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

Puffs of snow rose up in quick successions. Air rushed by, and the smell of pine dominated the air. Branches were whipped back, which caused snow to crash to the ground behind. Footprints were left too, but the owner didn't care one bit. They would be covered before anyone was the wiser to track them. If someone did follow them, the individual would be delivering their self onto a platter.

A grin was plastered on the male's lips. His focus on the scenery lacked severely, but that posed him no trouble. No, he was far too happy to be cautious about such a little detail. Things had taken such a delightful turn, and his speed was faster than usual because of it. He almost leaped into the air and twirled, but he didn't desire to waste seconds on such an action.

Rather, his feet pounded against the earth harder. His breath was uneven, but he ignored it. The news was far too great. Even if his little helper despised it, it wouldn't tarnish the loveliness of it. He easily could picture her eyes going wide and her body shaking in terror, worry, sorrow and defeat.

Their deal still would be in place, but her chances of killing him would be reduced. She would be absolutely horrified at the contents of the deal that her parents had committed themselves to, and she would be horror struck even at the fact that they had come into direct contact with him. It would be more difficult for her to keep her arrangement with him a secret, and he could only imagine the chaos that would ensue from her parents discovering those nuggets of information.

There was another piece of juicy meat on top of the plate. Her parents were too frightened to make an attempt on his life even if her father hinted otherwise. Losing their daughter was their ultimate fear, and he could morph that nightmare into a reality for them as though it was blood flowing down his throat.

Having a flower as a lover really did create a simpler situation. Even if someone were to pluck her petals and steal them from him, her stem would remain in his hands. Not even (f/n) could free herself completely.

His grin stretched across his lips more, and his mind returned to the perfect plan. It made his heart sing and his body ache for her. The creature licked his lips, and his left fingers twitched. How he desired to bite into that soft flesh of hers at that moment. Even if she moaned in pain, it would sweet music to his ears. None of her resistances could lessen his mood.

If she hadn't finished the trail mix or rid her mind of that awful pest, he wouldn't grow vexed. No, he would push it aside and handle the matter later. His want for dessert and informing (f/n) of the news were his priorities. The creature's teeth latched onto his bottom lip lightly, and he imagined it being (f/n)'s.

Such a thought nearly caused him to lose balance and crash into the snow. He could discuss the agreement between bites. A giggle left him. That certainly would create a problem, though. It would distract him from his words, and he might forget to disclose the news until the next day. Her taste was quite intoxicating after all.

Bursting out of the trees, he saw the cabin in the near distance. Somehow, he managed to race towards it at a quicker rate. Even the daylight didn't hinder him, but his sunglasses did help a little in that. His eyes glimmered with glee, and his nails itched for crimson.

Almost to the structure, his feet slowed until they came to a stop. He was only close to the back of the cabin. Something was off. His grin fell, and his heartbeat picked up again but not for a pleasant reason. The creature's nose sniffed at the air.

That ... That smell never had been around the cabin. Hesitantly, he stepped forward a bit. His feet carried him around the cabin. The scent wasn't brand new in the air, but it had to have been recent. As he neared the front door, he froze.

All of his left fingers curled. He didn't even register that they pierced his own flesh. Crimson dripped onto the snow below. His eyes were wide with trepidation. That scent ... That scent ... It was cologne. (F/n) never wore perfume or cologne for that matter; she didn't require it. The delectable smell of her flesh and blood was enough. Not to mention that such an item wasn't in their supply bags.

Advancing towards the door, he uncurled his fingers. Blood painted his nails, but that was normal to him. He wrapped his appendages around the doorknob. The door creaked open. Cold greeted him. None of the fire's flames had been maintained, and a dreadful silence coated the inside.

"(F/n)?" he called out. His voice sliced through the air, but he received no response. The cologne's scent became heavier as he neared the table and fireplace. His eyes shot to the bedroom, and his feet brought him to that room swiftly.

Inside, he peered through the darkness to find her. The bed sheets were unmoved as were the supply bags. No one was within the space. As if he didn't believe the situation around him, he checked back in the main room before he inspected the bedroom again. He examined every single place that she could reasonably hide, but she turned up in none of them.

The creature's stomach tightened. He felt sick. His right hand clutched the bedroom doorframe, and he leaned forward a bit. Sweat developed on his brow, and his eyes remained wide. "(F/n) ... (f/n) ..." Her name rolled off his tongue like silk in a horrifying whisper. It almost was unnaturally soft.

Knees crumbling, he almost met the floor. His hand tightened around the wood, however, and held him up. His nose drew in the cologne again, and her name became silent. The creature's lips closed, and his eyes relaxed before they narrowed.

Sparks lit his eyes before they evolved into massive flames. His eyes seemingly glowed in the darkness. A monstrous grin tickled his lips. The creature's head twitched as if each thought stabbed him and didn't heal.

Wood snapped under his grip, and chips descended to the floor. A low, menacing chuckle parted from him. Someone had thought it funny to free his partner, but that person didn't understand. He was his flower's protector; he couldn't be tossed to the wind so easily. Oh no, no, no, he wouldn't allow that.

"Fool," he muttered to himself. His eyes pinned themselves to the open doorway. Slowly, his feet stalked towards it. When they met the snow and distanced themselves from the cabin some, his nose searched the air again. The creature's head snapped in that direction. His grin blossomed, and his nails wished for nothing more than to sink into the filth that had dared to intrude on what was his.

Infuriatingly enough, the scent wasn't too powerful, but he knew the general direction at least. He could follow it, but his feet remained glued to his present spot. The creature needed to think on who would've discovered (f/n). It most certainly hadn't been her parents. If it had been law enforcement, the cabin would be surrounded by them.

Had a stranger managed to happen upon the cabin? That seemed unlikely, and no civilian from her town would even attempt to search for her. There was another option, but that man didn't wear cologne unless he had started to after the tunnels. Another fact was that there was a very low possibility of him knowing the location of the cabin or even finding it for that matter. How would he even have learned that (f/n) would be in the structure?

Standing up straighter, the creature stared up to the sky and closed his eyes. He breathed in the cologne more, and it disgusted him, but it maintained his current amount of rage. Another chuckle left him. The creature could permit the wretched scent to bring him to his partner, but he had a better idea. It was something that she wouldn't expect, and he did love to surprise her.

Covering his face with his right hand, he dwelled more in the shadows of his thoughts. There was a high chance that the man had nothing to do with (f/n)'s disappearance, but he would come in handy. (F/n) desperately desired to kill him. To perform an effective attack, she would have to learn more about him, and that man might have answers to her questions. He was a paranormal investigator after all. No doubt, she would seek the investigator out at some point if she hadn't already had contact with him.

Now clenching his hands, he felt blood trickle down his left again. Despite his decided course of action, he didn't wish to turn his back. If it hadn't been the investigator to find her, he wondered who had discovered her. He desired to know who they had been so that he could rip them to shreds and keep (f/n) out of the individual's grimy clutches. How he wanted to murder that person.

Forcing the urge away, he spun on his heel and raced back towards her town. He figured that his decision would prove more fruitful than trailing the scent, and he didn't expect (f/n) to be taken down by one of her fellow humans. No, she was powerful against her own kind, and there hadn't looked to be a struggle within the cabin. The creature had to trust that she was safe and simply was advancing towards her plan to kill him.

Those thoughts didn't erase his murderous countenance, however. Even if he quelled his thoughts on the matter, his body only could contain its desires so much. Somehow, he would have to wear a mask for when he met her parents again, but he pushed that problem aside for the moment. His attention landed itself on the requirement for a phone, but, in the back of his mind, little bubbles of ways to play with Nick formed.