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

Where she had been able to fall asleep on the couch, (f/n) couldn't do the same on her bed. The creature had been right, and she hadn't slept at all that night. She looked over to her clock and saw that it was only four in the morning. It was still dark outside, and it would be another hour and a half until her parents woke up. That gave her a good window of time to bury the bones of her late classmate. Her parents wouldn't learn of her going out in the dark. Hopefully, she would run into no guard. Otherwise, she would need quite the excuse.

She looked over to the creature, who was now watching some cartoons. He seemed to be pretty focused on them, but she knew that didn't mean anything. The creature always seemed to be aware of what she was doing when he was around.

Sitting up in her bed, she pushed her (h/c) locks back. A yawn escaped her lips, and she headed into her bathroom for her morning routine. She could hear the creature giggling when she closed the door. Whether it was at the show or her, she didn't know, and she didn't care. At least, there was a door between them.

Pulling the shower curtain back, she hid the mocking skeleton and returned to her usual schedule, which typically began much later in the morning. When she finished, she headed into her closet and changed in the small space. Dressed for the cold morning, she grabbed a hair tie from one of the bathroom drawers and fixed her hair up.

After she removed a garbage bag from under the sink, she pulled back the curtain again. The skeleton kept up its appearance. Hesitantly, she reached out and grabbed its arm. Thankfully, she hadn't eaten breakfast, or she might've puked. Soft footfalls sounded behind her, and the skeleton was soon removed from her hold. "Hold the bag open." She looked up and over at the creature. He appeared impatient.

"I thought that ..."

"I'm helping you remove him from the bathroom. That isn't burying him. Besides, I can hear you moving around in here, and it's making me hungry knowing that you're dealing with remains." He raked his nails through his hair, and his eyes looked mad with hunger. "I seriously hate this diet."

Her hands opened the bag, and he snapped the skull off before he tossed it in. She grimaced and looked away. Another bone snapped, and it was thrown into the bag. To try and distract herself from it, she asked, "How much can you survive on?"

"If I have the same amount that I had last night, I'll be fine. It's what I used to survive on before the tunnels. In the tunnels, though, I would eat six times a day. It was pure luxury." A wistful sigh left his mouth, and another snap sounded. "Lucky you, you get to eat three meals a day and snacks if you want. Quite unfair."

A chill went up her spine, and she didn't dare meet his gaze. She remained quiet and held her tongue since she had quite a few things to say to him about his state being unfair. If she talked, she might be dessert again. (F/n) suspected that it would happen again in the future, but he had her blood for tonight. Hopefully, that would satisfy him enough.

Once all of the bones were in, she peered over his way and shut the bag. His frightening grin was back on his lips, and he slapped her on the back. Nearly, she went flying forward, but she maintained her balance. "Now, go get rid of that. And, enjoy the cold. Maybe, get some of that ... oh, what's it called?" He muttered some words under his breath before he lit up again. "Coffee. You look so exhausted."

His stressing of so had irked her, but she didn't say anything. She didn't want to dig herself into an even bigger hole. Carefully, she left the room and made her way through the house. (F/n) shut off the alarm system on the door so that she wouldn't wake up her parents or alert the guards.

Heading out, she used her free hand to pull her coat closer before she adjusted the flashlight on her shoulder. Her breath danced in the air while her nose felt like it had an ice block on the end of it. She moved away from the lights and towards the maintenance shed where shovels and other supplies were kept. Once she had a shovel, she hopped over the fence and walked into the cemetery.

The flashlight, on the weakest setting, illuminated the area just enough for her, and it didn't draw too much attention. It kept sliding, so she had to raise her right shoulder a bit to keep it in place. Her eyes scanned over for a good spot, and she knew that it couldn't be in an empty plot. That would certainly scare and worry her parents if they sold a section only to find someone already occupying it.

It would make more sense to bury the remains in the older section of the cemetery. Her mother, father or she would visit the section occasionally to maintain it. Rarely, did anyone else come to it since the closest relatives of the individuals had all passed away themselves. There were also more trees in the area, and some of their roots grew above the ground. The soil below could easily hide the bones.

Reaching the area, she set down the bag and went to work. She shoveled the snow away and began to dig through the dirt. It had actually been beneficial that the creature had taken apart the skeleton since it would be easier to fit the remains in the space. Once she felt that the hole was big enough, she emptied the contents of the bag into it. (F/n) patted down the earth before she removed a pink carnation from her coat pocket and laid it down on the spot. Shoveled snow covered the area once more, but she didn't head back inside.

(F/n) leaned the shovel against the tree and set the bag down. She kept her hands in her coat's pockets and looked down at the spot. It wasn't like she had been close to the male, but she had still known him throughout high school. He hadn't been a complete stranger like Brent or Tara, and he hadn't been an a**hole like Brent either. His death didn't have anywhere near the impact that Laura's had, but it still ate at her conscious some.

If she hadn't chosen option A, he would most likely still be alive, but she would be experiencing torment. One of her parents would be dead and the other suffering, and she would've had to watch all of that. She wasn't brave enough to stand up to the creature and send guards on him. No, she was scared out of her mind. Her eyes focused on the grave that might never be discovered. At least, he had been buried unlike Laura. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, so she focused on the pain of her midsection to stop the gruesome memory.

Digging had aggravated the wound, but it hadn't started bleeding again. It only stung. She reminded herself that it probably wasn't even close to how some of the creature's victims had felt; she was lucky that she was still alive.

"That was nice of you." She jumped and looked behind her. Leaning against a nearby tree, she saw the creature. His hood was on, but the attire didn't hide the long nails at his side. He pushed himself off and walked over to her before he shut her flashlight off. "Why were you crying?" A giggle left him. "Did I kill a past lover of yours? You were looking at his remains last night pretty intensely too. Or, was that just another one of your crazy imaginations?"

Glaring at him, she answered, "No, he wasn't. He had been only a classmate, and those 'crazy imaginations' are your fault."

"Are they?" He giggled more and walked over to the burial spot. "I'm not in your head, (f/n). That's entirely on you." She was about to argue back, but he looked back at her. "I'm simply surviving." A grin took over his lips, and he cocked his head to the side. It was unsettling, and she took a step back. "Aren't you doing the same?"

There was so much that she wanted to say, but she couldn't. Her words fell flat. She was surviving, and she was keeping her parents safe. He held her life in his hands, and she had to follow him to live until she found the right moment to strike.

Falling back, he let himself sit on the tree root. His nails tapped against the bark while his other hand was in the hoodie's right pocket. "Why did you come out here?" she asked as she moved back some more. She wanted to run inside and be alone, but she doubted that he would just let her do that.

"I felt like viewing the show. I didn't expect the flower." He shrugged and leaned his head back. "And, it gave me a change of environment. I was enjoying that show, but I kept looking back to the fridge. I needed to get away."

"I thought that the bones made you hungry too."

"They do, but watching them be covered in dirt isn't exactly appetizing." A thought crossed her mind, but she didn't voice it. She didn't want to give him any ideas. Her hesitation was noted by him, and he giggled. "Ah, you're always delicious looking, (f/n), especially after last night. With you, though, I have better self control since I intend to enjoy you for awhile. Besides, I'm going to have to be around you constantly, so I might as well get used to smelling your lovely scent all of the time."

That didn't reassure her. It only served to remind her that she might have a painful death because he wanted to savor her. She moved her arms closer to herself. "I'm going inside. It's too cold."