Directing his gaze to hers, he moved the hood back again. She merely stood in place as though she were a statue. He could tell that she didn't have the nerve to execute the action. Not that he was shocked by that. In reality, he could kill her before she even raised the blade above her head. "Well? Come on over. You're supposed to bring the knife to me."
                          


                          
     As she peered towards him, he could easily discern the fear and deliberation in her eyes. A grin overtook his features. "Oh? Do you actually intend to go through with it?" If she did, it would certainly be a surprise, but he still trusted that she wouldn't. He leaned against the wall and didn't move anymore. Reluctantly, she began to take steps towards him. She was several away before she paused. Her eyes seemed to look at something beyond him.
                          


                          
     Blood drained from her face. She began to tremble before she took several steps back. The creature glanced over his shoulder and saw nothing terrifying there. When he looked back to her, he saw her shaking her head. Was she imagining something, or was she acting to try and make him vulnerable? Once the knife dropped from her and she walked away from it, he had his answer.
                          


                          
     Back in the tunnels, he had experienced his victims losing their minds, and it was amusing. It appeared that she was going through something similar. Her lips parted, and she muttered something under her breath. Barely, he could catch that it was a name. The pieces fit, and he giggled. "(F/n), don't tell me that you actually feel sorry for his death?"
                          


                          
     She didn't hear him. All of her focus was on the male behind the creature. (F/n) knew that it was her imagination playing tricks on her again, but it still frightened her. Brent shook his head. "Allowing him to kill more people so that you can live, you're such a disgusting little b*tch. I wonder if he tortured that guy too, and you're even bringing him a knife now." His form started to decay before her very eyes, and she collapsed to her knees.
                          


                          
     Holding her head in her hands, she closed her eyes. It was to save her parents also. She wasn't doing it only to save herself, and Brent would've sacrificed others to save his friends if not just himself; however, the image made her quiver. Soft footfalls hit her ears, and the creature crouched in front of her. "Well, are you done?" he questioned, amusement laced in his voice.
                          


                          
     Meeting his gaze, she scowled at him. She desired to yell at him, hit him or do something. "You're a ..." His right hand covered her mouth.
                          


                          
     "Now, now, no need to be rude." He waggled his left index finger in front of her. "Just hand me the knife, and you can sit here in your madness for as long as you need." In response, she bit down on his hand.  The creature pulled his hand back and noted that the skin was broken. A thin trail of blood ran down before he smirked. "Ah, biting me again. Keep it up, and you may become addicted."
                          


                          
     Standing up fully, he licked the wound clean and motioned for her to get up. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and his eyes followed her movement. With her other hand, she picked up the blade and roughly passed it to him before she walked around him and stepped back into the kitchen. A giggle escaped him, but he didn't follow her; he had his meals to prepare.
                          


                          
     Before he left the kitchen, he asked, "Where are your containers?" She didn't respond. A sigh exited him. "Fine. Continue to rebel. You know that it's pointless, though." He entered the kitchen and began to search the cupboards until he found what he needed. Leaving the space, he added, "In the future, it may just annoy me, and you may find words being forced to come out of those tempting lips. Or, it might just be screams." That caused her to freeze.
                          


                          
     When she peered back, he was gone. She heard her room door close. The sink faucet was now turned off, and the blood on her hand gone. (F/n) retrieved her water glass from before and rinsed her mouth before she spit it out in the sink. Her hands gripped the sink edges. There was no way to faze him. All of her resistances always came back to bite her.
                          


                          
     Maybe, she would spend the night in the living room. She probably wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise, and she could only imagine the sounds that were occurring in her bathroom. Pushing herself off of the sink, she headed for the living room couch. Her body collapsed onto it, and she cuddled up with one of the pillows.
                          


                          
     Steadily, she managed to fall asleep. As she slept, she failed to notice the extra weight on the couch later on. The creature seated himself down by her feet. She was curled up and trying to stay warm. A smirk fell on his lips. He set the container in his hands down on his lap and ran his nails lightly along her legs. (F/n) shifted a bit but didn't wake up.
                          


                          
     Already, the creature had some dinner, but it was more of an appetizer. What was in the container would be his entrée. Then, there was dessert. His smirk widened while his nails stopped on her midsection. They lifted up her shirt a little and touched her skin. Fanning out his nails, he pressed the tips of his fingers against her skin. It was cool from the winter weather, but there was warmth underneath it. He licked his lips at the thought of tasting it.
                          


                          
     To make sure that he didn't bite on her for dinner, he removed his hand and turned back to the container. He found the remote and turned on the television at a low volume. The creature took off the lid and pulled out the first strip. Tomorrow evening, he would have to dump the bones somewhere, but he had managed to fit everything else in her fridge. It was just very compacted, and everything of hers had to be moved elsewhere.
                          


                          
     As he picked up the fifth slim strip, he heard movement beside him. Glancing over to her, he grinned when he saw her eyes open. They locked onto him, and she looked horrified. Swiftly, she backed up against the other end of the couch. "You should've slept longer." He ate the piece, and there were still three more in the container.  The creature held it out to her. "Unless you wanted a bite." She looked like she might be sick. Giggling, he focused back on the television. "I guess that you'll have to wait until dessert, then."