The floor tasted like sin. Sinful atrocities which were unbearable to even look at.
Touching the blood itself felt like a misdeed.

But it was what I had to do for living. It was my source of survival, innocent or guilty, blood is blood. In some time the groom would know what happened of his bride.

His world would come crashing down.
The treacherous dark red looked foreign on the plain peaceful white gown. The deep purpling wounds on her neck looked foreign on her pale white skin.

Way to ruin the happiest day of someone's life!

There is something to blood recieved after struggle. I'd be off to somewhere after I'm done here. Or maybe I can linger around for a while to look at people's ghost-like faces after the news reached them.

What guilt I had of killing her was all gone, for now, I was back to my senses. Feeling isn't for me, especially if it's feeling pity or sympathy.

My footsteps made no noise as I quickly strided near the groom's dressing room. Happy smiles, cheers and assurances to the groom's nervousness reverberated in the extremely festive environment.

A smug smile rested on my lips thinking of all the waste assurance. Nothing is fine, dear. Your fiance is no more.

A piercing scream jolted everyone out of their bubble of excitement. This is where shit goes down.

"Th-th-the br-bride-" The old woman passed out on the ground.

"What's wrong?" Ah, my favourite, the groom spoke up.

Everyone reached over to the bride's room and gasped at the sight. I smirked feeling victorious. I had managed to scare the hell out of so many people at once after all.

But the groom didn't seem to be much affected by it all. He tried reviving her in vain by shaking her. But his face was void of any sadness or pain of loss. All it held was disgust at the bloodshed I supposed.

What was the aim of this marriage? Did he even love her? I found myself wondering over this. What turn had my work taken? Did it from wrong turn into right?

"How could you do this to her?" The groom's father asked him in isolation from the heavy hearted public.

"I did no such thing as killing her." He defended righteously which earned a slap from his father.

"You told me you didn't want this wedding because you're a loathsome-" The elderly man had turned bright red in anger.

"Enough! You think I took her life just because I didn't want to marry her?" The groom screamed and walked away.

Curiosity bubbled up in me. I was left musing if I had helped an unwilling man from fake vows of forever.

Word count: 460 words.

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