A/N: had a major writer's block with this, but i'm semi-satisfied with this notherless.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

"Darling, promise me that you'll come back safe..."
"Of course I will, angel."
"I'll be lost without you, and your baby won't have a father... So please, just come back safe." she sniffed, buring her face into his chest.
"Of course baby doll. Nothing can ever separate us, god forbid." He said, kissing the top of her head.

He left the next day, looking through the window, nearly crying himself at the sight of his wife, crying and clutching her stomach. BAM! He rolled behind a fallen chunk of concrete, chest heaving and pulse racing. His eyes frantically darting around for his squad mates, seeing several disguarded guns, but no bodies. It was quiet, just the sound of tinkling rocks and several distant shouts, presumably the enemy and aid, rushing to get to the scene of the wreaked army rover and abandoned building.
"Oh mother of lord..."
He captain whacked his brain. Landmine? Rocket? Or did something cause Marc to crash into the building...no.. Then I would be dead.. Oh god, where are they? What bloody happened? He closed his eyes, going several deep breaths, calming himself down. Get together! You're the captain of this squad, you're trained for this, now find those blokes of yours!
Bam! Bam! Bam!
"GET OFF ME! OH LORD, SOMEONE- ARRRAII!"
He was immediately on his feet, frantically trying to find the location of his squad mate's screams and shots. What the fuck? He rounds the corner; gun raised and-

-Stops. He can't even begin to comprehend of what lays in front of him: it's so bizarre, something out of a horror story... That all he can do is stare with a ridiculous look on his face.
Eddie's on the ground, being pinned under that... Person? Mass of clothes? Pile of brown curly hair? Oh lord, his is pale and slack.. Did the thing just make a slurping sound? Oh my god. The writhing mass snaps it head up, his face caked with mud and set in a snarl.. Just like an animal. And it's eyes.. Oh my lord. They're red. I drop my gun, forehead sweating buckets and.. Its head tilts, eyes flitting from Eddie and me, a chilling smile replacing the snarl. It's eyes pin me down as it disengages itself from him, hands-no claws- brushing and wiping on its pants. It hisses, and I'm suddenly free, turning to run and making a couple of steps until- ugh! It's on top of me, claws digging into my chest, and I scream, hand locating the handgun by my side and I shoot, not aiming, just in pure fear. A couple shots actually hit the face, and black, thick blood spills out. It screams, and snaps its head back. I try to scramble off, but the blood-if it is- gets into my eyes and I stumble, face smacking into the dusty ground.

Then it pounces. Hard. I feel the ribs in my chest break, another blow to my already abused chest. I scream, babbling between curse words and pleas for my life -no use calling for help now, I just want to bloody live- and I hear a faint chuckle, more like a hiss. Dark eyes tinged with shades of black and brown fill my vision once again, with clear madness in its depth, oh lord this better be a dream, please god.
"I really do hope you taste better than your fellow solider there, he was mournfully disease ridden. Did you know he sodomised?" a dark chuckle-like hiss yet again.

"What-what-ssp!agh! What are you talking about? What are you?" The news of Marc commiting such a sin unnerved me, Marc would never do those things he's not a bloody-wait. Taste? Like it's going to eat me?

"No! NO! GET OFF ME, YOU BLOODY PSYCHOTIC WANKER! OH GOD! GET OFF ME!"

With on final cry he stopped thinking, a human's survival instincts taking over.

Such easy beings to take advantage of. Sergei hops up, brushing the dirt from his pants and shirt with the palms of his hands. He regards the mangled corpse, its body completely drained by him, cheeks hollow and sunken in. It was definitely better than the last one. He licks his lips and cleans his claws up, sharp tongue expertly lapping up the excess blood up, not caring about the dust that had settled on the ends. He surveys the area around him, empty but he can hear the sounds of artillery wagons and crisp marches and smiles. Wars. Insignificant battles, that only serves to feed my hunger even more. He cracks his neck at an unholy angle, and disappears with a giggling laugh.

R&R for cookies and rainbows! (: