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

"You could always come over here and warm yourself up." She froze, and her mouth hung open as though she had heard the oddest thing in all of existence. He burst out giggling and covered his mouth with his hands. The creature leaned forward since he was laughing so hard. (F/n) took several steps back and decided to leave.

She walked backwards until she was a good distance away and ran back towards her house. That had completely caught her off guard even though she knew that he hadn't meant it. Or, he did, but he had something entirely else in mind. A shiver ran over her at the thought of cuddling up to him.

The creature watched her run off before he let out another giggle. He had meant it, but there would've been a little blood involved. After all, it was warm and so very delicious. His pale eyes glanced down to the grave below him, and he grinned. Most certainly, he had picked the right helper. She knew how to deal with the dead to some degree. If it weren't for her hallucinations, she would be perfect, but they did make things entertaining. It was a pity that he couldn't see them since they would provide an even better show.

His feet kicked at the snow before he hopped off of the root. He knelt down and reached his hand in. The creature pulled out the flower before he smoothed out the snow again. "Such a pretty little thing," he muttered to himself. Never had he received a flower, but he supposed that was because he wasn't dead. It didn't make much sense to him.

He knew that it was out of respect, love and a few other things for the deceased, but he still didn't see the point. Why waste the flower on them? It could serve a much better purpose. Perhaps, it was because he valued human lives much differently. They were food, who happened to bring entertainment from time to time. Then again, (f/n) had a slightly higher worth. She was company, amusement and dessert.

Plucking a petal off, he rubbed it between his right index finger and thumb. Its smooth texture reminded him of his helper. Perhaps, he should use her as a pillow sometime. He might accidentally bite her in his sleep, but that was her problem. As long as he didn't kill her, it would be fine. The creature placed the petal on his tongue and swallowed before he headed off after her.

Once she was back in her home, she locked the door, removed her flashlight and turned on the alarm. The creature would have to find another way in. If the window bars were up, she could watch him try to get in and fail unless he could rip the bars off. Then, there would be some serious issues. She walked up the stairs and entered her room. Almost, she fell backwards. On her bed, the creature was sitting. His speed had always been unnerving.

Grinning up at her, he giggled. She took a few steps back. What was he planning? Her heart started to beat a little faster. He stood up and closed the distance between them. His left hand reached around her and closed her room door. "What?" she asked after a large gulp.

"It would've been nice for you to wait by the door. I guess that manners aren't part of your routine."

Her lips pursed as she thought of a retort. He giggled at her expression before his right hand left his pocket. She looked down at the carnation surprised. Had he taken another one from her home, or was that from her classmate's grave? Judging by the petals condition, she guessed the second, and a chill sank into her veins. Before she could say anything, he placed it behind her left ear. The creature took a step back. "It does suit you more."

"Wh-what?" she stuttered out as her hand shakily went up to it. She didn't want the flower in her hair. It reminded her of death and the bones once in her bathtub. The flower was for the remembrance of the dead; she wasn't deceased. Was he threatening her because she had left him? Negative thoughts swirled in her mind. (F/n) desired only to remove it. Her hand reached up more, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Leave it there until your parents wake up. I like it in your hair. You deserve it more. You did such a good job at burying him, and he's not going to use it."

Words left her. She didn't want to be praised for burying his kill. It made her sick, and she was already feeling awful about the whole thing. His nails threatened her skin lightly and reminded her of her classmate's long fingers. (F/n) could picture the skeleton's fingers running along her skin while he taunted her. Soon, it'll be on your grave if you even have one. After all, who would want to remember you?

"Oh, are you seeing something again? You really must be going in the head." He giggled and released her wrist. "I'm going to get a shower. Do keep that in." The creature patted her on the head before he entered the bathroom.

Looking over to him, she stared at the clothes. Her mind swapped his form with a skeleton. (F/n) felt completely drained. The lack of sleep and the torment of her actions weighed in on her as though she were sinking deeper into the ocean's depths. "You need new clothes."

A puzzled expression came over his face before he giggled. "I like these. They're comfy and hide me well." He leaned against the doorframe.

"I don't care. You're getting new clothes." She looked away from him. Her body felt too weak, and she needed to get away from him. Slowly, she turned around and left her room. The door closed behind her, and the creature smirked. He liked the idea of her shopping for him since he never had new clothes. They had always been used and typically bloody.

Imagining what it would be like to go shopping like a human, he giggled. It wouldn't end well. He would simply kill the store clerk and eat them. Then, he would have full access to the store's wares, but the stores were in the middle of the town. There were too many lights and people. The creature closed the bathroom door and pushed the thought aside.

Going into the kitchen, (f/n) turned on the light before she rested her hands on the counter. She needed coffee, but she recalled the creature telling her the same thing earlier. A frown appeared on her lips; she would make some tea.

As she moved about the kitchen, she was tempted to remove the flower. She desired to rip it out and toss it into the trash. Why couldn't he have left it on the grave? Was he that intent on torturing her? The microwave beeped and broke her from her thoughts. After she retrieved the water, she steeped the raspberry tea.

When the water began to change color, she realized her mistake. Even though the hue was more pink than red, it reminded her of thin blood. She recalled the container of her own crimson in her fridge. Stepping away from it, she decided upon making coffee again. What the creature had said didn't matter. (F/n) wouldn't let him ruin the simple things in her life, and her body wanted coffee.

With her drink in hand, she made her way over to the living room and seated herself down on the couch. She sat in the middle since neither the creature nor she had sat there earlier on. Turning the television on, she flipped through the channels and stopped on the early morning news. As usual, it was talking about the creature.

Even the newswoman was having trouble keeping the fear off of her face. She had every right to be afraid since she might be the next victim. (F/n) took a sip of her coffee, and she was about to change the channel. An interesting piece of news, though, caught her eye. A newsman stood outside the entrance to the tunnels. Body bags were being pulled out. Her stomach turned but was also hopeful.

If Laura was in one of those, then she could have a proper burial. Many families could put their loved ones to rest. It would take awhile to identify individuals if all of them could even be given back their identities. Footsteps sounded next to her, but they weren't soft. "Finally, they can go and retrieve all of those people. I don't even want to think about how many were down in there." A hand rested on her left shoulder. "I'm glad that you weren't one of them."

Looking over, she saw her mother and gave her a light smile. Concern washed over her face. "Your father told me what had happened last night, but it looks like you weren't able to go back to sleep." She gave her daughter's shoulder a squeeze. "Are you going to be alright, (f/n)?" (F/n) wished to answer no, but she couldn't. A small nod was her reply, and her mother sighed. "Well, maybe, you should go and get some sleep."

Figuring that it would be better not to argue with her mother, she stood up and nodded again. She couldn't exactly say that the creature was in her room taking a shower. Her mother paused, though. The older woman did a quick scan of her daughter. "(F/n), why are you dressed like that?"

Pausing, (f/n) looked over herself and mentally swore. "I was preparing to go outside later."

"Your boots are wet ... Did you go outside?!"

"I needed fresh air, Mom." Quickly, she rested her free hand on her mother to reassure her. "Don't tell Dad. He'll lose it. I couldn't sleep, and I needed to clear my head. The cold helped. I only stayed out for a bit, and I had a flashlight with me. I stayed close to the house and its lights. I'm fine; aren't I?" Her mother looked to the flower and pulled it from her hair. It felt like a heavy weight had been removed. "I was remembering Laura." That hadn't been a complete lie, but her mother was growing suspicious.