She has so much innocent blood on her hands that it drips on the ground and leaves a trail behind her. Her hands might not have been the ones to take their lives, but she was the reason they were dead.
"I don't want to be a killer," I sobbed, staring at my shaking, blood-covered hands. "You have no choice, darling," the woman hissed, "you were made to spill blood from the very beginning. That is the only reason you were made."- deadly night shade
Marya lifted her hand and laid it on her husband’s cheek. With a blinking quickness, she drove her nails deep into his face. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that. I have worn nothing but blood and death for years. I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me." ― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
"Is that blood?" She asked me, her eyes growing wide as they looked at the blood that crusted my knuckles. "Yeah," I answered. She raised her eyes to my face and swallowed before asking another question. "Is it yours?" "No."