The Second Stair From the Top (Part 2)

So on you go, fleeing for your life, heart trying to leap out of your chest, sweat soaking you to the bone back in your bed, and me staying just out of sight but sending tremors of horror through your body. The aura of fear you're releasing raises me to a hungered state, I lash out with one clawed finger ripping a ragged line across your back and side. You awaken, bolting upright in bed sticking to the sheets. Realizing it was a "dream" you head to the stairs to get a drink, I reach out from the shadow on the second stair from the top, grabbing your right ankle causing you to crash down the stairs braking your left leg and arm. Now I pour out of the darkness, solidifying in front of you, if only you had looked in your bed and seen the bloodstain soaking into the bedding, at least you would have known, not that you could have done anything. So now here we are, you mangled on the floor, me licking my lips and staring into your eyes, I lean in close and bite off your right cheek just so you can scream that much louder.