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

All of her went rigid. When had he entered the space? She hadn't even heard his soft footfalls. Mentally, she cursed herself for being too focused on the items in the room and not listening for him. As she was about to look up and over at him, something hit the ground and rolled towards her. Hesitantly, she glanced down before she instantly averted her eyes.

Krista's head lied on the ground a few feet from her. Her (e/c) orbs diverted to the creature, who leaned against the entranceway. His nails tapped against his right arm. She noted that the rest of Krista was near to him, and the sight almost made her vomit.

The teen forced herself not to glance to the creature's side. She gulped and took a couple of steps back. He had caught up too quickly; she didn't even have a weapon yet or some plan formed. Her eyes stared back to the chair before she saw the nails there. They still looked to be quite sharp.

"Don't even think about it, (f/n)." No giggle left the creature; he was completely serious. "My father's bones have already been defiled enough, and I doubt that he would be happy if he killed his only son in death." His pale orbs met hers, and she backed up some more.

"H-how ..."

"Nick's already told you about what had happened here I presume. Not the whole story but some of it." The creature bent down and lifted up Krista's body before he started to drag it across the room. (F/n) moved away from his oncoming figure and held onto the blanket more tightly. "Oh and if you're wondering, I hadn't killed him. He already had bolted when I had arrived at his apartment."

She released a breath in relief, but fear swiftly filled her lungs again. The creature pinned his eyes to hers. A maddening smile coated his lips, and anger flared in his eyes. "You shouldn't be relaxing." He giggled at a higher pitch than usual. "I'm still pretty pissed off about this whole thing." Almost, a growl escaped past him lips. "I really never had wanted you to find this cabin or at least this room." His eyes broke their gaze, which caused (f/n) to ease by a fraction.

Tossing Krista's body into the fireplace, he reached into a red vase, which was on top of the mantle. He removed a box of matches and kicked the woman's body into the fireplace more. After he struck a match, he threw it atop Krista's body, and more flames sparked to life. The creature chucked in the woman's head next. His eyes observed the dancing colors behind his sunglasses.

"I had even been planning to punish you upon immediately finding you, but that trash," he indicated to Krista, "had found you first. The d*mn b*tch." His head turned to (f/n) by a little bit. "She even had wounded you." He faced her fully before he removed his glasses and put them in a pocket. For a few moments, he squinted before his eyes opened a little bit more. "Those bruises are awful."

Instinctively, (f/n) reached up to touch her neck, but she stopped herself since she had to hold up the blanket. Remembering her state of dress, she wrapped it even more around her. The creature didn't crack a smile at her action. Rather, he moved closer to her, which caused her to back up more until she hit a dreaded wall. He didn't close the distance between them, however. "Because of that, I'll give you a little rest." His arms rose in a grand gesture. "I'll even give you a prize!" A dark giggle left him. "You get to hear what had occurred in this room, and it might even help you to kill me."

Suddenly, he closed the distance. (F/n) jumped and almost ran, but his left arm draped itself over her shoulders. He pulled her in close, and she could see his teeth glimmering in the flickering light of the fireplace. She couldn't stop a shiver from overtaking her. The creature giggled, though; it sounded annoyed. "Let me give you the grand tour!" His right arm swept over the room.

First, he pointed to the fireplace. "That skeleton that had been in there had been my grandfather." He grinned widely. "I had killed him when I had been nine. As you know, he had been my first kill." She remained silent and didn't mention his mother. That would've probably earned her a punishment worse than death.

His finger swept over to the cage. "On that day, I had broken out of that awful cell, but before that, I had been tortured physically and mentally in this room since I had been two by my loving grandfather." The creature's voice dripped with venom. He directed her attention to the chains. "He had restrained me up there and beat me with the chains on the ground countless times. He had a gun too that he had shot me with on occasion since he had said that he needed fire practice. I had broken that thing when I had escaped, though."

