Bitemarks 1.9

Wow. Monday already? That was quick. :S I have ordered a new computer. So I may find myself busy for a few days, setting it up, transferring everything over from my old computer etc so you'll have to bear with me. Also, it's incredibly difficult to find out information about military callsigns. So I had to just go off information I already had. Don't expect it to be too accurate. ¬¬

Bitemarks 1.9

"Hotel One Niner this is Zero Alpha. Please respond."
Skarletta sat in the back of the helicopter as she heard the voice crackle through the pilot's headset. She was still far from fluent in this new tongue but the messages grew increasingly urgent.
"Hotel One Niner, this is Zero Alpha. Please respond!"
Skarletta looked out of the side of the chopper at the land far below. She wasn't really sure how high a drop she could survive but this was no time for uncertainty.
"Fly lower." she commanded the pilot and the chopper began to descend.
"Hotel One Niner this is Zero Alpha. Intercept en route."
She didn't like the sound of that. Intercept. She pulled the chopper's side door open and peered out. They were getting lower. She waited. Waited as long as she dare. Waited until it felt right. When she judged the height to be sufficient she ordered the pilot to ascend again and then leapt from the chopper. She'd chosen her point specifically for the tall buildings she could see below her, reducing the height of her fall dramatically. Still it hurt as she crashed onto the solid concrete roof of one of the buildings. Despite their strength the bones in her legs snapped clean and rocketed through the skin and she struck the back of her head hard against the unyielding surface and passed out.

When she came to night had fallen. She rubbed the back of her head. It felt intact though it throbbed like crazy. Her body's unique metabolism had taken care of her wounds while she had been unconscious and she tentatively rose to her feet. The bones had repaired and she was thankful for that. But now she felt the hunger again. The need to feed to replace that lost life energy. Food first, she told herself, then she would have the energy to spawn some distractions.
The roof she was on was high but not as high as the drop from the copter. She leapt nimbly over the edge and landed catlike on a lower roof nearby. From there it was a simple drop to the alleyway between the two. Her initial bone breaking fall had left her uniform trousers in tatters and she reminded herself of the need for clothing to blend among the Dherroine. She needed to orient herself with this place. She peeked out of the alley into the lit street. People milled about, going about whatever business kept them from their domiciles at such hour. She checked behind her. The alleyway continued around the corner of the smaller building and she followed it. There was a male Dherroine at the other end, leaning unsteadily against the wall. He smelt funny and so did his blood. Instinct told her he was not good to feed upon and so she made to walk past him.
"Well hello there darling."
His hand fell on her shoulder as she passed him. Unusual. She actually fought the urge to tear it from its socket. What did this filthy Dherroine want so badly that he dare lay a hand upon her. It took her even more by surprise as his grip tightened and he spun her round to face him before shoving her back hard against the alley wall. Bemused, Skarletta stared into the man's eyes. The man leered at her and she smelt the stench again. It was coming from his breath. Memories flooded back to her. Certain beverages containing a substance, alcohol, she rolled that word around her brain, alcohol which made Dherroine act foolish and tasted foul to her mouth. Even while she mulled this thought over she felt the man suddenly stuff his hand, forcibly, down the waistband of her trousers. She had no idea what this fool thought he was doing but had tired of him now. Still staring quietly into his eyes she returned the action, stuffing her hand into his trousers. She took a firm grip on what she found down there, smiled wickedly, and pulled with all her might. The bloodcurdling scream that left the Dherroine's mouth was music to her ears. She headbutted him square on the forehead and watched him reel backwards. She shook her head, tossed the man's severed genitals to the far side of the alley and planted a foot in his face. There was a crunch as the heel of her foot caved in his skull and then he screamed no more. Such a pity he was tainted by that alcohol. Her hunger was growing by the second...