The red liquid mixed into the wiggling, jiggling yellow mixture, turning it a dark color.
Blood dripped down from the ceiling, and fell into the bowl. A hand picked up a wooden spoon off of the table and put it in the bowl of blood and pudding, slowly circling in the bowl and mixing it together.
The one that the hand belonged to smiled and lifted the spoon to his lips, tasting the special treat he had prepared for himself.
The door to the TARDIS opened and Amelia Pond walked inside. She made her way down the halls towards The Doctor's bedroom. She knocked quietly on the door.
"Doctor? Are you in there?"
The Doctor jumped at the sound of Amy's voice and quickly hid his bowl under his bed. "Sorry Amy, give me a moment please!" He went into the washroom and quickly washed his face. He then proceeded to grab a face cloth from the counter and went back to his room to clean the blood off of his ceiling. He remembered the body he had left upstairs and cussed under his breath. "Just a minute. I'm incredibly... Naked. Right now. Wouldn't want to traumatise you. With how... Utterly naked I am. Currently."
Amy turned around and leaned against the door mumbling to herself. "Might not mind it, actually."
A couple of minutes later, The Doctor finally opened the door and greeted Amy. "Hello, sorry." He grinned and grabbed a bowtie off of his table, tying it around his shirt's collar.
Amy eyed him carefully. "Why were you naked anyway?"
"None of your business..."
She smirked. "It might be."
The Doctor flicked Amy's shoulder and walked away, closing his bedroom door. "Never will be. You're getting married tomorrow."
The red-haired girl rolled her eyes. "Oh, well aren't you just the most booooring thing that ever crawled out of Gallifrey."
"I've crawled out of more than just Gallifrey," he mumbled as he swung open the door to the console room.
Amelia swung around a pole and landed in front of the raggedy man. "Like where?"
"Satan's pit." He pushed past her and flipped a switch on the console. Within a few short minutes, they had moved ahead a few short years and had landed in Amy's time.
She stepped out the door of the big blue Police Public Call Box and tapped her shoes on the ground a few times.
"To the wedding, now?" The Doctor looked down the road beyond where he had parked the TARDIS.
Amy sighed and nodded. "Aye-aye."
The Weary Traveller walked away from her and towards the wedding hall. Amy followed close behind him.
She tripped.
She skid her knees across the ground.
She began bleeding.
The Doctor's sense of smell altered his sense of right or wrong.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to Amy.
"Doctor, could you help me up?"
The color and brightness faded from his eyes and they turned black.
He opened his mouth to reveal sharp fangs.
Amy's face shone with pure terror.