The market place in Ahto City was full of living beings browsing wares and trying to get all their stuff at a much cheaper price. For some reason all of them seemed to be convinced of the very fact that all of the goods were ridiculously overpriced. Of course the shopkeepers tried to convince their customers in turn that these were actually the right prices, but guess what . . . nobody would buy that. Pardon my pun.
So, now that we've set the stage, you up for a little stroll? Because amongst all these living beings, all these people who thought they knew the way of the world so well, all these creatures so used to peace and serenity . . . amongst these precious souls stood one man who wasn't as alive as the others (although he did a very good job at making it seem so) yet in a sick and twisted way he was . . . in a way he was actually the most alive of everyone present.
He was incredibly hungry, and if you would look into his crimson eyes you would see it. You would see those eyes were lit up with a crazy kind of energy, a hideous power that seemed to swirl around this man like an eternal, everlasting storm of darkness and death. The individual reeked of death, and the living beings gave this one a wide berth.
He thought that was ****ing hilarious.
He let his eyes wander over the fishes laid out on the wooden table and he licked his lips. He had to still his hunger and he had to do this now. His awful jaws must be sated otherwise he would go mad. Otherwise he would start to jump and jive and cackle and laugh and shout and cry, and it wouldn't be a pretty sight. It would be disastrous for the people in the market square. It would be disastrous for himself.
It would be disastrous for that entire kriffing planet.
He clenched his hands to fists and buried his sharp nails into his palms, the pain snapped him out of it for the moment but the bloodlust was still there. Just not as overwhelming as moments ago. He simply continued to browse the wares, walked past the shops and finally he stopped. Our handsome, dark madman stopped because his red eyes spotted someone in the crowd. A pretty face, a pretty smile; a pretty girl wearing pretty clothes. Heh, she was young, yeah. She was very young. Twenty-something years old, really in the prime of her lovely life. Too young for him, certainly, considering he had seen more than seven-hundred winters already, but that was okay. It wasn't like she'd taste any different than anyone else, right?
And so he approached. Step by step. He could feel it in his stomach--the sensation--and he felt how it spread through his body. All the way to his toes and his fingertips and way up to his throat where it lingered awhile and made him unable to breathe for the moment. It ascended to his brains and he felt a little light in his head, but that was okay too. Actually, that was just his mind--or was it his soul?--telling him that he needed to feed.
He emerged from the crowd and stopped right in front of her. He pulled back his hood and a handsome face with twinkling green eyes appeared. He smiled, not slyly or anything, but friendly in fact. And the moment she looked into his eyes she was doomed.
They left the market place and they entered a building, a room; an empty, cold room where nobody would disturb them. But he wasn't here for love . . . he was just so ****ing hungry.
When he turned toward her his mask fell off his face and his crimson eyes were there, his demonic face was there, his black hair and his razor sharp teeth were there. He grinned first, then chuckled and finally burst out in demonic, maniacal laughter that filled the entire room: WOOOOAHAHAHAHA!
He shook his head. He pounded his own head with his fist a couple times, knowing that he almost let the bloodlust take control again. He still giggled every now and then but he tried to suppress this. Meanwhile, the girl sat there in the corner, terrified. So incredibly terrified. She had no idea what that creature was that had lured her into this trap. She really hadn't the faintest idea!
"I'm sorry," he said in a low voice, and he wanted to add something, but he couldn't because he burst out in laughter once again. He fell to his knees and tore at his own hair, and continued laughing. Soon the laughter turned into intense screaming and it burned in his throat. It hurt. Oh, it hurt so much! It hurt it hurt it hurt because
HIS JAWS HAD TO BE SATED!
And so . . . it . . . happened.
He crawled over the floor toward her while she was paralysed with fear, just utterly paralysed! She didn't dare move a single limb out of fear he would just lunge out at her and maybe tear off an arm, or rip away some of her skin. Her eyes grew wide with terror when she saw the saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth and the tears glistening in his eyes. Was that regret? Was that sadness? No . . . it couldn't be. He was a monster!
"You're so lovely," he said with his big eyes wide open, his pupils incredibly small and a nasty, sick, sadistic grin on his mug. "So so so so looooovely!" He giggled again. He giggled and tittered as if someone was tickling him. Frankly, he just wanted to give her a compliment despite it all.
So she sat there in the corner, her back against the wall, her legs stretched out in front of her, and he slowly crawled over her until their faces were only inches away from one another.
"Beauty," he whispered. "Beauty beauty beauty . . . I love thee so. I love thee soooo. So much. So so so much. So pretty. Shiny eyes! Shining. I want you in my heart, my love."
The sensation of fear was killing her, consuming her, totally tearing her soul away and leaving nothing behind. Only emptiness and doom. But for him it wasn't a problem. He just leaned in some more and licked her cheek with his tongue, and then right before she passed out she saw how the proboscises slithered out of the holes in his face--holes that had been invisible at first. Finally she realised what he was.
A hungry Anzat.
So hungry.
So ****ing hungry.
And he stilled his hunger.
And he sated his jaws.
And he became whole again.
Slowly he rose to a stand and his eyes became the twinkling greens once more. His nasty grin transformed into a handsome smile. His black aura disappeared.
He was a normal human being once more.
