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

Feeding her one last cracker, the creature held it out just beyond her reach. "Say, 'Ah.'" An annoying gleam rested in the creature's pale eyes. He was receiving way too much pleasure from feeding her. (F/n) rolled her eyes and glanced away from him. Her lips remained tightly closed. "Oh, come on," he whined, poking her in the left cheek with the food item.

One of her eyebrows twitched. He poked her again with it, though; that time, it had been sharper. Knowing that the cracker couldn't feel like that, she hesitantly looked back to him. His nails were centimeters from her face. Immediately, she scooted away a little, or she tried to. Her body still wasn't that strong, and her shoulders resisted the fast move.

A groan escaped her, and the creature giggled. "You really shouldn't push yourself." His remark was met by a scowl. A grin was returned to her. She grumbled something under her breath, and he giggled again. "I'm nicer than Haley, (f/n). She's the a**hole, not me. Now, eat your cracker." He held it out to her.

"Why don't you eat it?" she asked as her harsh tone remained intact.

"Do you really want me to?" He leaned forward a bit, and she didn't let her gaze drop. "Well, I suppose that I could. It won't do me any good, though and it'll only make things worse for you." His grin widened. "You don't want to become hungry and find yourself out of your food, or would you prefer that?" A pit formed in her stomach. "I suppose that I could share some of Ha ..."

He halted when she leaned forward and snatched the cracker from him. She moved the item into her mouth and chewed. Irritation was clear across her countenance. The creature giggled. "That's a good girl."

Swallowing, she glanced away from him and down at her lap. Her fingers intertwined themselves. A heavy frown coated her lips. "How long are we going to be staying here? Or ... Is this permanent?"

His right hand reached out, and she flinched. He didn't stop his movement. Soon enough, he was twirling strands of her hair between his fingertips. It felt so soft to him, and he was tempted to kiss her while he pulled back on the luscious locks. Her lips would be warm against his, and the supple flesh would be hard not to bite into. "Well?" Her third question broke him out of his slight trance.

Meeting her eyes, he released her hair and leaned back on his hands. "Before I bring you back to our home," he received a roll of the eyes from her, "I need to make sure that the situation has calmed down. If it doesn't, you might not be able to return." Her gaze fell, and her arms hung limply. "It'll probably take longer than my absence from last time, though, since this is the second time that I've taken people. You're one of them now too."

"Then again, things actually might calm down quicker. I have my prime target in their eyes, so they might think that I'll never return again. They might sacrifice Haley so that they don't bring me out of the shadows again."

Laughing bitterly, her hands tightened their hold on each other by a little bit. "It'll most likely be the second one. As witnessed with Haley, the whole town probably blames me for the problem that is you. Even my parents probably think that." Sadness entered her eyes, and she made sure to keep her gaze away from the creature. "I wonder how they're doing."

"Well, physically, they're fine. I've already guaranteed you that from my end. Mentally, though," he giggled, "they're probably less so." A fiery gaze met his, and he giggled all the more before his gaze drifted over to the bags. "You'll most likely run out of your food before this is all settled, though." She gulped, and the spark in her eyes died some as horror began to consume them.

Giggling, he leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek before she could react. She would've wiped at her skin if she was able to perform such an action. "Don't worry. I won't actually feed you Haley. I won't feed you Dean either. We're in a massive forest. There's wildlife. I'll catch some for you." Relief washed over her gaze, but her body tensed when his nails slid under her chin. "Such filth doesn't deserve to touch you, especially the inside of you."

Her eyes shifted to his. A warning look told him to back off. The creature merely grinned and removed his nails. "It's only been a week since I've realized my feelings for you, my little helper. Don't get carried away there."

She didn't relax her stare before she retracted her gaze from his. "You're filth in my eyes. If you weren't such a threat, I never would let you touch me."

