A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Withdrawing his hand, he remained quiet for a brief time. Steadily, his lips curled up into a grin. "Is that all?" Several giggles left him. He turned his back to her and continued to laugh. The creature walked over to the coffin before he leaned against it.

Her face turned into an expression of puzzlement. Fright remained, but she didn't know what he was getting at. Was her statement that childish to say? It had taken immense courage for her to utter those words directly to his face. "What do you mean?" she asked quietly, fearful of the answer.

Completely amused, he rested his hands on the back of the coffin. "Honestly, I wouldn't expect less. I murdered your friend and left a gruesome surprise for you. I also probably gave you nightmares for the rest of your life and am still terrorizing you." Another giggle left him. "If you didn't despise me, I would seriously wonder what's wrong with you." His grin turned into a wistful smile. "I wouldn't mind you bowing at my feet and singing praise to me. It would certainly make this whole arrangement easier, but I seriously doubt you doing that."

Disgust wrote itself on her face. "Who ..."

Cutting her off, he giggled, and his grin returned. "I know; it does sound crazy, but some have. They would betray their teammates and say how amazing a creature I was. H*ll, some of them even killed their teammates for me and brought them to me as an offering. That has been both to gain my affection and to try and escape me."

"Did you kill them?" she questioned, but she already knew the answer.

"Of course, I did. I didn't take interest in them. None of them had the courage to offer me a bite. It was always someone else." She was about to speak, but he silenced her with a mere grin. "I know already. It was unintentional, but you still did offer me a bite. And, then you bit me to make matters more interesting." His fingers stroked where the bite had been.

"There was also the fact that they were trying to tame me. They wanted to claim that they had turned the murderer into a loving companion. Honestly, the idea sickened me. They treated me like I was some berserk dog who needed training, and it was a complete insult to my intelligence. I choose who I give my affections to if I even decide to. They must be earned, but that doesn't relate to your case."

His eyes pinned themselves on her, and she froze. She had moved a little towards the lock picking gear. He had been distracted, so she thought that maybe she could get the jump on him. It wouldn't have been running out on him, so she wouldn't have initiated option B. Leaning forward, he remarked, "No, you wish to kill me. You desire it so that I may be gone from your life."

The creature hopped off of the coffin and headed towards the lock picking gear. He picked it up, and his grin became challenging and serious. "But, you better plan your attack wisely. You'll only get one chance. If you fail, I'll take it that you wish to start option B. You wouldn't want that, would you? Or, do you? You still haven't told me your answer."

"But that wasn't part of the deal earlier!" she shouted as though he were a teacher giving out a ridiculous assignment. He giggled in response before he tossed the lock picking gear to the other side of the mausoleum. She backed away from him as he took careful steps towards her. The creature crouched down in front of her and rested his long nails under her chin. Her heart began to pound loudly again, and she nearly closed her eyes. Almost, she apologized, but she bit her bottom lip to hold her tongue.

"Does it matter? I can add and subtract things when I want. I'm making the rules here, but I'll promise you that I'll hold true to option A. Option B is a little more unpredictable, but it'll always remain the worse of the two. At least, that's my opinion. Your parents won't be harmed if you give me residence."

"I ... where would you stay here?"

"Well, I certainly don't intend to stay in this small place. The person in the coffin isn't even fresh." Her eyes darted to the stone object, and she now noticed that the lid was angled a little bit. Looking back to him, he grinned and giggled lightly. "Surprised? You really shouldn't be after what I pulled back in the tunnels." His nails fell from her chin, and he stood up. "Anyway, I'll be staying inside your home. You have your own bedroom, right?"

Looking at him like he was crazy, she remained silent. Giggling, he tapped his nails against his other arm. "Well, where else did you think that I would go? Your parents don't go into your room often, or do they? If they do, then I'll have to stay somewhere else. Just know that if you lie to me, it won't turn out pretty. They'll learn about me and have to become part of our little partnership. If they refuse ... Well, we shouldn't worry about that."

Almost at a whisper, she spoke, "They ... don't."

"Good, then there's your answer. Really, the arrangement won't be that bad. I'll be asleep when you're up and vice versa."

"I'd rather be up when you're up." There was no way that she would be able to sleep with him lurking around her room. She would probably wake up with a limb missing or bite marks. A chill ran up her spine at the thought.

"Oh? Well, you can adjust your schedule. It's up to you. Just know that you'll have to see me eat, then. I don't mind, but," he giggled, "you might."

"You plan to store your meals in my room?" she asked, disturbed. Having him there would be enough. She did have to work with corpses when she helped her parents, but that was different. There was a mini fridge in her room, but she didn't wish to open it and find a human head inside. Her stomach turned at the idea.

"Of course. Otherwise, your parents might get suspicious. And, I'll need to store the parts since my eating habits will have to be reduced." He sighed dramatically. "I'll have to go back to how I ate before the tunnels." His eyes looked to her as though she were mere meat. "It really makes me want to kill you right now." Blood drained from her face, and she curled up again.

Another sigh left him before he leaned against the coffin once more. "So, what's your answer? I need to know who I should kill for my next meal. Otherwise, I might take a little bite out of you." She could tell that he was holding himself back. Hunger burned in his eyes, and she was probably only looking more delicious by the second.

Still, she didn't desire either option, but she was too terrified to risk anything. Her voice refused to come out as she parted her lips. Amused, he motioned for her to continue. "Op-op-option ... A," she finally managed to say. A loud clap resonated throughout the space as his hands smacked against each other. His eyes lit up, and he giggled.

Not sure what to do, she remained where she was. He was still a deadly creature that could kill her whenever he chose. His left hand extended out, and she shook her head. "Do come on. My hand will get tired. I'm not going to cut off your hand." She didn't move. A frown appeared on his lips before he lifted her to her feet.

Before she could act, he shook her left hand with his left. His nails glided over her skin, but they didn't break it. When his hand pulled away, she sighed in relief and drew her hands close to her. "Excellent! We now have a deal, (f/n)." Hearing him say her name made her heart freeze. It was terrifying.

Taking a step away from him, she glanced towards the doors. His gaze followed hers, and he smirked. "You're free to go back to your home now. I'll see you later." Almost, she ran out of them, but his voice stopped her once more. "By the way, keep our little arrangement quiet. If more people know, your parents will find out easier. And, do remember my kill count. A few guns will do little against me."

(F/n) picked up the flashlight before she glanced back to him. He smiled to her, and he now sat on the coffin. "Is there something else?" he asked, clearly not minding her staying longer.

Hesitation was evident on her face. "Your name ... what is it?"

Smile growing, he responded simply, "I don't have one. You're welcome to pick one of my many nicknames, though: killer, murderer, creature, etc. They don't bother me. Or, you can keep addressing me as you have been."

She had been expecting some fancy name, not that reply. Her brows furrowed momentarily before she turned away from him. (F/n) would use whatever came to mind first, then. There wasn't a need to be formal with him, and his nicknames suited him. Other lists of names popped up in her head too. Glancing down to her flashlight, she smirked. Before she left the structure, she turned it on and blinded him briefly. A scream hit her ears, and she heard a loud thud. Pleased with herself, she left the mausoleum and closed the door behind her.