up searching her, only taking moments to do so, the woman began to silently pray. She knew he wasn't human, and was simply giving in. Typical for humans. "Praying won't help." He said to her. "So it's best you stop before you piss me off." It was as if his words fell on deaf ears as the woman continued to pray, closing her eyes as she did so. Reaching into his coat, Saben drew a hunting knife, not even allowing a few seconds to pass as he drove it through the woman's gut. She let out a scream, and Saben smiled. "There. That stopped it, didn't it?" Pulling the blade free, he slowly licked the blood from it, taking in the taste with yet another sinister smile crossing his features. "You need a bit more salt, but it'll do." After speaking these words, he drove the knife through her again, only pulling it back out so he could shove it in once more.

Doing this multiple times, the woman finally went silent from her cries before falling limp. Saben caught her for a moment, but quickly tossed to the side where had some more room. Normally, he'd torture his victims and ensure that their death was long and painful. However, he was hungry, and looking forward more to a meal. Besides, humans died too easily. If he wanted a death to drag on, he'd find someone else who wasn't human. So with that, he walked over to the body, crouching down beside it. Pushing the knife into the already gaping wound, Saben began to cut across her gut, using delicacy as he moved around the organs. At the same time, he began to silently sing a song in German, his voice calm as he worked. From time to time, he'd sing in his native tongue as he gutted someone, often using songs that mothers would sing to their children before they went to sleep. And when he did this, he usually did so while his victim was still alive, as if trying to ease them into their death.

Before long, he'd opened the gut completely and put the knife away before reaching into the cavity. He then grabbed onto the intestines, ripping them free before shoving some of them into his mouth. Tearing a piece free, one last smile came to his face as he enjoyed the meal he had just made for himself. Being a werewolf only enhanced his antics as a cannibal. Yet, he wasn't like other werewolves. He'd never come across any other were creature that ate their prey while in human form. Saben did just that, and he often ate his own kind as well. So after downing the first piece, he reached back in and tore another organ free, tearing a piece from it as well so he could combine what he ate.

TAGGING: Marcuss! WORDS: 1189 LYRICS: Rammstein TEMPLATE CREDIT: Crayola/Anastasia EXTRA EXTRA: You don't have to post that much if you don't want to. I just had a lot of muse. XD

[Marcuss Iscariot]

Take a life That others may live that's just the way

I am the one Camouflage and guns Risk my life To keep my people from harm

Locked and loaded Voices screaming Let's go

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His target was a swift one. Moved like the wind and struck with an unpredictable precision like the lightning. Was he man? Was he wolf? A little bit of both perhaps, or all of none. Looking through the scope of a rifle, it didn't make a bit of difference. He had been trailing him from the beginning. The wolf was too busy with his own hunt to realize he was actually the hunted. The careless female jogger? Simply bait. Marcuss had met her at a cafe that morning, and promised to meet her at night again. Young females were the most naive creatures on the face of the earth. He watched the ruthless savage of beast and man rip into the young lady with ease. He began to dig through her organs and feast upon her bodily left overs. In all of Marcuss' time in war, he had never witnessed anything so .. repulsive.. so disgusting. He now knew he would take pleasure in killing such a street urchin. From beyond the trees, no more than 120 meters, the assassin awaited the moment to take out the target. His best chance would obviously be to take him out before he transformed. Judging from the moon, this one may be able to suppress his transformation, even more, being able to change at will. He had one shot to make this a clean kill. If its blown, then it could get very ugly for him very fast. The lycans heart came within his crosshairs. He took in a deep breath, and exhaled. Upon the natural pause, he slowly pulled the trigger back, firing a pure silver 7MM round from his rifle, straight toward the heart of the lycan. What fate would await...?

code by crayola, aka anastasia

[SABEN MEINHARD]

The dull blade good and proper ,

I'm bleeding heavily and feeling sick Although I have to fight to stay awake I keep eating while in convulsions It's just so well seasoned and so nicely flambéed and so lovingly served on porcelain And with it, a good wine and gentle candlelight Yeah I'll take my time You've got to have some culture - - - - - - - -

Saben picked his way through the body, eating whatever he could of the innards. In only a matter of moments, there was blood surrounding his mouth as he devoured the meat. He took his time with it, but at the same time, eating faster than a person normally would. Again, he was hungry, and he wanted to get rid of that feeling. To enjoy the flavors though, he didn't rush himself entirely. So after finishing up one of the organs, Saben licked his fingers clean of the blood before reaching back in and grabbing another one. In his human form, eating one person was usually plenty to fill him up. However, if he were in wolf form, it usually took more than that. Two people most of the time. Though again, he wasn't rushing as he picked his way through what he considered food. And speaking of which, he'd eat just about anything. Vampires, humans, other weres, maybe even an angel or demon if he could.