"So, you wanted me to let you die? I thought that you were grateful that you were alive." She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. A smirk covered his lips. "Even if I'm filth to you, though, I'll still love you. Remember that I don't care about your opinion on the matter. If you end up loving me in the end, I'll be happy. If you don't, I'll still be happy."

Rolling her eyes again, she huffed in frustration. It didn't help her mind that she would be stuck in the cabin with him for realistically another two weeks or more. One was enough, and it was now going over that. "Still, that second option might be too generous." (F/n) peered at him in confusion. "Even if the townspeople calm down faster, I still need Haley to talk." Once she understood what he was referring to, she shook her head lightly.

"She's not going to tell you." She sighed, and exhaustion ate at her eyes again. "It's been a week. She's endured what she considers to be the worst punishment already. You're near to breaking her body too. Anymore attacks on her limbs, and they'll break. Just stop."

"No. She'll talk." A grin tugged at his lips. "Or, you can. Tell me what you had planned with her, and I'll kill her this week."

"I ... I ... I can't." Her fingers released their hold on each other and gripped the blanket. "I won't."

"Then, she'll remain alive." His hands rested over hers, and she visibly tensed. "And, don't feel guilty about her death. You shouldn't feel guilty about any of the people that I've killed. I ended their lives, not you. That fault falls on me." His fingers glided up her arms, and a shiver traveled up her spine. They stopped on her shoulders, but they didn't press into her skin there. "And, don't tell yourself that you could've saved them. You've done what you've had to in order to survive. They had made their choices too, and every choice has a consequence. It doesn't all fall back on you."

Briefly, she bit her bottom lip and averted her eyes from his. Her hands tightened around the blanket. For a moment, it appeared that she would burst and yell at him, but her voice remained steady. (E/c) orbs met his pale ones. "I hate that you make more sense than my own mind at times," she admitted, loathing developing in her eyes. "I wish that I had never entered those tunnels and met you."

"But, you had gone in after your friend. That had been your intent, and it had been the best one that I had ever encountered. Even after she had died, you hadn't crumbled and given up. You had still fought to live. I'm glad that I was given the opportunity to meet you." He tapped a nail against her nose, and she winced. No blood was drawn, though.

"The feeling isn't mutual."

Letting out a loud giggle, he nodded. "I know, but there's something that we must attend to now." His nails pointed to her shoulders. "Those stitches should be ready to come out. It's been seven days. I think that they would be ready. Anyway, your thigh and then your hand will follow on other days."

Instinctively, she lifted her hands before she realized that they wouldn't go up that far. The creature grabbed her hands again and lifted them more but very carefully. "Can I remove them?" she asked as though it wasn't a question and more of a demand.

"No. Besides, the angle would be too awkward for you. And, I'd rather not have you cut yourself on one of my nails. Then, I might not be able to resist taking a bite out of you." She frowned, but she didn't protest anymore on the subject. Instead, she allowed him to remove her shirt. Several winces left her, but the movement was most likely a lot less painful than if she had attempted to take off the cloth. He tossed the fabric aside, and she focused on the new wave of cold that hit her. Her eyes made sure to stay off of him.

Delicately, he undid the bandages on her shoulders. They remained around her chest, but strips of them hung down and tickled her midsection lightly. His nails rose up to her right shoulder. One hooked under the thread and snapped it. He continued the process until all of the thread was broken. (F/n) bit her bottom lip as he pulled out the tiny pieces of cloth. Her arm shook a little, and she did curse Haley for the wounds.

Nails moving to her left shoulder, they touched her skin but didn't execute anymore actions. "If you keep biting your lip like that, I'm going to have to kiss you." Her teeth loosened their hold before they stopped entirely. "You're just too tempting at times." Hesitantly, she met his eyes, but they were now focused on her shoulder. His nails cut through the threads, and he pulled them out soon after. "There. Now, you can relax for a little bit." A yawn left him. "I'm going to go back to sleep." In a sing-song, tired voice, he added, "Don't try to escape."