|What I did for Love
Author: readingmama PM
Bella is forced to do something she never imagined she was capable of. A FAGE 3Some gift for Life-in-the-shape-of-a-GirlRated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Angst - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 11 - Words: 6,117 - Reviews: 299 - Favs: 65 - Follows: 67 - Updated: 12-05-11 - Published: 11-27-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7590018
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Title: What I did for Love
Written for: Life-In-The-Shape-of-A-Girl
Written By: Readingmama/Vampiremama
Summary/Prompt used: The main character commits a horrible but necessary crime.
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A/N- Yes, here is another FAGE story from me. LOL. This is unbeta'd and will be short chapters. I haven't finished it yet, so I'm not sure just how long it will be. I hope you enjoy!
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The blood poured off my hands but I couldn't stop, I only had so much time left. I packed the thing I had come for, the thing this man had to die for. I couldn't afford to feel guilty; I had already made my choice.
I quickly washed away the evidence of my sin in the dirty motel bathroom, how easily the life of another could wash off me. The dark red turned the water pink and then eventually it ran clear. Looking in the mirror, I hardly recognized myself. My hair was teased and my eyes were wild, their dark a hard contrast against the stark white of my skin. I expected to be flushed from what I had done, caused from the adrenaline pulsing through me, but instead I looked more like a ghost, someone who didn't exist at all anymore.
I tugged my shirt off and tossed it into the bathtub, followed by my pants. They only had a small blood stain on them but they too would have to be destroyed. I grabbed the small container of lighter fluid from my bag, dumping it on the clothes. I coughed as the harsh chemicals filled the small room, each breath burned my throat, reminding me of what I did. I slipped on my fresh clothing and struck the match, tossing it into the tub before turning on the bathroom fan.
The clothes started on fire instantly and I let them burn for a couple minutes, until the smoke started to come, I turned on the shower and doused them back down until the fire was out. I then packed the soaking clothing into the garbage bags I brought and made my way back out to the room.
I didn't even spare a glance at the dead man on the bed. He was of no importance but I would be forever grateful for what he gave me.