Reaching into the body once more, Saben stopped once a slight breeze picked up. Normally, something like this wouldn't bother him at all. At this moment though, he picked up on the smell of a human. He knew he was being followed since he could smell the same scent throughout his walk over here, but now, the scent had stopped right where he was. In an instant, it clicked in Saben's mind that he could easily be the target of a sniper, or anyone else that might've had him in the crosshairs. Out of pure instinct, Saben dodged to his left, just before the sound of a gunshot went off. He heard the bullet whip past, but he had managed to get himself out of its path before it could find its target. Saben didn't take anymore time to stand there and see who was shooting at him, that'd be a foolish move. Instead, he ducked into an alley once more, covering himself from view. From where he had picked up the scent, he figured that the shooter was about North East of him.

Once he got into the alley, Saben reached into his coat and pulled out a Springfield XD 2. It wasn't much compared to a rifle, and he never liked using it much, but he always had it around in case a hunter or two tried to start trouble. It was always them with their guns and other fancy weapons, and all Saben really used was blades. So carrying the Springfield around, was just his defense so he could even the playing field. That in mind, he took the moment to think things through. He could go back out and use his advantage of speed to get around, or, he could sit here and play the waiting game. Whether or not this gunman had time on his hands though, Saben wasn't entirely sure. Would he be able to sit here all night and wait for him to appear? Or did he have to make this quick and get something done on time? Either way, Saben had no intentions of getting a rifle round shot through his head or his heart.

Quickly making his decision, he suddenly ran back out, only taking seconds to reach the other side of the street. Now he planned to come around, and possibly see if he could gain his own vantage point. He didn't have a rifle, but if he could see where the shooter was, that'd obviously be a give away of position. From there, he could come around and try to ambush this sniper. After all, he didn't sense any other species around. That left it down to a human being, which in itself, was a disadvantage.

TAGGING: Marcuss! WORDS: 636 LYRICS: Rammstein TEMPLATE CREDIT: Crayola/Anastasia EXTRA EXTRA: N/A

[Marcuss Iscariot]

Take a life That others may live that's just the way

I am the one Camouflage and guns Risk my life To keep my people from harm

Locked and loaded Voices screaming Let's go

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The lycan was fast. Too fast. That bitch Natalia never mentioned they were like this in human form! This would by far be the hunt of his career. No man had ever even compared to this. That was the thing though, no man. This wasn't a man. This was a creation of the devil himself. The evil radiated off of him in a dark red aura that was naked to the human eye, but it was there.. His shot went off the second the werewolf stepped out of the way. Who would have thought? 458 head shots on his sniper log, and THIS is the first one missed?! It became obvious that he would not be able to hit this thing from a distance. He needed to be closer. Maybe he could get one last shot down range. Maybe he could hit him if he could come back into view. After these thoughts registered in his head, the lycan moved at ground breaking speed across the street closer to him. He was wrong. The werewolf even took out a gun. Something Marcuss didn't expect. Surely he didn't have as much experience with it as Marcuss did. "Maybe this thing can smell me.. Should have took that into account.." The game of hiding was over. Just from pure scent alone, the lycan would find him and tear him to shreds. He did still have one advantage. He hadn't transformed. He needed to take him out quickly, so he wouldn't. Marcuss dropped his 7mm rifle, and picked up his Army issued M4A1 with a red dot sight, and began to rush from the bushes into the open. "You ruined my perfect marksman record, you son of a bitch!" Marcuss held the butt of the weapon to his shoulder, and began to fire the rifle in short 3 round bursts at the lycan. The war had begun.

code by crayola, aka anastasia

[SABEN MEINHARD]

The dull blade good and proper ,

I'm bleeding heavily and feeling sick Although I have to fight to stay awake I keep eating while in convulsions It's just so well seasoned and so nicely flambéed and so lovingly served on porcelain And with it, a good wine and gentle candlelight Yeah I'll take my time You've got to have some culture - - - - - - - -

There was only a slight moment of silence before the shots rang out again, this time from an assault rifle. He picked up speed and darted into the darkness, using that for what would hopefully be cover. It was only when he stopped, that he tended to the pain in his side. He'd been hit, just under the ribs, but the bullet failed to penetrate the bone. With a sneer of annoyance, and still in the cover of darkness, he reached for his knife and dug the top into the wound. Then he pried the bullet free and put the knife away. From here, he knew he couldn't stay in one place for too long, so he went on the move again and made his way over to a ladder. It led up a building and to the roof, a good vantage point if he wanted to see the whole area and shoot from above. However, it left him in the open again, something he didn't really fancy. Looking over across the street, he noticed that the buildings were close to each other. If he wanted, he could hop from rooftop to rooftop, much like his own version of superman.

