Disclaimer: I'm only going to mention this once in the story(and a author's note in the beginning), I do not own Twilight or any of the characters from it, clearly. They're all owned by Stephenie Meyer. The only thing I own here is this twisted plot that has been nagging the crap out of my imagination lately :).

WARNING: This story is rated M, so little ones, do not read after this chapter, because I'd hate to be the one to scar your innocence.

With all that being mentioned, let's get on with the story!

"The End of it All"

Drip…

Pale, lifeless, and sleep.

That's exactly what he looked like. If it weren't for all the blood pooling around his limp body, I would have thought that he had fallen asleep.

What lay before me was a corpse; what lay before me was the sin that I committed.

"Bella, snap out of it!" I heard a voice yell distantly as I found myself lost in my head.

Drip…

This wasn't real…

None of it was real.

"Bella!"

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

I felt a hand yank on my arm, pulling my body towards it.

Edward stood in front of me, glaring daggers into my soul. "Drop the gun," he said tightly.

Drip…

My fingers tightened around the object in my hand, wanting to drop it, but my body wouldn't work as I kept it pointing in his direction.

I had really…

Drip…

"Give…it…to me…" he said cautiously, taking a hold of the gun from me.

Red…

Thick…

Liquid…

That's all my mind could think about, seeing the thick, crimson liquid all over the hardwood floor.

"Bella!"

At hearing my name again, I released my hold on the gun immediately.

"I…killed someone," I said, hearing my own voice sound in a daze. I couldn't believe it.

"Self-defense, Bella," Edward said sternly. "That's what this is."

Drip…

Immediately, I shook my head as my eyes burned with tears of fear…sadness…or, happiness?

I wasn't sure. I was sure of one thing, though. I'm a murderer.

"I'm a killer, Edward," I sobbed suddenly, not able to control it anymore.

"You're not—"

I burst out laughing uncontrollably, feeling a random surge of happiness course through me suddenly as realization hit me.

I'm…free?

"Bella—"

"No, Edward. We have to call the police and turn ourselves in before it's too late," I said, rationalizing all the possibilities of what could happen if we didn't.

Nothing made much sense to me now, but this…I was sure of this, that we would both get put behind bars. Or, just me.

"No, we don't have to do that. We need to get out of here, though," Edward said.

Drip…

I shook my head, staring down at my uncle's blood as it began to touch the tip of my toes. I moved back, releasing a loud yell.

Feeling the blood touch my body was like a reminder that I did this; that I killed the man who raised me.

"We have to call the cops, Edward. We have to tur—"

I felt firm, full lips cut me off, kissing me harder than I had ever been kissed before. I couldn't enjoy the kiss because the tears continued to pour from my eyes, telling me that this is wrong.

"We'll be fine. We just need to clean everything up, and—"

I shook my head vigorously. "No!"

"Yes, Isabella. Listen to me," he said, grabbing my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. "You're going to go to the kitchen and clean up the bastard's blood, and I'll get the living room cleaned."

My eyes widened, surprised that he was actually doing this. He was actually planning for us to hide the evidence.

This was wrong…

By the mere fact that we would have to hide it, made it so wrong. I couldn't do this.

Drip…

"Yes, you can. And, bella?" he called, getting my attention.

I looked him in the eyes, still feeling horrified by this whole accident.

"I love you," he said.

Instantly, my heart began to beat faster against my chest, and not because of the adrenaline of this whole situation.

I could just hear the sincerity in his tone, so I nodded my head, believing him like I always had. "I love you too," I said.

"Then, trust me with this. We're going to be okay," he said, hugging me tightly.

Drip…

The back of my eyes burned with tears, and I pulled away from him. "Okay," I said, wanting to believe him.

I really wanted to believe him, but I didn't see how we could get away with this.

We may have gotten away with everything else we were doing behind my uncle and Edward mom's back over the last few months, but not this. This was different from us having sex in the room next door, almost every night.

This was unforgiveable.

"To the kitchen. Esme will be here soon," he instructed after giving me one last kiss.

Drip…

I walked to the kitchen on wobbly legs, knowing they would give out soon from the terror shaking in my entire body.

The dead body I saw on the floor caused the familiar emotions that I felt earlier at seeing my uncle, came crashing down on me, and the little hope I had that we would get away with this, disappeared.

We were fucked.

I looked at the phone on the counter and rushed to it, immediately. We wouldn't get away with this. I had read too many books and articles about this, and we wouldn't make it.

So, I dialed 911.

After a few rings, someone picked up.

Before the person could even respond, I jumped straight to it. "There's…there's blood; so much fucking blood, and…and…I killed—"

"Bella!"

I dropped the phone from my ear, surprised to hear Edward's voice. "I…"

"Fuck, Bella. Why did you do that?" he asked, rushing to my side, ending the call immediately. "They're going to be here any minute now."

He sounded angry, but I didn't care.

"I can't do this, Edward! I'd rather die than not turn myself in!" I exclaimed, reaching for the phone to call them back.

Sirens went off in the town, letting us both know that the police were on the way.

"Fuck…fuck, Bella! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair, frustrated. "We have to go."

He was already grabbing my wrist, dragging me out of the kitchen. I nearly slipped because of the blood that was pooled all over the kitchen floor.

Two dead bodies in the house that I once called home.

I pulled back my wrist after that thought. "We can't leave! We have to turn me in!" I exclaimed, but he was already grabbing my hand again.

Drip…

"I'm just as guilty as you are because I killed that bastard in the kitchen, with no hesitations. We have to leave, Bella. We can get away from this," he said, sounding so sure of himself.

I wanted to believe him…I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn't see how we would.

"How?! Where will we go?!" I sobbed, holding on to him tightly. I was scared…

He leaned down, kissing my lips softly. "You'll be safe as long as you stay with me. Just trust me," he said.

I stared into his eyes, wide-eyed, seeing the honesty in them as I had for all these months. I nodded, holding on to his hand tightly.

Drip…

He pulled me towards the door of our house before I looked back one more time, hoping the sirens would stop as they got closer to my home.

The last thing I saw was the bottle of alcohol tipped over, the remaining liquid, dripping on the floor by my uncle's head.

A/N: Clearly, this chapter is very short, because it is a prologue. Please let me know what you guys think, or if I should continue it, because this is my first time writing a twilight fanfiction. I read so many twilight stories(love the cringy movies too!), so I thought, why not take a jab at it? :). And, this story idea has been haunting me for the last seven months.

Constructive criticism is also very welcomed, considering that I am trying to better my writing skills, as most author's are!

Read you soon(hopefully)!