The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 22: Ignorance is bliss.
Pen Name: Bedelia
What remains of the man falls from her arms. The blood smeared across her lips turns sour, but still, she wants more. The fire in her throat speaks not in screams, as she did when she burned into this new form, but in seductive whispers. It purrs and caresses, coaxing her to kill again.
Edward will understand. Rosalie will sneer and Carlisle will sigh, but years ago, Edward lived like this.
What remains of her conscience digs its spurs into her heart, finding the spot that still stings.
This life seemed so much easier when it was just an idea.