He starts screaming as soon as the gag is out of his mouth. I reach into it, grab his tongue, and cut it off. He is too busy choking on his own blood to scream at that point. I cut into the palm of my hand with the already bloody knife, and squeeze my blood into the bowl. I toss the tongue in the bowl also.
I sprinkle another ingredient in the bowl and light the contents on fire. I start chanting the required spell and then turn back to the man tied in the chair. He starts to struggle as I walk back towards him.
"Shhh," I say and hold the flaming bowl under his neck and slit his throat, letting his blood put the fire out. I chant the spell one more time, thunder rumbles in the distance,and the sacrifice is done.
I am one step closer to getting my beloved back.
I sigh as I look down at my clothes. Completely ruined with blood splatter. I go upstairs and get a trashbag, shoving the still gurgling body of the man into it, and then stripping naked and putting all of my clothes in there as well. I go out to my backyard and dig a six foot hole, shoving the garbage bag into it. In a few minutes, a cadaver is buried and I am back in my house taking a shower.
My good mood about a productive night is ruined when my doorbell rings while I am in the middle of shampooing my hair. "One second!" I yell as loudly as I can and hurry to wash the shampoo out of my hair.
Turning the shower off, I wrap a towel around my hair and another around my body before running down the stairs to answer the door. I fling it open to find Tristan standing there.
"Ugh, what do you want?"
"I want some answers. WHere did that man go? What did you do with him?"
"That's none of your business. Go away."
He tries to push his way into my house but finds that I am a lot stronger than he anticipated. He pushes harder and I still don't move. "Like I said, go away. I don't want to hurt you."
He backs up after a while of pushing against what is essentially a brick wall. "Goodnight," I say.
I lock my door behind him and go to my back door to lock that too. Though I don't think that he will try to break in, I would rather he not try to go to the back door and see the newly dug grave.
As soon as I am sure that he is gone, I go back upstairs and finish taking my shower. He may end up being a problem. I would rather not kill him, as that will probably send the police straight to me, but since he is so hellbent on finding out what happened that he came to what might be a serial killer's house to find out, I am going to have to kill him.
I am going to have to wait awhile and befriend him. He can be the sacrifice for the full moon after the next one. ThAt will hopefully be a long enough period of time that nobody will expect me.
They probably wouldn't suspect me anyway since I am a girl who looks like I can't lift forty pounds. I should probably tone it down in PE also. But it is always good to be cautious. I can find somebody else for next month and then after that I can start planning Tristan's kidnapping.
