A/N: I would recommend putting the video on loop since it's short. 

  Having gathered enough information on his little doe, he had pushed all the contents under the bed. Drem had proceeded to close the zipper to the point where it was before. Now, though, he was waiting in the hall for his prey to wake up. He had already tried several tactics to wake her up, such as banging things loudly in the house or even throwing one of the couch pillows at her continuously.

None of those worked, so he was left with just watching her for hours on end. His chin rested in the palms of his hands, and his elbows rested on his knees, while he sat cross-legged. Occasionally, his eyes would turn to the wristwatch on her left wrist. The time seemed to go by annoyingly slow, but it wasn't as bad as it had been before. At least now he had some company that was actually amusing.

Unlike Nathan, she didn't know what he was capable of. She was defenseless against him, and Nathan was away. Nathan wouldn't be able to do a thing about his behavior. Still, if she was asleep, he couldn't do much. Or rather, he wouldn't do much now.

Bored, he blew some strands of her hair back and forth across her face. They glided effortlessly across her soft looking skin. It reminded him of ocean waves rolling up onto the sand covered shore. Such a calming movement caused him to sit up straight and extend his fingers out towards her.

He stopped moving her hair, as he glided his fingers across her skin. It was a shame, though. Drem couldn't feel anything under them. Not even the cool air of the ac affected him. His lips turned downwards into a frown, as he moved his thumbs across her cheeks in a stroking manner. The warmth, which should've been there, wasn't; he couldn't feel the warm blood under her skin. How he desired to feel it, though.

Well, he could do so if he truly wished it. He could move closer and have the blood rush through his veins again, but he didn't want to do that yet. It wasn't necessary at the moment, and there would be ample opportunities to do so later. Still, it was a tantalizing idea. Finally, after so long he would be able to feel the temperature of his surroundings; he would be able to bask under the warmth of the summer sun. At the same time, however, he would need patience. Besides, if he chose the right time, that feeling would be heightened, and he would enjoy it that much more.

During his thoughts, though, he didn't realize that his grip was increasing. He didn't loosen his grip until he heard a low moan of discomfort exit his doe's lips. Drem drew his hands back slightly, as a grin tugged at the corners of his lips. His eyes lighted up with glee when he noticed her move her head back and forth a little. It was quite a satisfying reaction to watch, and he found himself lowering his hands again.

Soon enough, another moan left her mouth. Subconsciously, she tried to draw her head back again, but he kept his hands in place. Her body started to move a bit more, as she started to wake up. Perhaps, he should've tried that method sooner. Then again, it was dark outside now, and night was more beneficial to him. His actions would have more of an effect on her, since people tended to get scared more easily in the darker hours.

When she finally awoke, he drew his hands back and stood up. He would give her a little breather, but if she tried to leave the house again, that short time of relaxation would quickly end. So for the moment, he stood off to the left of her and merely observed her.

Blinking her eyes open, she felt an overwhelming coldness on her face. Her cheeks felt like they were burning due to the sensation present there. So, she scanned over the area from her position on the floor, but she was surprised to find something soft under her head. She reached back and could feel a pillow there. When she had fallen, there was no pillow in the area. How did it get there, then?

Regardless of the pillow, her head hurt immensely, and her cheeks were still feeling the unpleasant cold sensation. She rubbed her cheeks with her hands to warm them up, as she sat up slowly. A pain shot through her head, though, upon doing so. Speedily, she lay back down and groaned slightly.

Rolling over onto her left side, she held her hands to her cheeks and closed her eyes for a moment. That fall was the second one of the day, and she wasn't that clumsy. Was the uneasy atmosphere getting to her so much that it was having such side effects? Whatever the case, she remembered that she was going to talk to her parents and bring them over.

Upon opening her eyes, though, she noticed the little amount of light in the hallway. Her gaze turned towards the window in the kitchen. It was dark outside. She grumbled out in annoyance, since she had been out for so long.

Personally, she didn't want to walk out on the sidewalk at night. Gasper Drive wasn't particularly dangerous, but moving about with a headache still wouldn't be wise. Something could still happen to her if she wasn't careful. Granted, weird things were happening inside Nathan's house, but most everything had some logical explanation to accompany the supernatural one.

Right now, she just needed to get a pain reliever for her headache. In the morning she would go. It may possibly be safer outside, but she didn't want to collapse on the sidewalk unconscious. She could tell that she had hit her head reasonably hard, so she figured that it would be better to just lie down for the night.

Gradually, she stood up onto her feet. She swayed a little, but she stabilized herself on the right wall. Afterwards, she made her way to the bathroom to get a pain reliever from the medicine cabinet. On her way there, she ignored the pillow and decided to think on it later.

Reaching the bathroom, she turned on the light, opened the medicine cabinet and found a bottle of pain relievers inside. She screwed off the top and took one pill out. Once she closed the bottle, she set it back in the cabinet and closed it. With the pill in hand, she shut off the bathroom light and headed over to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

On her way there, she switched on the necessary lights and closed the curtains in the area. With the house set up for the night, she finally grabbed a glass and filled it with the desired beverage. Popping the pill in her mouth, she downed half of the water in the glass.

Keeping the glass with her, she made her way onto the living room couch. She placed the water on the coffee table before she laid her head on the other pillow on the couch. Her right arm draped over her eyes, as she grumbled out in irritation. Frankly, she didn't expect to get a headache over the course of this job. It was supposed to be relaxing, yet her mind was constantly reviewing how certain things were happening in the home.

Drawing her arm away from her (e/c) eyes, she nearly jumped out of her seat. The pillow, which was supposed to be in the hallway, was now back on the couch. She moved backwards on the couch to get away from it. Her mind rattled itself for an explanation, as she drew her knees up to her chest.

Gripping the couch arm behind her, with the palms of her hands, she knew that a pillow couldn't appear suddenly out of thin air. It had been moved there. Even when in the hallway, it had been placed there. The question was by whom? Was she just hallucinating? Had the pillow been there the whole time?

No, it couldn't have been. She had clearly felt the pillow under her head when she was in the hallway; she had even seen it there. Perhaps, hitting her head had caused her to just imagine the pillow being there. Still, that explanation was too doubtful. The sensation of the pillow under her head had been too real.

None of her would move. She just sat paralyzed, trying to wrap her head around what was in front of her. Could she just be having a bad nightmare? (F/n) tried to pinch herself, after she was able to control her limbs again. Still, she remained sitting on the couch. Granted, pinching didn't always work to wake oneself up.

Cautiously, she picked up her glass of water and made her way off the couch. She drank the rest of it before she went into the kitchen. Acting casually, she washed the glass and set it back in the cupboard. Screw her headache and her reasoning from before; she was getting out of the house. So, she would act calm before she would dart for the front door.

Stepping out from the kitchen, she made it seem like she was going down the hallway. She took a step towards the empty hall before she swiftly turned on her heel. Her head ached from the quick movement, but she dealt with the pain for now. Once out of the house, she would take it easy.

Dashing for the front door, she extended out her right hand and reached for the lock. Her trembling fingers managed to unlock the door, and she proceeded to turn the doorknob. As the door opened somewhat, she felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her.

Fate was not in her favor, however. Her hand slipped from the doorknob, as she went crashing to the floor. The door shut itself and the lock turned back to its original position. Drem stepped up to her once again unconscious form. "Such a bad little doe," he voiced, as he shook his head mockingly. With that, he moved her form back into the hallway. He would make it seem as though she really had just dreamed up the past fifteen minutes.