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

Simply staring, she didn't reach forward and grab it. He could've just as easily handed her the bag with his right hand. The creature was up to something, and she wasn't going to fall for it. She took a step back in the shower and brought her hands up to her chest. (F/n) could feel her heart beating. It didn't help that she was so exposed to his nails. Clothes wouldn't have offered her much more protection, but they were comforting.

"Drop the bag," she ordered, hoping that he would listen.

"I'm not some dog, (f/n). Take it." A giggle escaped him. "You're the one who asked for it."

"Then, switch it to your right hand."

He giggled again before his hand drew back. His right hand came into the shower. Hesitantly, she stepped forward and grabbed it; however, the creature didn't release the bag. Instead, he tugged it back, bringing her along with it. She shouted and slipped on the porcelain base.

Her legs and bottom hitting the surface hard, she groaned in displeasure and mumbled a series of insults. She only experienced more pain due to her left arm being held up uncomfortably. (E/c) eyes hurriedly landed on the shower rod as they saw the curtains being pushed back. (F/n) reached out her right hand to rip them back, but the creature had been expecting that.

Dropping her left hand, he snatched up her right wrist. Her body was forced against the left side of the bath. The curtains were pushed back, and she was face to face with the creature. Heat spread over her cheeks, but he was thankfully sitting on the ground. If she was lucky, he wouldn't be able to see anything private. (F/n)'s attention, though, focused on her hand.

It was close to him, and she didn't know if he was going to bite it again. Her arm tensed, and she tried to bring it back. "You already had dessert. Just let me take my shower."

Meeting her gaze, he smirked. "It doesn't hurt to plan out tomorrow's dessert." His eyes lowered themselves. Instantly, she sank more into the bathtub. "Well, I can't examine you if you're like that." Met with a fierce glare, he giggled. "Suit yourself. I'll just have to choose something that I can see, then." He held up her hand more and brought it to his lips. The creature spotted the fear that sneaked into her eyes.

Shaking his head and giggling, he reassured, "I'm not going to take another bite from here. I'll take it from your other hand." Swiftly, she attempted to free herself. He maintained his grip and grinned. "Or, probably not." She eyed him carefully, and the terror didn't leave her. "Well, I can't keep biting you in obvious places. That would give your parents a good reason to be suspicious. Even this hand wound was a little risky."

The creature took the bag and began to wrap it around her hand, but she didn't lower her guard. "I might finish that blood-ice, or I might take some from a hidden place on you." A sigh left him. "That's why it would be easier if you showed yourself to me. You'd save us both time, and you'd know what to expect for tomorrow."

"I doubt that you would be quick about it even if I displayed myself. And, I'm not going to be some rack of meat for you," she argued, her voice harsh and certain. It didn't match her facial expression, and the creature noted the difference easily.

"Well, I would've taken more time tonight if you hadn't bit me." His eyes glanced to his hand again, and he smiled at it fondly. "I'll need to expect that for the next time. Then, I can savor both." Disturbed, (f/n) wanted to bring her hand back to her, but his nails were gliding along her skin every now and then. It wasn't until the bag was wrapped and he loosened his hold that she pulled her hand back. Her left hand speedily closed the curtain, and several giggles met her ears.

Only hearing a slight shift of movement, (f/n) presumed that he wasn't going to do anything more for the time being. She picked herself up and turned on the water. It was unsettling since she couldn't hear him too well, and she didn't know what his motive behind wrapping her hand had been. He could've been merely scaring her or seeing if he could catch a glimpse of her. Whatever the case, she didn't take long.

Finishing, she slowly reached her left hand out and retrieved her towel. The creature didn't grab at her, and she was able to dry herself off. She stepped out of the shower and looked to him. He was sitting against the wall, and his eyes were closed. His hands were in his pockets. That position didn't last long as he opened his eyes.

Alarmingly, he was back on his feet. She backed away and cursed the counter behind her. Amused, he glanced over her before he stepped closer. Her nervous state was quite clear to him, and it only made him giggle, but his eyes focused on her form. The way that the water droplets dripped from her wet hair and onto her skin made her very tempting. It wasn't hard picturing them as blood.

Not being able to help himself, he leaned forward and lifted up her left arm. Instantly, she attempted to keep it away. This time, he let her. For a moment, she was surprised. He utilized that time to lick her upper arm. She jumped and went to her right. A giggle left him, and he moved back. His tongue had already tasted her smooth skin.

Licking his lips, he increased the distance between them, and she created even more. The creature began to undress, causing her to look away. "I didn't think that you would get so embarrassed. You've already seen me naked."

"Not by choice," she retorted, standing close to the door. "I'd rather not see your ugly a** anyway."

"If I remember correctly, you only saw the front of me, not that you looked down the last time." He giggled and stepped into the shower. The creature didn't have to glance at her to tell that he flustered her more. "You haven't seen my a**, so you can't form a judgment about it." Another giggle parted from him. "But, you're welcome to look. I don't mind. Or, you could try and kill me. My back's turned to you."

"I don't want to look, and I'm not an idiot. You're much too aware right now for me to kill you."

Shower curtain closing, she faced the mirror and went about her routine. It was quicker than usual, however. "Do you intend to kill me when I'm sleeping, then?" Momentarily, she looked over to the shower. His voice had a mocking tone to it, and her lack of response made him giggle, but that wasn't her plan. That would be too obvious. No, she had something else in mind.

Besides, killing the creature in her room wouldn't be wise. Part of Dean was in her freezer, and there were the clothes that she had bought for him. There were too many things in there that could be found, and her connection to the creature would come to light. He had to be killed away from her home.

"No answer? Well, you know that I won't go down easily." Again, she didn't respond to him. The water turned off, and the shower curtain was pulled back. Since he was done, she left the bathroom, having finished what she needed to do. (F/n) closed the door. She had removed the bag from her hand and had thrown it out.

Staring down at her injured hand, a chill ran over her at the prospect of future nights. She didn't know how long it would take her to execute her plan, and a lot more pain would probably come her way during that time, but she needed it to work. If it didn't, option b would be her future.

Hearing movement outside of her room, she presumed that her mom was working on dinner. Her parent's room door closed, and she guessed that her dad was going to take a shower. Their simple actions could be stopped so easily by the thing in her bathroom, and that made her all the more nervous. Her house could become a horror scene within seconds, and her room was already that.

Such ideas stressing her, she grabbed her television remote and sat on her bed. She flipped through the channels and stopped on the news for a short bit. There was only a small portion on the creature and how nothing had been discovered about his whereabouts yet. A warning to stay in night was still given, and there was the mention of the reward. It had increased in value.

"You'd think that they would drop that already." Her attention snapped back to the bathroom. He was leaning against the doorframe. She hadn't even heard him open it. His arms were crossed, and his voice was quieter. No doubt he had heard her parents too.

"Why? Everyone wants you dead."

"I doubt that. There are some people who are probably like those others that I was telling you about. If anything, they might be jealous of you. You're cooped up with me in a room." He giggled and walked over to her bed. She scooted over to the other end. Thankfully, he was wearing clean clothes: a black pullover hoodie, black jeans and the black belt.

"Maybe, I'll get lucky, and one of them will take you away."

"I wouldn't let that happen. They most likely wouldn't taste as delicious as you. Besides, I have a deal with you, not them. And, that deal is too good to break. You're stuck with me."