So he made his way up the ladder in a breeze, making it to the roof in only moments. From there, he made his way over towards the side that faced the street, and when his opponent came into view, he stopped. "Now that wasn't very nice." He said aloud and sarcastically. "I was only getting myself a late night meal." All the while, he kept his gun lowered so they could carry on with a conversation. If he started to shoot at him again, then Saben would simply go with his backup plan and dart off once more. Then he'd try to find a spot where he'd have the advantage. Again, it wasn't easy though when his opponent had an assault rifle, and he had a handgun. "I noticed that you've followed me though. Do you simply fancy stalking people? Or were you sent by one of the thousands of people who hate me?" It was no hidden fact that Saben was hated, and had numerous enemies.

He was over one hundred years old, and in those years, he's spent his time killing mass numbers of people. Most of them consisted of innocents, people who died for no reason, other then the fact that Saben found it fun. Surely with his antics, he's built up quite the "fan" base, sarcastically speaking of course. Saben had even gone as far as murdering and devouring his own parents, and his brother as well, but he had his reasons for that. His mother and father had simply annoyed him with their religious views and their constant pleas for him to turn himself in, and his brother...well, he just felt like killing. He remembered the day clearly, how he had paid his parents a visit to do them in. Seeing him on the news for all of his brutal and cannibalistic murders, they had cupped his face in their hands and cried as they asked what he'd become. Saben only murdered them from there, followed by his brother years later. Now, he had a new target in his sights, and that target was standing below him in the street.

Pacing along the rooftop, the muscles in his legs were tense, ready to carry him away should anymore bullets fly his way. He then hoped over to the next rooftop with ease, intending to show this being again that he wasn't human. "We could play this game all night if you'd like." He said without any real emotion in his tone. "You won't win though."

TAGGING: Marcuss! WORDS: 636....again. XD LYRICS: Rammstein TEMPLATE CREDIT: Crayola/Anastasia EXTRA EXTRA: N/A

[Marcuss Iscariot]

Take a life That others may live that's just the way

I am the one Camouflage and guns Risk my life To keep my people from harm

Locked and loaded Voices screaming Let's go

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Marcuss began to climb to the roof. He slung his m4 around his back, and moved up the ladder. He knew what was up there, and that it was armed. There were plenty of buildings around, which gave him the leaping advantage. Marcuss took note of this, and where his next possible jump could be. First, the wolf would have to reveal himself. All before Marcuss were many air vents from the building. Up and across to his left, he spotted a bunch of generators, and even further past that, the werewolf just paced in front of him. Marcuss raised his M4 and got the man in his sights. He began to slowly move towards the werewolf. He obviously knew he was there, but if he started to fire upon him, the wolf would jump to the next building.. Marcuss kneeled down for a minute, and reached into his backpack. He took out a M203 grenade launcher attatchment. He fixed it under the bottom of his M4. The wolf wouldn't anticipate this tactic. It was a tactic equally as brutal as his recent killing. "Lets see you move now wolf!!!" Marcuss aimed the attachment to the closest rooftop, and launched a single grenade. The grenade crashed against the edge of the next building, sending a portion of its roof crashing down in a burst of orange and yellow light. One of his escape routes had just been cut off. Marcuss popped the launcher out again, discarding the recently used grenade shell. He popped a new one in, and aimed to the building on the other side, incase he decided to try his luck at the next roof. "Stand and fight me, Lycan!!!" Marcuss was serious with his tone. It was time to end this.

code by crayola, aka anastasia

[SABEN MEINHARD]

The dull blade good and proper ,

I'm bleeding heavily and feeling sick Although I have to fight to stay awake I keep eating while in convulsions It's just so well seasoned and so nicely flambéed and so lovingly served on porcelain And with it, a good wine and gentle candlelight Yeah I'll take my time You've got to have some culture - - - - - - - -

Pacing on top of the building, he looked more like a predator that was closely watching its prey. And in a way, he was. His eyes were dead set on the human down below, watching every move that he made. So when he attached the grenade launcher attachment, Saben knew exactly what was coming. His legs tensed more, but his features never changed. He was ready to get out of the way should the human fire the grenade directly at him. However, he saw him aim it at the neighboring building. Just for safe measures though, Saben timed it out in his head, and jumped back over to the previous building to avoid any short of shrapnel. He then turned on his heel again to look at his target, and a smile played across his face as he heard the human's command. "Usually, I'd ask why. Humans aren't worth my time when it comes to fights." He paused for a moment. "However, you seem to know what you're doing. Perhaps I could spare you the time."

