Another One? Geez. [Marcuss]

[†The Blood Countess†]

Words match my deeds with

brutal honesty

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While the location wasn't the same, the acts committed here are: bodies have been strewn everywhere, crates are missing and so is the inventory. Computers had been wiped, cameras deactivated or ripped off from the wires and all cellphones had been smashed to their basic components. Still, scenes like this didn’t upset the Countess, but the fact that this killer is still on the loose is. Again he or she had been clever by making sure the smell of blood and other substances –cleaning supplies, oil—prevented her from catching an original scent. Amoura heaved a sigh, brushed her bangs from her visage and stepped over the corpses in search of anymore clues. Maybe the murderer, or murderers, forgot one of the crates and a question could be answered. Her fingers curled into the wood and she pulled back the lid for the crate to reveal a cache of weapons. This is just getting more and more cliché by the mom—wait. Amoura reached down and grabbed one of the supposed guns and inspected it closely. The exit area for the bullet was far too small for it to cause any damage, unless that wasn’t the intended purpose. While her terminology on these weapons was sparse, she at least knew how to unload it. Instead of being greeted by bullets, strong capsules filled with something red spilled onto her open palm. Wait, red? Couldn’t be. One of the capsules fell and was crushed beneath her foot, unleashing the scent of vampiric blood. “So, you’re creating a bunch of fledglings? But, why? Who are you?”Amoura turned her hand over to let the rest of the bullets fall. “I wonder who the idiot is.”

never forget

these choices were made by me

[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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"Then that makes two of us.." A deep, but very sadistic sounding voice shouted from the other side of the room. It came from the darkest corner of all, just behind another crate. All that was visible to the naked eye was the burning end of a cigarette, smoke escaping and filling the air with a tobacco scent. Slowly a man with long hair parted down the middle, wearing a black Armani suit emerged from the shadows. His hand slowly crept up to his face and flicked the nearly finished cigarette from his mouth. Upon coming into view, he dug his hands into the pockets on his suit top. He scanned the woman before him from head to toe. She had pale skin, that would be his first hint in the evaluation. She was very skinny looking, and managed to rip the top of a crate that had been nailed shut on all sides with her bare hands? Yep he was most definitely in the presence of a vampire. “I imagine with all this shit everywhere, you were unable to pick up my scent. Just like those damn werewolves, im pretty sure you’re kind can smell human blood as well. Good thing all those corpses were fresh.” He wasn’t trying to taunt the vampire, but show that he wasn’t afraid, if she were the kind to feed on peoples fear. He obviously didnt have enough evidence yet to make the assumption whether or not she hated humans, but seeing as most vampires did, the probability was high. Even though vampires hated humans, a lot of them seemed to trust Marcuss, and even employ his services. He made his way on the other side of the crate from the vampire. A small opening in the roof let the moonlight flourish in, and light up a silver crucifix he had hanging around his neck. His eyes dipped off into the crate. He saw she had already emptied the bullets into her hand, and found they were filled with blood, as opposed to bullets. “Yep.. Thats blood alright.”

code by crayola, aka anastasia

[†The Blood Countess†]

Words match my deeds with

brutal honesty

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Amoura drew out her gun, spun and aimed for Marcuss. With all the fresh blood, it was difficult for her to disern his species--and the fact that he was there the entire time--, but he wasn't showing any signs of being supernatural. The ancient immediately began to check him for aggression or chance of attack while her nose wrinkled from the tobacco: his body was relaxed, his heart at a steady rate and no weapons were in his hands--looks like it's safe to let her guard down for now. Breath wasn't needed for the dead, but regardless, she inhaled and expelled a sigh of relief. "My apologies. It's true that I didn't know you were there because of this mess" she shoved her gun back into the holster and let her long coat cover it, "can't exactly blame me for being suspicious since I haven't found a single survivor at any of these scenes--this is the third or fourth one I've encountered." The Countess diverted her gaze to the blood-filled bullets and crushed them to get a whiff of the contents--it wasn't recognizable. "Frustrating part about this is blood never tells enough truth. I know this is that of a vampire, but I can't tell if it's from an ancient or a fanatic fledgling wanting to spread this 'gift'." Because living forever is the most amazing thing in the world, right? Wrong. Everyone dies eventually. "So, I guess I'll ask why you are here."

never forget

these choices were made by me