Under a blood red sky

Cavan didn't often return to the scene of his murders if they were outside of a few special places. But it had been a while since he'd seen his would-be-friend, and the last time they'd been together it had been in the cemetery. He was also a little curious to see if the blood stains still remained on the tomb, or if they had done something to get them off.

It had been night the last time he'd been here, so it was easy to find where he'd killed the stranger. Cavan removed a flashlight from his bag that he'd bought specifically for this and clicked it on. The blood had seeped deep into the concrete, and while it seemed that somebody had spent some time scrubbing, he could still see the almost black red in the cracks and deep in the pits. He rubbed a hand almost lovingly over the top.

His flashlight beam played over the expanse of the tomb and then he lifted it briefly in the direction that the man's head had gone when Hearth had removed it. Of course that would be gone by now. They'd likely found it, and even if they hadn't, critters would have dragged it off. He'd forgotten to look in the paper the next day to see what had been printed, if anything. There had been a lot of distraction the rest of the night and the following couple of days, due to the nature of his meeting and the potential it had brought into his life.

He returned the beam to the tomb, bending low to see if he could smell the blood, though he knew he wouldn't be able to. His nose was merely human, and there had been weather between then and now. But he could still fantasize that he could, and he knew the scent of old blood well enough to bring it up with memory.