He seemed tired, so she let him fall asleep, right next to her. She had no plans of sleeping tonight. She had no plans of waking the house to her screams. Or the pity that would follow.
She watched him sleep, thankful for the moon outlining his features. His nose was so incredibly masculine and definitely not straight, but she loved it just the same. His hair went a bit this way and that, and she ran her fingers through to tame it. The stubble on his jaw was sharp when she ran her finger down his jaw, and she just soaked in the rhythm of his breathing for many long hours.
She heard her stomach groan as well as she felt it, so she decided to reheat her leftovers. She carefully snuck out from under his body and tip toes to the dark kitchen. It felt good to be able to feed her physical hunger, rather than work through it. When the dinger chimed on the microwave, she just held the plate there in the kitchen, savoring the smell and warmth of the place. All the lights were off in the house except for whoever was working in the bedrooms-turned-offices. Everything was calm.
She was savoring some fish when something caught her eye. She looked out the kitchen window, which overlooked the long curvy drive, and she noticed a pair of headlights. They turned into the drive, and just sat at the bottom. Then the vehicle backed out and took back off the same direction it came from.
Probably just some lost tourist she thought to herself, calming the panic that boiled up so quickly these days.
She lost her appetite for the rest of the food, and rewrapped it for later.
She continued to watch out the window until she saw something cross the driveway. It had to be a deer or some form of wildlife she told herself. Certainly it would not be a human at this time of the night…
The panic boiled back up and she knew she had to do something but didn’t know what. She kept watching the figure, and when it stepped out into the moonlight, she could see it was a human. This was no furry creature. It seemed to see her, too, and it turned and ran back into the woods.
Quickly, she ran to wake Tucker. He quickly alerted the rest of the team, and everyone in that house was checking monitors, donning tactical gear, and speaking in abbreviated sentences she couldn’t quite understand. She stood there, motionless, unsure what to do. She returned to the window, and she noticed a dark object, most likely a vehicle with the headlights turned off, stop about where the driveway ended and then race off again. She announced this to whoever could hear her, and then they set out into the night.
It was such a blur. She had no idea how he had found her way up here, but quite possibly the Monster was on the prowl.