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

Eyes scanning over her body slowly, the creature smirked and giggled. (F/n)'s heart pounded in her chest while her eyes only displayed terror. She struggled to get free, but his haunting eyes shot back to hers. "I already told you that I'm going to bite you several times. If you keep moving, I might accidentally stab you. Then, you would get blood all over this couch, and I'm sure that you couldn't hide that from your parents."

Her eyes wide, she realized that he was right. Was that why he had chosen to eat on the couch so that she could fight less? Her body still fought against him, but its struggles were dying down. She had to force herself to calm down, or the damage would be worse. If anything, that only made his current position more terrifying. He smirked. "Good girl." Another series of giggles left him before his left hand glided down her torso.

His nails lifted up her shirt until her whole midsection was revealed. Her legs moved as she wanted to knee him while a shiver ran through her entire body. The sensation of his nail tips running along her skin lightly was dreadfully teasing. Almost, her body had the urge to press more against them to end the feeling, but she forced herself to press more into the couch, which only made it worse.

"You really have nice skin." His nails stopped, and he leaned down towards her more. "It's making it really hard to only choose one piece, but I need to savor you." He giggled and made eye contact again. "After all, you're my little helper, and there's only one of you." She bit her bottom lip to force back a scream. The creature looked away and lowered his head more until his lips were touching her skin.

Quivering, she held back another cry. Steadily, his tongue ran across her skin. His teeth grazed it. Her legs ached to kick him so that she could run off, but she couldn't create a commotion with her parents nearby. If they heard anything else, they would know that something was up. She shut her eyes as his tongue ran across her again. A whimper escaped her lips, and he stopped. (F/n) could feel him giggle against her.

Each puff of breath seemed like it could end her. All he had to do was bite down hard, and she'd become a bloody mess. His lips touched her skin again, and he licked it once more. He hadn't even bit her, but her taste was intoxicating. The creature was having a hard time not sinking his teeth into her flesh and enjoying the most likely divine treats inside.

Tongue stopping, he pressed his teeth in more before he bit down lightly on the area. Her body tried to sink further into the couch, but he only lowered himself more. Another whimper left her, and her wrists shook in his hand. He bit down harder to see if she would try to scream. Only more quiet cries left her. When he started to pull, however, he caught the beginning of scream. Swiftly, his right hand released her wrists and covered her mouth. His left hand stayed near to her neck so that she wouldn't try and attack him.

Tears ran down her face and hit his hands as more cries exited her. He removed the small piece of flesh completely while crimson filled his mouth. The creature chewed and swallowed, entering complete rapture. Her taste was sweet but also tart. Remembering a conversation that he had overheard back in the tunnels, he imagined it to taste like how the humans had described dark chocolate covered cranberries. It was certainly a new taste to him. She fit his taste buds perfectly. Truly, he would have to hold onto her for long as he could.

The creature licked some of the blood up that was pooling around the wound. It was like cranberry juice, and he smiled against her skin. He wanted more of her, but he had to let her go so that her injury could be treated. After he allowed himself one more drink, he lifted himself up and licked his lips. His hand remained over her mouth before he picked her up.

Crimson stained his hoodie, but he could care less. He was used to having bloody clothes. Besides, he could savor the smell of her blood for longer then. Once he entered her room, he walked straight to the bathroom. Her eyes remained closed, and her hands weakly pushed against him.

Setting her on the sink, he leaned her back against the mirror. He had cleaned up the blood from his work earlier. Bones stuck out of the shower, though, but she would have to deal with them tomorrow. The creature saw no reason to hide them. Her (e/c) eyes finally opened, and she glared at him harshly through her tears. She shoved his hands away. "I can tend to myself. Just get away," she managed before she cried more.

"Clearly, you can't. Your crying is only going to make that worse." His left index finger pointed to the injury as though it were a harmless speck of dirt. Giggles left him. "You're not going to die, (f/n). You're acting like I removed a whole limb from you." More sobs left her, and she kicked him. He shook his head and opened the medicine cabinet. Finding what he needed, he remarked, "You're going to wake your parents up and lead them to here."

She quieted down. He peered over his left shoulder and saw her biting her lip. The creature giggled again before he grabbed the supplies. His eyes turned to the blood that was still leaking out of her, and he paused. It would be a crime to let that go to waste. "Stay where you are and don't bandage yourself. If you do, that wound is only going to hurt more."

Before she could say anything, he took off. It wasn't long before he was back and with the container from before. "Hold this below your wound." She shook her head and scowled at him in disgust. "Oh, so you want another piece of flesh removed tomorrow, then." A flash of fear rushed through her before she reluctantly took it and held it so that her blood could be collected. Giggling, he patted her on the head before he went to work.

(F/n) did her best to ignore him as he cleaned and bandaged the wound. She tried to look past the fact that her blood was being collected in a container; however, this caused her to look towards the bathtub. Her body shook lightly as she saw the skeleton hanging out of it. Its jaw was open as if he had been screaming when he was killed. Most likely, he had been.

Easily, she could see him sitting there. His body was bloodied and bruised while five puncture wounds decorated his chest. The male's eternal scream haunted her ears, but it changed to laughter. He mocked her situation and said that she deserved it. A chill ran over her body, and she wanted to cry more.

With her attention so focused on the deceased, she didn't notice that the creature had finished. He followed her gaze over to the skeleton. From the looks of it, she was seeing something again. Raising his nails, he flicked her on the forehead lightly. Her hands instantly shot up to the spot, and her eyes rested on him once more. "You're welcome," he giggled out before he took his container and headed out of the bathroom.

No blood was drawn, but the contact stung. She glared in his direction and hopped off of the counter. Her midsection protested, and she groaned some. When she looked down, she cursed. Crimson coated the top of her pants. They would need to be thrown out.

Feeling drained, she headed into her room tiredly and retrieved another pair of pajama pants. She stepped back into the bathroom and made sure that she didn't look into her fridge since he had it open. (F/n) noted how all of her things had been removed. Luckily, most of the items could be at room temperature as well.

Closing the door, she changed and was glad to find that her underwear weren't ruined. Once her new pants were on, she reentered her room. She would've stayed in her bathroom, but her old acquaintance had already taken residence in there, and she didn't want to share a room with him. The creature was now sitting on her bed and was watching the television that was in her room. Her television was much smaller than the one in the living room, but it fit better in the smaller space.

Again, he was watching a cooking show. Was he trying to find tips on how to cook people? The idea made her sick, but she kept her distance from him. She was tempted to go sleep on the couch again, but her father would grow suspicious if he found her there in the morning. Reluctantly, she climbed into her bed and winced from her wound.

Light from the television bothered her, but he had it on mute at least. Still, it made her wonder how its light didn't bother him. Every other artificial light did. "Isn't that hurting your eyes?" she grumbled out as she stayed on the far end away from him.

"Yes. My eyes aren't fully opened right now. I've been adjusting myself to it so that I can be entertained while you sleep. There's not much else for me to do here unless you want to stay up and entertain me."

"No," she simply remarked and rolled over so that her back would face him.

"Suit yourself. Though, I already know that you're not going to sleep. You're too scared that I'll make a move while you're asleep in here. So, it would be better if we did something together. That way we both don't have to be bored." He didn't receive an answer from her, and he giggled. "Fine, give me the silent treatment. I wonder if you can keep that up every night from now on."