And with that, Saben jumped down from the roof, landing on top of a car before making one last jump to the ground. Focusing even more on the being in front of him, his eyes shifted from their usual green, to white. In the lighting, they more like a very light blue, a look identical to what white contacts gave you. This came natural to him though, no need for any contacts. "I should mention though, you never answered my question." Saben said as he began to walk towards the human. The fact that he had an assault rifle pointed directly at him, didn't have any effect at all. "So I'll ask you one last time. Do you simply fancy stalking people, or were you sent to kill me?" If he had to take a guess on his own, he would've picked the latter. Again, there were numerous people out there who hated him and likely wanted him dead. And if they couldn't do it themselves, then they found someone else to do the job for them.

After speaking, he stopped short to give himself some distance. While he was fast, he wasn't dumb enough to get up close and personal with the wrong end of an assault rifle. All the while, his own gun was still in his grasp. The Springfield was held at his side though, his finger away from the trigger. Should anything happen, he could rely on his speed once more and bring the gun up and have a round off in a flash. The only thing stopping him from firing that gun, was the fact that the human had his interest. Saben wanted to poke around some more and get information from him before doing anything else. As he had said, he had the feeling that not only did this person know what he was doing, but he had likely been sent by someone as well. Dealing with a hitman wasn't anything new to him, although it was always interesting to get information from then. Did Saben know the person who wanted him dead? And how long had he been followed? This was all the stuff he wanted to find out.

"No more fucking around either." He added in, warning the man in front of him against doing anything else. "My patience is extremely limited." If he was shot at again, it would only lower Saben's level of tolerance. There was a point when he put small talk to the side, and went straight to killing his opponent.

TAGGING: Marcuss! WORDS: 610 LYRICS: Rammstein TEMPLATE CREDIT: Crayola/Anastasia EXTRA EXTRA: N/A

[Marcuss Iscariot]

Take a life That others may live that's just the way

I am the one Camouflage and guns Risk my life To keep my people from harm

Locked and loaded Voices screaming Let's go

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Marcuss watched him jump off the building, and onto a car. From the car, he jumped back to the road beneath him. This man liked to talk. His conversational mood just went to show how afraid he was of having an asassin on his trail. Obviously the man has had many attempts on his life, all ending in failure. If Marcuss continued the fight, he knew he could win. If they were to judge on who the winner was so far, clearly he would have the points. His frustration was becoming clear in his words, demanding a second time wanting to know if he was hired to kill him. His answer was only met with silence once again. That is silence until he popped his clip out, and loaded a fresh 36 round mag into his M4. He held it up and once again narrowed the lycan in his sights. Of course he knew that if he opened fire, the werewolf would simply keep moving. It was time to face where all combat was born. He unslung his m4, and threw it to the ground beside him. He took off his backpack, and slung it beside his discarded assault rifle. He also took off his jacket, and pulled out a 9 inch combat knife. He twirled it in his hand, with the blade facing downwards. “If you want the answers, Lycan... Come up here and make me tell you..” He took a step back and kneeled down beside his backpack. Of course a melee fight with a lycan was suicide... Should he gain the upper hand, neither would leave alive. Marcuss took out a block of C-4 plastic explosive, and hid it beside an air vent where he would see. He kept the detonator tucked in a button up pocket on his cargo pants. It was tight fitting, so the button wouldn’t be pressed accidently. Explosions went off in his head. He could feel the vibrations of distant artillery fire even though he was in the city. His flashbacks were cutting in, and his PTSD was starting to overwhelm him. This was something he had to fight with on every assignment, so its no surprise it would pop up on his most dangerous one. If he could kill a werewolf with a knife, that would surely put him on the spot. But if he takes down a werewolf, he may have people coming to him wanting vampires dead. That could possibly be an easier fight, or maybe not. He closed his eyes and began to take deep breaths in and out. He really should be on some sort of medication. This, however, was no time for weakness. This was war. There was no simple way out. Either he would kill the lycan, or the lycan would kill him. He embraced whatever fate was ahead. He opened his eyes, and relaxed his body. “By the way, if you get desperate enough, feel free to transform. I wont consider it cheating” He was now trying to hit a nerve, taunting at the werewolf. This is where it got fun.

code by crayola, aka anastasia