Marten Hill turned toward the exit of the building and left. He would search for someone, and he would get down to business. He had much to do, and there was much to talk about.
He looked forward to this.
Tee-hee.
So, now that we've set the stage, you up for a little stroll? Because amongst all these living beings, all these people who thought they knew the way of the world so well, all these creatures so used to peace and serenity . . . amongst these precious souls stood one man who wasn't as alive as the others (although he did a very good job at making it seem so) yet in a sick and twisted way he was . . . in a way he was actually the most alive of everyone present.
He was incredibly hungry, and if you would look into his crimson eyes you would see it. You would see those eyes were lit up with a crazy kind of energy, a hideous power that seemed to swirl around this man like an eternal, everlasting storm of darkness and death. The individual reeked of death, and the living beings gave this one a wide berth.
He thought that was ****ing hilarious.
He let his eyes wander over the fishes laid out on the wooden table and he licked his lips. He had to still his hunger and he had to do this now. His awful jaws must be sated otherwise he would go mad. Otherwise he would start to jump and jive and cackle and laugh and shout and cry, and it wouldn't be a pretty sight. It would be disastrous for the people in the market square. It would be disastrous for himself.
It would be disastrous for that entire kriffing planet.
He clenched his hands to fists and buried his sharp nails into his palms, the pain snapped him out of it for the moment but the bloodlust was still there. Just not as overwhelming as moments ago. He simply continued to browse the wares, walked past the shops and finally he stopped. Our handsome, dark madman stopped because his red eyes spotted someone in the crowd. A pretty face, a pretty smile; a pretty girl wearing pretty clothes. Heh, she was young, yeah. She was very young. Twenty-something years old, really in the prime of her lovely life. Too young for him, certainly, considering he had seen more than seven-hundred winters already, but that was okay. It wasn't like she'd taste any different than anyone else, right?
And so he approached. Step by step. He could feel it in his stomach--the sensation--and he felt how it spread through his body. All the way to his toes and his fingertips and way up to his throat where it lingered awhile and made him unable to breathe for the moment. It ascended to his brains and he felt a little light in his head, but that was okay too. Actually, that was just his mind--or was it his soul?--telling him that he needed to feed.
He emerged from the crowd and stopped right in front of her. He pulled back his hood and a handsome face with twinkling green eyes appeared. He smiled, not slyly or anything, but friendly in fact. And the moment she looked into his eyes she was doomed.
They left the market place and they entered a building, a room; an empty, cold room where nobody would disturb them. But he wasn't here for love . . . he was just so ****ing hungry.
When he turned toward her his mask fell off his face and his crimson eyes were there, his demonic face was there, his black hair and his razor sharp teeth were there. He grinned first, then chuckled and finally burst out in demonic, maniacal laughter that filled the entire room: WOOOOAHAHAHAHA!
He shook his head. He pounded his own head with his fist a couple times, knowing that he almost let the bloodlust take control again. He still giggled every now and then but he tried to suppress this. Meanwhile, the girl sat there in the corner, terrified. So incredibly terrified. She had no idea what that creature was that had lured her into this trap. She really hadn't the faintest idea!
"I'm sorry," he said in a low voice, and he wanted to add something, but he couldn't because he burst out in laughter once again. He fell to his knees and tore at his own hair, and continued laughing. Soon the laughter turned into intense screaming and it burned in his throat. It hurt. Oh, it hurt so much! It hurt it hurt it hurt because
HIS JAWS HAD TO BE SATED!
And so . . . it . . . happened.
He crawled over the floor toward her while she was paralysed with fear, just utterly paralysed! She didn't dare move a single limb out of fear he would just lunge out at her and maybe tear off an arm, or rip away some of her skin. Her eyes grew wide with terror when she saw the saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth and the tears glistening in his eyes. Was that regret? Was that sadness? No . . . it couldn't be. He was a monster!
"You're so lovely," he said with his big eyes wide open, his pupils incredibly small and a nasty, sick, sadistic grin on his mug. "So so so so looooovely!" He giggled again. He giggled and tittered as if someone was tickling him. Frankly, he just wanted to give her a compliment despite it all.
So she sat there in the corner, her back against the wall, her legs stretched out in front of her, and he slowly crawled over her until their faces were only inches away from one another.
"Beauty," he whispered. "Beauty beauty beauty . . . I love thee so. I love thee soooo. So much. So so so much. So pretty. Shiny eyes! Shining. I want you in my heart, my love."
The sensation of fear was killing her, consuming her, totally tearing her soul away and leaving nothing behind. Only emptiness and doom. But for him it wasn't a problem. He just leaned in some more and licked her cheek with his tongue, and then right before she passed out she saw how the proboscises slithered out of the holes in his face--holes that had been invisible at first. Finally she realised what he was.
A hungry Anzat.
So hungry.
So ****ing hungry.
And he stilled his hunger.
And he sated his jaws.
And he became whole again.
Slowly he rose to a stand and his eyes became the twinkling greens once more. His nasty grin transformed into a handsome smile. His black aura disappeared.
He was a normal human being once more.
Marten Hill turned toward the exit of the building and left. He would search for someone, and he would get down to business. He had much to do, and there was much to talk about.
He looked forward to this.
Tee-hee.
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