The Devil is Tribrid (The Originals) Hayley Marshall

Chapter 5

Tangled Up in Blue

Arabelle pov

"I hear the ticking of the clock. I'm lying here the room's pitch dark."

Very loud music Alone by Hearts play on my penthouse while swinging my butcher's knife carelessly. I walk up to the man who is around 30's and trying to flirt with me in Rousseau's, despite my warning that i like the opposite team and unfortunately for him that i don't like men. I tied the man and hang him upside down, he's sweating like crazy and shaking his head repeatedly while trying to speak something but muffled by a bunch of Kale and tomatoes that i shove into his mouth. Under his head I place a big plastic with a bucket above it, to prevent his blood splatter and ruining my furniture. 

"And now it chills me to the bone. How do I get you alone. How do I get you alone."

I sang the song's chorus., ignoring his pleading look. I raise the knife up as the man widened his eyes in fear, with one swing i make a clean cut separate his head from his body. I grip his head and place it on the cutting board while wiping the specks of dirt on my knife with my rag to sharpen the knife.

That's what Gordon Ramsay suggested.

I cut his forehead open and take his brain out, putting it down on the cutting board. I throw the head to the fireplace, wiping the dirt off of my knife for a second then cutting the brains into two. I plan to make it into two different dishes for lunch and dinner. I place half of the brains in an empty bowl and chop the other into small pieces and put all the seasoning on it.

A moment later i made two fine food, Braised Cerebellum à La Grenobloise and Gnocchi stuffed with Medulla Oblongataina Fradiavalo Sauce. (AN: Guess this reference, from what tv series i took?) I sigh and stare at the food with a proud look as it does look very expensive, I put them down on the dining room's table. I crouch down to have a clear view of my art, "damn! I've never been this proud!" i said to myself.

I can feel myself drooling at the sight of the food that i just made by myself, I'm sure i look like ten years old looking at her sweets, I pick up Gnocchi stuffed with Medulla Oblongataina Fradiavalo Sauce. "Mama will be back soon," i said to my food. Then went to grab the spoon and fork in the kitchen cabinet's drawer return to the dining room, sitting on the barstool and change the music to Chopin. I take the first bite of my own food, can't help it, but letting out a moan. I put down the cutlery, banging my fist to the table while i shake my head in disbelief. 

"Damn it! Taste like a freaking heaven!"

I continue to eat in peace but interrupted by my phone is ringing, i saw Bex's name on it. "Oh, thank god!" i hear Bex's voice relief.