The night was dark and wet and there was not a single soul in sight. It had rained all day and there were puddles everywhere. The moon's rays could not break through the heavy clouds which added to the already creepy atmosphere, but despite these conditions he was determined to undergo his task because he knew that it was now or never!.
He walked slowly across the street prepared for the worst, "It would be a piece of cake" he assured himself, the thought boosted his determination and he crept through the night, unheard and unseen, towards his destination. Wrapped in a black cloak he slowly unlocked the door to the building and entered noiselessly, his satanic eyes searched for the stairs in the darkness. Soon he was climbing up the flight of stairs towards the room where his prey lay and in no time he found himself standing outside her room. He got prepared to do his job, he tried the doorknob but it was locked this did not alarm him as he had a spare key, one of the perks of being her boyfriend.
The room was pitch black but he could make out the outline of her silhouette lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. He switched on the lights, the girl on the bed stirred a bit but did not wake up from her slumber. He then took a knife and a paper out of his pocket and placed them on the ground, he looked at her long, blonde, silky hair and her fair face. She looked just as beautiful as she did when he had first met her, he felt like there was a knot in his stomach and a lump in his throat, "I"m falling in love with her", he thought in disbelief. He had never had problems performing this ritual before but this time around he just couldn't gather himself to do it but he had no choice.
Mustering some courage, he pulled himself together, grabbed the ominous knife and slit her throat, the blood gushed out as he watched her tremble in pain. Picking up the paper from the ground he chanted the words fluently out loud as he felt his blood rush through his veins, starting slowly from his chest and crept up to his head.