[Salone]

Lev peered at his quarry with hunger from the top of the roof. The smell of blood was assaulting his nose. He had taken a bite, and he hungered for more. Raising his rifle, he shot again. He fired a third time. A fourth. He slammed the bolt back and forth to his gun, ejecting the fifth and final shell in a matter of moments. His shoulder ached from the rapid and very intense recoil. But the pain was distant in his mind, and his mind was a very dangerous place to be at the moment.

FEED!

Lev leaped in to the air from the rooftop. Hands splayed out in front of him, he soared through the air as much as he plummeted, gaining momentum. The weight of both him and all his supplies hit the woman, hard. The air was knocked out of him. He was winded, disoriented, distracted.

With a feral roar, he grabbed the prone woman's head. He forced his fingers in to her mouth, pulling it open. He pulled harder, beginning to tear her lips. Objects beat against his body. Assaulted him, pierced him. It only drove him on. He began tugging sharply and quickly, wrenching her lower jaw back and forth. With a sickening crack he ripped it from the rest of her skull. Jerking one last time, he pulled the rest of her skin away, removing the lower half of her mouth entirely from her body. He went for the rest of her, his now bloody and blood drenched body lunging downward as his teeth sank in to what was left of her mouth, ripping more flesh and sinew out. His mind was gone now. Only what was inside him held control for the moment. And while it held control, it fed.