Will POV

There was nothing in the kitchen besides champagne and mini-hotdogs. I had to pry one out of Mellissa's grasp because they've been sitting in the open for three days now. Mellissa, of course, struggled against me and at one point kicked me. "I'm not on a freaking diet! Lay off!", she hissed.

"Mellissa, that's been out for three days. You could get sick!", I hissed back at her.

"You're just being spiteful because Matt won't put his sausage in your buns", she bared her teeth.

"I'm not opposed to doing that...I mean if you want to W-Will?", Matt looked completely nervous.

"W-What?", I choked out, "t-that's not what this is about!", I argued flushed.
Matt's shoulders dropped.

"No, I mean o-of course I....", his head shot up to me. I couldn't finish that sentence. My heart wouldn't calm down.

I turned to Mellissa, blushing like an idiot, "Just put the damn hotdog down", I hissed at her.

"Okay, how about this? I'll only eat the bun, if you let Matt have your buns", she held up an index finger, trying to accentuate her point.

"T-That sounds like a f-fair deal, doesn't it Will? I mean everybody w-wins", Matt was playing with his fingers while looking at his shoes.

'Tell him you can eat a banana in one bite!', my inner voice advised.

I'm not going to do that! What's wrong with you?!

"I'm going to bed", I told them. This was getting out of hand and I didn't know how to get this conversation back on track.
I got under the scratchy covers and checked the time on my phone, it was just after midnight. My battery was about to die but I couldn't do anything about that. When you've only had three hours of sleep in three days, you tend to be grateful for any amount of sleep you can get. I closed my eyes and fell into a restless sleep, again.
The smiling Cannibal was back, but in someway he seemed more vague than before. The danger he posed before became hollow.
There was something I forgot to tell the others but I couldn't remember what. It was tickling my mind, telling me it was there but I couldn't find it.
I heard the bedroom door open and bolted upright. It was dark so I couldn't make out who had entered. I clenched my fists, trying to stay as still as possible.

"Relax, it's just me", Matt whispered. I sighed in and relaxed my muscles.
"What's wrong?"

"I couldn't sleep..."

I chuckled bitterly, "Join the club." I reached for my phone to check the time, but it's battery had died.
I felt the ratty, old mattress dip next to me. Matt cupped my cheeks and brought my face to his, his thumb started tracing my bottom lip.

"You're so beautiful", he said, in what sounded like, awe. I blushed and subconsciously bit my bottom lip.

"Will, stop teasing me", his voice was a husky baritone.

"W-what?", I coughed out. What does he mean? I'm not teasing him.

"Don't bite your lip like that, it...does things to me", he said bluntly.
I didn't know what to say but something else was fueling my actions. My body wasn't mine anymore, some lustful creature jumped into it and moved of it's own volition. I climbed onto his lap, my legs on either side of him, flung my arms around his neck and pressed my forehead to his.

His hands found my hips and his breathing became more erratic, "You won't leave my mind and it drives me insane."

"I know the feeling", I whispered against his lips.

He pressed his lips to mine, gently but firmly. An electrical hum went through me, my bones vibrated lightly, my stomach stirred and my heart beat in nervousness.
His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. I forced his face closer to mine by tightening my arms around his neck.
I lightly tugged on his hair and he let out a groan. The kiss became more heated, his tongue battled with mine, sending sparks through my being. My heart was hammering against my rid cage, begging to be set free. I tugged on his hair again and he stood up, my legs wrapping around him and he supported me with one arm. He then lied me on the bed. We didn't break the kiss.

He bit my bottom lip and I whimpered, he growled in response, "You're going to kill me if you make that sound again."

I tried to get my breathing under control as he started kissing my jaw.
I heard the sound of glass shattering upstairs. My body froze, "Matt, did you hear that?"

"Mellissa probably dropped a glass", he whispered against my throat.

"I'm gonna go check it out", I told him.

His head dropped and he groaned in frustration, "Seriously it's probably nothing", he continued kissing my neck.

I slipped out of his arms and off the bed. "Mellissa is such a freaking cockblock", he grumbled, but followed me nonetheless. I grabbed my bat on the way up the stairs.
The house was dark, the city's generators must've run out of fuel. The moon wasn't full anymore but it still created enough light for me to see my surroundings - although vaguely.

"Will! Run!", Mellissa screamed in pain.

My nerves sparked in panic and I started running to the main room. The darkness seemed to cause a feel akin to a nightmare, something that lingers but the true horror doesn't happen until the very end. It illicits an aggravating anticipation.
Mellssa was sprawled across the floor, blood running from her nose, groaning in pain. I started panicking, had she been bitten? What do I do? I felt on the verge of hysterics, unshed tears were stinging my eyes. No, I have to pretend it's not Mellissa. It's a wounded patient, how would I normally react? But then again, survival is a priority in this new world, I had to react and get rid of the danger first. My eyes swept the room.
There was no one else in the room, and a Cannibal would ignore our presence.

A person did this.

Mellissa told me, specifically, to run. That means that they are after me. I can't make a proper decision until I have all the facts.

"Matt we need to leave", I tried to sound as cold as possible.

Matt looked enraged, but I couldn't afford to have him open his stupid mouth. I put my index finger over my lips, signalling that he has to be quiet. He snapped his mouth shut, then nodded.

We marched to the front door when a familiar, sadistic voice interrupted us, "How cold of you, doc. You always struck me as a compassionate person."

Roderick emerged from around the corner of the hallway. Matt put himself between Roderick and I.
I wasn't foolish, I knew trying to talk him out of this would be pointless.

I had to kill him.

"Matt, leave", no longer faking my coldness. I couldn't keep myself alive, protect Matt and kill a deranged person who craves blood.

"Will, this time, I can't let you do this on your own", he whispered to me, never taking his eyes off of Roderick.
I was stuck now, I didn't have a plan of action and terror started freezing my muscles. I need to think, and fast.

"Roderick, what do you plan on accomplishing here?", I asked him in feigned terror. If I gave him what he wanted - fear - he would give me what I wanted - knowledge.

"To be honest doc, I want to feel your blood and hear you scream", he sounded excited.

When someone is faced with danger, they either fight it or flee from it. And I've been through too much to just succumb to intimidation.