Staring to the papers, he chuckled out of pure fury. "And, he had made me write all of those words over and over again to drill it into my head of how terrible I had been." A sick smile coated his lips. "I don't think that the message had gotten across." His arm removed itself from her, and she wished that she could melt into the wall and disappear for awhile. He stepped over to the chair, and his face dropped.

Gliding his nails lightly over it, he focused his orbs only on the remains of his father. "That d*mned excuse for a human had even dared to sit upon my father's bones and insult him. He hadn't even the respect to bury my father with my mother."

Before she could stop herself, she asked, "Where is she buried?"

A bitter laugh escaped him. That gave her pause. He looked absolutely broken in that moment, but she reminded herself that his current behavior wouldn't last forever. "I don't know. I had killed my grandfather before I had received the answer. Then, I had darted out of here after I had burned his corpse." His nails stopped over his father's. "That's why I hadn't buried my father. I had been too worried that I would be caught, and I hadn't wanted to bury my father just anywhere.

"I can't take him away from here either. I want him to be close to my mother. I want to believe that they had been a happy couple before I had been born. I want to believe that my father had given my mother a mercy kill and not had her suffer." His head hung down, and she could've sworn that she saw a tear drop onto the chair. "I want to believe that I had been the product of happiness, not suffering."

"Th-then ... th-then ..." (F/n) composed herself. "Then, you know about the myth?" Her hands practically had the blanket in a death grip around her. Even if the creature did appear vulnerable before her, she understood that he was still watching her every move. It would be next to impossible to kill him now, but she wouldn't give up yet. If he dropped his guard for even a moment, she could take advantage of that, so she had to keep him talking even if the topic was unfavorable.

Lifting up his head, his eyes met hers again. "It's no myth, (f/n). My species does kill its mothers upon birth, and we need exactly nine months to grow in the womb. Any earlier and our kind will die." He noted how her body seemed to freeze into an ice sculpture, but he didn't grow amused that time. The creature wasn't pleased by the fact either. "Once one of us hits the nine month mark in the womb, the creature needs immediate food, and the human mother is the closest food source." A deep sigh exited him as though he was processing the information for the first time.

"That's also why my species only consists of males. A female human's womb is a requirement." Facing her fully again, he stepped towards her. She only had the wall to back up against more. Her legs pressed together, and she thought that she might rip the blanket from her grip on it. When he was right in front of her, she had to repeatedly tell herself not to close her eyes; she was vulnerable enough already.

Nails glided under her chin and shifted her head up. Any more pressure and they would break her skin. A chill ran over her body, but the look in his eyes terrified her more. They were ... caring and ... loving. "That's why I'm not going to have a child with you. I can't have you die on me."

It felt like an elephant had been removed off of her shoulders, but she recalled some of his past words. Her trepidation returned, and she couldn't help but tremble a little. "But, you had hinted that ..."

At that, he giggled. He sounded like he had returned to his normal self, but his eyes pointed to that being far from the truth. "(F/n), we both know that your kind has created things to prevent pregnancy." Her lower abdominal muscles tightened in dread. "But, remember." His right index finger tapped her on the nose. "I'm not going to rush anything." He stepped back from her a little, but his nails remained on her skin.

"Still, I would like to have a child with you." Blood drained from her. "But, I won't even think of that until I find a solution to the ... gruesome birthing." Her lips parted, but he placed his right index finger over her lips. "If there isn't one, then we won't have a child. I'd be happy with having one with you, but I'm still happy if we don't have one."

Removing his finger, he smiled to her genuinely. It caught her off guard, and she failed to prevent his lips pressing against hers. His right arm wrapped around her waist while his left nails stayed under her chin. Her eyes remained wide and opened, and she couldn't push against him that well since her hands were tangled in the blanket. He continued to kiss her softly until his lips only lingered above hers.

"How I've missed your flesh," he breathed out. A shaky breath escaped him, and she leaned her head back a little in case he tried to kiss her a second time. His lips upturned into a small grin. "Now, should I tell you the rest of the story? Or, should we end your little break and carry on with business?"