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

If she raced for the door, the second option would be put into place, but if she darted for the bathroom, she wouldn't be trying to escape. The creature never had told her where he wanted to take a bite, and it wasn't her problem that a door would just happen to be between them and locked. (F/n) figured that she could apply the same logic to the rest of the house, but he had dragged her into her room, so he had set the perimeters to some degree.

Her eyes stayed on him. He was leaning against her desk, and his eyes never left hers. They were incredibly chilling, and it didn't help that he had a smile on his pale, almost ghost-white, lips. His left nails tapped against his right arm. Clearly, he was growing impatient, but he was most definitely counting down the minutes.

She didn't have long. Her hands clenched the sheets briefly before she threw herself off of the bed. Immediately, the creature acted and raced to grab her, but she launched herself into the bathroom. His nails nearly scratched her back. (F/n) slid across the rug and tile before she rolled herself onto her back and kicked the door shut.

He pressed against it, and her foot wouldn't hold out. Swiftly, she stood to her feet and slammed all of her weight against the wood. She managed to get it closed for a moment. Hurriedly, she locked the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, there was no window in the bathroom. She was only stalling the inevitable. Her parents would grow suspicious if she stayed in the bathroom for the whole night, and they would find the creature in her room. That would spell out disaster, but she didn't want to give him any more. Once was enough for her, and the pain of his bite remained strong in her mind.

"(F/n), this is only making things worse for you." His nails tapped against the wood. "I'm only getting hungrier for you. I think that you're underestimating my craving too much." She didn't answer; she only scooted farther away from the door.

(F/n) leaned against the bathtub. Instantly, she jumped. She peered over left shoulder and screamed. A skeleton hand was on her shoulder, and its head was close to her face. Whacking the hand off, she scurried away and ended up in the middle of the bathroom. The doorknob wiggled, and she heard the creature giggling. "Did you have another vision?" the creature asked in a sing-song voice.

Hesitantly, she eyed the tub again. The skeleton was still there. It leaned over the side and chuckled. "I wonder what part he's going to take from you." Its chin rested on its right hand. "Maybe, your tongue. Then, you couldn't even say no to him." Another chuckle left it.

Covering her ears and closing her eyes, she whispered, "No, I buried you. You're not here." A chuckle broke through her weak barrier. She heard the movement of bones, but she didn't want to look. "You're not here. I'm by myself here."

"Are you sure?" Dean's voice sounded right in front of her. "Open your eyes and check." She wouldn't listen to him; she only curled up more. Fingers glided over her skin, and she shivered from fear. Why did the creature have to come back?

Bony fingers rested on her head, but something felt off. The rest of the hand didn't feel skeletal. Steadily, she opened her eyes. Another cry almost left her, but the creature's hand covered her mouth. "No more screaming, (f/n)." A giggle left him. "I'm surprised that you didn't even hear me lock picking the door." He held up a paperclip before he stuck it in his right hoodie pocket. "That must've been some vision."

Nails drew away from her lips as he took a seat in front of her. Terror reigned her eyes, and she didn't move. Fear paralyzed her. She hadn't even thought about him lock picking the door. "Now, that wasn't very nice of you. Do you really wish to test my hunger?"

"I ..." She couldn't speak; she just wanted him to leave her alone.

"No excuses? Well, fine by me." His eyes scanned her over before he held out his left hand. "Give me your hand." Instantly, she brought both her hands closer to her. "(F/n), I really wouldn't test me right now. You're beginning to look like more than dessert."

I was really hoping for your tongue. Whatever, another time. Her eyes shot over to the tub, but she didn't see Dean there. She gazed back to the creature, but Dean was directly in front of her. His skeletal hands reached up to her lips, but she dodged. Speedily, she lifted herself up and darted out of the bathroom. Annoyed, the creature picked himself up and easily grabbed her right arm. He tugged her back into the bathroom.

"No, let me go!" she shouted, struggling against him. He squeezed her wrist tighter and held it up above her head. A yelp escaped her, but her eyes didn't go to him. They landed on Dean. He was back in the bathtub and waving his fingers to her. "Please, I don't want to be in here," she cried out, her whole body shaking.

"You're the one who came into here first," the creature pointed out as he glanced back. A giggle parted from him, but she took the opportunity presented to her. She brought up her free hand and went to punch him. Quickly, the creature caught her fist and quirked a brow. "Your mind really must be giving you h*ll."

Hate stared back at him. "This is your entire fault! You just had to come back here after I was finally making progress away from these awful hallucinations. Now, let me go and leave me alone!"

"We've already been through this. I don't control your mind, and I never made you enter those tunnels. I never made anyone ever enter them, but all of you cast the blame on me because it makes your lives simpler. And, I've only been surviving."

"No, you haven't. You enjoy sick games. So, stop trying to sound innocent."

"I'm not innocent at all, and I do enjoy them, but that's not the issue. You entered my home first. You took my home from me by giving away my weakness. That was your decision. Now, you're paying for the consequences, and you just happen to taste very delicious to me. Now, that's not your fault, but it seriously sucks for you." She was about to retort back, but he cut her off.

"Now, stop creating a commotion. Your parents will hear eventually, and then your situation will become worse." He giggled more. "It's almost like you want your parents to discover me. Maybe, I should stop reminding you. It would be fun to watch."

Words disappeared from her, and she looked down. She wrenched her wrists from him, but he grabbed her right hand once more. "Not so fast. You can pout and curse me later. I'm taking my dessert, and you don't get to decide what. You took much too long." Her eyes widened, and she tried to break her wrist free. His grip was too strong, however.

The teen made another attempt to punch him, but he caught her fist again and forced it down. His right arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. She shoved against him, but her efforts stopped once he bit into her hand. Her lips parted, and his free hand swept up to her mouth and silenced the yell. It hurt terribly, and his teeth sank in more.

While he drank crimson, some escaped and ran down her arm. Tears formed, and her knees wanted to collapse from the pain. Horror ate at her. She didn't know if he would consume her whole hand or just what he had in his mouth so far. (F/n) just desired it to stop. To keep herself from falling, she gripped the one side of his hoodie.

Attention focusing on his hand over her mouth, she thought that she might be able to stop him. After a sob left her, she sucked back the pain and put her all into biting his hand. Her teeth clasped around the flesh. Immediately, he let go of her hand and tore his away. She dropped to the ground and cradled her wounded hand in her other. The bite marks were so deep; her hand would need stitches. (F/n) tasted blood in her mouth and spit it out soon after.

Inspecting his hand, the creature saw the wound heal. Only a little blood had spilled. His eyes peered down to (f/n). "That's the second time."

Slowly, she met his gaze. Her eyes burned with loathing. "Good. Because, I'm going to kill you. And, that's just a small taste of what you'll feel." He stood up straight and inspected her. It was obvious that she still feared him immensely, but her confidence was just as bright. The creature couldn't help but enter a series of giggles.

Eyes gleaming, he responded, "I can't wait to see what you have planned." He crouched down to her level. His right hand reached out to her, and she moved back. The creature persisted and wiped some blood from her lips. She went to bite him again, but he drew it back in time and giggled.

Bringing his thumb to his eyes, he analyzed it fondly. "You're way too much fun." His tongue ran over it before he stood back up again. "We should get you patched up, though."