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This one-shot is dark and troubled. It flowed as a result of my mood. I apologize that this isn't a new installment of An Accidental Text; I can't get my head there just yet.
This one-shot was not beta'd. Any errors are mine.
It was dark.
It was so dark that even I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. Was I now blind as a result of my sins?
The dark was good though, because I didn't want to see my hands. I knew they were covered in blood.
I couldn't stop.
I couldn't stop myself and I felt sick with guilt and grief.
Why couldn't I stop?
It was the blood. The blood was everywhere; it covered me and it smelled…
Delicious … so … decadent. The exquisite aroma was life-affirming.
Blood. It filled the humans. Pulsed through their bodies giving them life. I laughed. How could the humans continue to exist on this planet without my kind draining each and every one of them dry?
I licked my fingers.
There was one I loved. But I was torn between the love I felt and the life's blood I craved.
To drink my beloved's blood would be orgasmic; I knew that it would. An orgasmic fluid that felt like sin as it slid down my throat, cooling the burning ache.
The human made me stop and think, consider. So I watched and I wondered.
The lady and tiger. The human and the blood. Which did I choose?
Pulled from the thoughts spiraling through my mind, I heard a banging on the door. Someone urgently calling my name.
I looked up as the door crashed open and the lights switched on.
It made the room much too bright. The light would reveal my sins, my error, my failure.
I knew I was naked; as was my love, save for the blood.
So much blood.
I should have been ashamed at what I'd done, but the shame didn't come. There was nothing but a growl that meant my love was mine. Mine to protect. Mine to love. All mine.
The man screamed my name to get my attention. It sounded loud and harsh and chiding. Nails on a chalkboard.
I looked up to see the man I knew was Carlisle Cullen. He would see. See what'd I'd done. See what was mine.
He would see his son, Edward, naked on my bed, drenched in blood.
"Oh Bella, what have you done?"
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Thank you for allowing me this indulgence and to excise words filling my brain.
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