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

Groaning, he grabbed his head as it throbbed horribly. He heard movement to his right and wondered where he was. Whatever he was on, it was soft and smelled of flowers. Oliver moaned in discomfort some from his aching head and wished for a pain reliever of some sort as well as a glass of water. Slowly, though, he lifted himself up from his position.

That was the case until his mind recalled why he was waking up in the first place and not already up. In a panic, he shot up, only to grip his head. "Oww!" he cried out, hanging his legs over the side of the ... He squinted. The couch. Wait, what couch? His brown eyes widened. Did the creature murder people on the couch, but he didn't smell any blood ... yet.

"You shouldn't push yourself."

Somehow, his eyes widened more, and he looked over towards the voice. Mrs. (l/n) was sitting across from him on a chair. A dim lamp illuminated the room, and she had a cup of tea beside her. She set down the book she was reading and met his optics with her grey ones. Oliver diverted his eyes to the book briefly. The Crimson Sea. Was some sick joke going on? His lips parted, and he looked like he might be sick.

A chuckle left her lips. Was she working with the creature? His head darted around the room before he instantly regretted his action and held his head once more. "You must not like romance novels." Oliver averted his eyes to her again. What was she talking about? Who would call a romance novel that? Maybe, it was something to do with vampires. No, that wasn't it either. It was a cruel joke that foreshadowed his oncoming, terrible and painful death.

When his brown orbs met the cover of the book again, however, he paused The Primrose Sea. What? He squinted and leaned forward. It remained that title. Was he hallucinating? Oliver rubbed his head. "Sorry, but why are you being so casual?"

"Well, I figured that it would be better for you to feel at ease why you try to remember what happened to you." She pointed to a teapot, which her husband had brought her after the creature had gone, which had been about two hours ago. (M/n) hoped that her daughter was alright and was managing to outrun the creature. The woman hid her worry, however, and smiled gently. "Would you like some tea to help?"

"What?" Oliver looked at her like she had grown another limb. Didn't she understand the dire circumstance they were in? "No." She looked a little taken aback by his abrupt answer. Noticing that, he quickly added, "Thanks, though," before he leaned his arms on his knees. "Mrs. (l/n), don't you understand the danger present?"

"Danger?" She appeared perplexed and tilted her head a little.

"Yes." He rubbed his temples. How did she not know the creature was right on her doorstep along with someone else who was helping that thing? "Look, that thing from the tunnels is back. Someone helping it knocked me out. This happened right outside of your house!" Oliver pointed to the doors for emphasis. "We need to get in the car and leave now! It's not safe here!" he practically yelled, panic consuming him some.

(M/n) raised an eyebrow. "The creature? He's been gone for eight months now." A saddened expression crossed her countenance. "So has my daughter ..." Oliver tried to feel sympathetic for the woman in that moment, but he was more worried about dying a gruesome death. "Why would he be back? Everyone was right." She let out a long sigh. "He wanted her. Now, he has her."

"No, you're wrong. Or, maybe, it was her who had jumped me!" Instantly, he realized his mistake.

The woman froze a bit before her eyes narrowed. "You'd accuse my daughter of actually helping that thing!" Her hands tightened on the armrests. "Look, I don't know what you saw out there, but my husband and I found you out there unconscious in the snow. You could've died from the cold if we hadn't brought you in, yet you sit there and make such an accusation?" (M/n)'s tone rose with every statement, and Oliver shrank back into the couch.

"I'm sorry." He appeared as though he were a kicked kitten who wanted nothing more than to disappear. "I shouldn't have said that." She huffed and sat back down completely, crossing her arms over her chest in the process. "But, the creature was out there." Oliver shivered at the memory. "I thought that you two had been killed."

Peering around himself carefully, he tried to locate his camera. "I even have proof." His brows furrowed. "I just need to find it."

"If you need to find it, how do you have it?" she asked before she took a sip of her tea.

"It's on my camera." His eyes locked onto hers. "Did you see it out there with me?" She shook her head. "Sh ... Aghh!" he cried out, grabbing some of his locks, as he managed not to curse in front of the woman. "That thing must've taken it."

"Why did you have a camera with you?" Oliver paused, and a nervous smile fell on his lips. "And, I would like to know why you were all the way out here so early in the morning."

Fumbling with words, he ended up asking her a question. "Why were your husband and you outside?"

Again, an eyebrow of hers rose as annoyance grew on her face. He wished that he could scoot back further into the fabrics of the couch. "One, it's our home. We can choose if we walk our property late at night, especially since people try to break into the mausoleums at times." Probably, he shouldn't have questioned her on that. She appeared ready to burst out of her chair and yell. "Secondly, my husband had heard something outside, so we had gone to check on it since the sound had woken us both up." (M/n) released a drawn out, irritated sigh. "Unfortunately, someone somehow had stolen our car. That's when we had seen you and brought you inside."

"The creature must've stolen it," he answered without hesitation.

"Yes, the creature came back into town and to our home to steal our car after he already has our daughter," her face grew grim, "if she's even still alive." Her hands drew up to her face and covered her eyes for a bit. A few tears trickled down her cheeks and onto her lap. They were real tears, but they were out of concern since her daughter might've already lost the game with the creature. Goodness, she hoped not.

Wringing his hands out of guilt, he commented, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean ..."

"If you're truly sorry, you'll answer my questions instead of giving me one." Her tone was harsh as she wiped her eyes. (M/n) sipped her tea some before she placed it back down.

Nerves on overdrive, his eyes darted away from hers. He had pissed her off, and she could charge him for trespassing. First, that awful thing and now this. The night was going horrendously. At least, he wasn't dead. Almost, he cracked a smile until he remembered where he was at and who he was sitting across from. She'd probably knock him out if a smile so much as even tickled his lips.

"Well, I ... I ..." She was growing more impatient by the second. "I ..." Forcing himself to attain some courage back, he swallowed and managed not to stutter on his next words. "I was trying to take pictures of any paranormal activity on your property." His hands held onto each other tightly. "It was to get into a paranormal group at school." He gulped, and she motioned him to go on if there was more. "Well, they wanted to see a picture of ... a picture of ..."

"My daughter?" He nodded steadily while she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "My advice. Stay far away from that group." Oliver didn't say anything on that. Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she knew that he wouldn't listen. Not even a human-eating creature could stop people from messing with things beyond them.

Not needing to hear anymore, (m/n) stood up. "I'm going to get my husband. We're calling and explaining this to your parents."

"What?!" He rose up from his seat before he held his head. "But ..."

Immediately, he went silent upon noting her glare. It was piercing. Clearly, she wouldn't handle any arguments. "And, stop this nonsense about the creature. He's not back." Going up the steps partially, she called for her husband before she stared to the teen again. "I don't know what you saw out there or if you even saw something. All I know is that this decision of yours was foolish and could've gotten you killed."

Soon, steps were heard coming towards the stairs. (D/n) walked down and squeezed his wife's right shoulder comfortingly before he directed his attention to the teen. "Do you need any water or snacks while we wait for them to pick you up?" Oliver shook his head, though; he wanted to cry. With his life still intact, he could try again with the paranormal group, but he doubted that they would be forgiving. The young teen fell back on the couch and, at that point, just wished for the awful night to be over.