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

Having stepped over the unconscious girl, the creature stared down at his partner. His hands were in his pockets, and he could easily see where the damage had been done. The scent of her sweet blood filled his nose, and it made his mouth water. A good portion of him wished to finish her off and enjoy every last scrumptious bite of her.

He licked his lips, and his nails itched to dig into her. His ability to hold himself back from killing her was decreasing by the second. The creature forced himself to look away, but her smell dominated his nose. Focusing on the unconscious girl, he kicked her with his right foot to double check. When she didn't react, he smirked to himself; questioning her was going to be an immense amount of fun.

The creature gazed back to (f/n) out of the corners of his eyes. Her eyes steadily closed, and her body seemed to become limp. Already, he knew that her loss of blood was serious, but he was hoping that she would stay conscious. He faced her fully and crouched in front of her. His ears picked up that her heart was still beating, but she probably didn't have too much longer to live.

Slipping one of the backpacks off of his shoulders, he set it on the ground and zipped it open. His hands paused. It wouldn't take long for the town to figure out that he was back, and security around her house would be increased again. He knew that, so he had packed two backpacks and one bag full of stuff. Some time would have to pass before he brought (f/n) back to the home.

That time period and her present state tempted him to screw the plan and just eat her. He only needed to watch her for a short while, and she would be dead, but he would lose her home and her company. A low growl of irritation left his lips. Part of the creature argued that it would be fine and that he could always find someone else like her.

Things would be easier, and he could leave everything behind in the house except his food and changes of clothes ... which (f/n) had bought for him. Realistically, his chances of finding someone like her again were incredibly low. It had taken him years to come across her, and he couldn't wait that long for someone who respected him again. He was already twenty-five.

Another frustrated growl parted from him. He just couldn't finish her off. Besides, he had prepared everything for the cabin. Hopefully, it would be safe. There had been no reports of the police traveling there. If it wasn't safe, though, he would take them to the cave.

Sparing no more time, he reached forward and turned her around. His left hand ripped off her shirt and tossed it aside before he unsnapped her bra and threw it over to the shirt. The creature retrieved the bandages and worked on wrapping them around her chest and shoulders. He would probably need to restock on them from presumably Haley's house.

Normally, he wouldn't have cared about viewing her chest or not, but he decided to give her some privacy. Her respect towards him earned her that much. Besides, his hands occasionally brushed across her supple skin anyway. Those instances almost made him spin her back around and lick her chest, but he forced himself to focus on stopping her bleeding. He could always give into that pleasure another time.

Once her shoulders were treated, he turned her back around. Her heart still beat, but it was slower. Blood pooled around her thigh, and he hoped that he would make it in time. His left hand ripped off her left pant leg and threw it into the pile with the other clothes. Quickly, he secured bandages around the wound. Already, red seeped through the fabric. He was going to wrap more, but his ears picked up the sound of sirens out front.

"Sh*t." He shoved the torn pieces of her clothes and her bra into the open backpack and zipped it closed. The creature swung the backpack on and looked over (f/n). Her body would be too exposed to the cold for his liking, but he didn't have a choice; he had to leave. She required stitches. Lifting her up, he placed her on his right shoulder.

As her possible death became more of a reality, his gaze turned hateful and landed on the other girl. A murderous smirk played on his lips before he picked her up and tossed her on his left shoulder. All of the additional weight would slow him down some, but he would force his legs to go at their typical speed. He had no other choice especially since he didn't have the time to grab more bandages, and he reminded himself that he had moved the two detectives over to the cabin that one time.

Facing the stairs, he ran off towards the sliding door that he had entered through at the back of the house. It was difficult getting through the doorway to the bedroom, but a knock on the front door urged him to hurry up. "Ms. Zeen, Ms. (l/n), are you both alright?!" The creature sped onto the balcony since it was easier to get through the opening sliding door. He leaped down from the balcony, raced over to the gate, opened it and darted off towards the cabin.

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By the time that they reached the cabin, (f/n)'s heartbeat had slowed even more. The creature's legs were tired somewhat, but he bolted into the cabin and slammed the door behind him regardless. Luckily, there were no signs of the place having been discovered by someone else. He dropped everything to floor but her and the medical supplies. Haley's body collided roughly with the ground, but the creature didn't care. If she awoke before he was finished and tried to escape, he would catch her and deliver an even worse treatment, but if his partner died, she would be awarded the worst possible punishment.

Going into the bedroom, the creature set (f/n) down on the bed. Crimson stained the bandages, and things didn't appear too hopeful. "I should've been faster. If only ..." His eyes trailed back to the blood, and he almost lost himself again. "D*mn it!" Hurriedly, he retrieved the medical supplies.

Removing the bandages on her shoulders, he let them fall around her chest. Her body felt so cold under his fingers, and he wished that he had been able to dress her warmer during the run. It didn't help that the life looked drained from her. With the needle and some thread, he began to stitch the wounds. Most likely, the cotton thread wouldn't last too long, but he had brought a whole spindle of thread, so he wasn't too worried.

Her blood and his nails made the treatment all the harder. One of her shoulders had been stitched, and he was on the second one, but he was getting severely pissed off. His bloodied fingers kept slipping, and his nails kept getting in the way. Not being able to tolerate it any longer, he set down the needle and thread.

Holding up his left hand, his right hand gripped his nails. In a swift, harsh tug, he ripped off all five nails. A penetrating scream wished to leave him, but he didn't want to attract attention to the cabin. Despite being far from the town, someone could be hiking in the area, and his cry would've traveled far.

Not too much blood formed around his barren fingers since the nails were already growing back. He wiped any of the blood away and returned to his work. Tears trickled down his cheeks, but he didn't pay them any mind. Her blood still got in the way, but the repairs were more tolerable. Annoyingly, he would have to tear off his nails again to treat her thigh in an efficient manner, but it was worth it.

"You better live," he mumbled as he tied off the stitches on her shoulder. His eyes glanced to his nails again. Already, they were as long as a human's. Speedily, he shifted his attention to her thigh. He ripped the bandages off and let them fall to the ground. The sight of more blood made his stomach grumble, and he desired to hold the wound together with his teeth.

"Even if that isn't Haley, she better taste good," he remarked to himself, forcing himself to continue with his work. A thin trail of drool slid down the side of his mouth, but he couldn't wipe it off at the moment. Halfway finished with the stitch, his nails got in the way again. They hadn't reached their maximum length, but they were still too long.

Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he tore them off again. They joined the others on the ground, and he wiped off the blood on his pants before he continued. "You better consider me a partner after this. I wouldn't do this for just anyone."

Finishing the stitch, he tied it off and set the needle and leftover thread aside. There were a few bandages left in the bag, but there weren't enough to cover all of her wounds. Old bandages rested around her midsection, but he wasn't going to remove those. Her back was still healing, and the bandages didn't have too much new blood on them. The wounds had most likely bled a little from her encounter with the other girl.

Thankfully, her heart still beat, but it remained slower than usual. Her body was freezing too. Worry set in his eyes, and he decided to bandage her shoulders since he could cover both with the remaining bandages. He would use her ripped up shirt for her thigh.

Carefully, he lifted her upper half and pressed her body lightly to his. He undid the remaining bandages around her chest and allowed them to fall around her and onto the bed. Her head rested against the right crook of his neck while he tended to her, and for once, a soft smile greeted his lips.