[This is the other thread, for my stuff so it doesn't bog down my prompts thread] PART ONE The respawn was a lovely thing! Absolutely wonderful in so many ways! Not only did it keep bringing people back from what would normally be rather violent horrible deaths, but it did so rather efficiently. No scars, no remaining pain and perhaps the best of all? It...blurred things a little. Most times, the deaths were so quick it did not matter. A head shot here, back stab there what did it matter? However a flamethrower, that was painful and...tended to linger in ones mind. Except..for when it didn't. Respawn liked to make deaths..just a little blurry. Sometimes it wiped out any memory what so ever of the deaths and the only way you knew was by the scoreboard! Why was this nice? Besides the obvious? Well! It meant that the times he was...hungry went unnoticed. It was a little more difficult then he would have liked, considering the muddling of memory only held a small period of time. One could not take their time and expect the entirety to be wiped clean! But those moments when a backstab takes a life, those few precious seconds were all he needed. A few of those in a round and he was content. No, not content but full. Content would be taking his time, enjoying it even! Alas, times had changed and it was a far different world out there, one he found he had no part in anymore. Which of course brought him here, to this dingy little hellhole so far from his beloved city. It was far easier to live like this however, not live but feed and it was here that he saw him for the first time. He wasn't quite sure what had prompted the shuffle and he did not care, the previous sniper was a broody creature that huddled in his little nests and rarely bathed. For some reason or another, he was replaced at some point. Smoke curled above his head slowly as he recalled sneaking about the corner, slowly drawing his balsong and relishing the soft 'snk' sound it made as he flicked it expertly in his hand. It should have been an easy kill, the hard part was finding the man, once that was over it was just a sneak to his unprotected back and then a swift stab. This one though, was different. He had slunk forwards, lifting the blade with a slow smirk curling his face and just as he drove it downwards, the sniper moved faster then he had expected. Spy found himself knocked backwards, dropping his blade to the dusty ground and he backed up slowly. This was not the same sniper! Backing up slowly, he could have still taken him out. Dive for his blade or simply cloak and back up, a bullet between his eyes and moving on to a different target. It was then of course, that Sniper smiled. No, not smiled. He smirked and it was that smirk that undid him! It caught the light, glinting slightly and he was still staring at it when the kukri drove into his chest, pinning him to the wall and he woke in respawn with it still in his mind. His smirk...his teeth...tooth. A fang. The new sniper had a fang, he had fangs and why not? He could not be the only one that saw this place as a perfect place to reside! He could not be the only one out there, he had never really thought about it but...it made perfect sense! There was another of his kind here, and wasn't he something else? Bold and ruggedly handsome, not his usual fare but there was something about him that tickled his fancy so to speak. Aside from that glinting fang he had seen of course. This war had it's set hours, and after hours belonged to him. Surely the new Sniper would set aside any grudges after hours for one of his kind yes? He planned to find out. PART TWO That spy was screwy. All spies were screwy but that one was...really screwy! Only to him no less, probably some sort of smarmy trick. The problem was, he had no idea what to do about it! What was his game? Whatever it was, it was putting him on the edge! Every time he set to looking through his scope, the back of his neck crawled and it was making him miss his shots! Sometimes he was -sure- he had smelt smoke and cologne, whipping around to see...nothing! No smoke, no cologne and no spy! Which left him where he was now, determined to not miss anymore shots! He was a professional dammit and he was going to do his work! He shook off how bloody weird the whacker was being and just focused on his scope. It didn't matter! Not one bit! So what if the damned Spy barely put up a fight? The times he had caught him, more then he should considering he kept forgetting about the creaky board, there was practically no fight! The piker either ran like a coward or worse, stood there and just..stared at him! It was clearly beginning to take his toll because he was imagining smoke again! He wasn't going to turn though, not this time! He had their heavy in his sights, just a few more moments and he could take him out! He hissed as Soldier got the big man first, exploding him in a pile of gore and limbs with a well placed rocket. He huffed, lips thinning in displeasure but he waited just in case their Medic was just about the corner. What he saw however, was a Medic but not the one he was hoping for. About to turn to find a different target, he yanked his scope back to what he thought was his own teams Medic and Soldier! Staring, mouth hanging open in shock, he watched as Soldier was swiftly back stabbed. That was nothing new, it happened all the time! The shocking part was what happened after! Slowly lowering his gun without taking the shot, he found himself staring out the window blindly. In fact he was still there when the enemy Pyro found him. Waking in re-spawn, he sat on a bench before slowly removing his hat to fan himself with it, aviators slightly askew. "Bloody...hell.." he breathed, removing the aviators to rub at his eyes roughly. He couldn't have seen right! He just..he just had[b] to be wrong! That bloody Spy..he had stabbed the Soldier and then..pushed him behind an outcropping of the wall, hand knocking his helmet off before sinking his teeth in the brawny mans neck! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes...well damn he had seen it and he still had trouble believing it! Fangs...sharp glittering deadly fangs! He had damn well [b]bitten the Soldier and drank his blood! Sniper knew this because he has seen him swallow a few times and then let go only to lick the blood from his face! What the hell was going on over there?? More importantly...what was Spy's game and why was he being dragged into it??