A/N: i see there aren't any reviews, but I do look at stats. I already got 26 hits! YAY!!! I'm happy, so here is chapter three! :)

Disclaimer: I got the idea in this chapter (and future ones too) from Blue Bloods. don't sue please! :P

3. Pleasure and Pain

BPOV

Everything in that moment disappeared other than the feeling of Carlisle sucking my blood. It felt so good. Better than my honeymoon with Edward. Better than those times in that big, white bed. I moaned in pleasure and arched my back upwards, wanting more. I grasped the back of his hair, pulling his closer to me. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him onto the bed with me. Suddenly I feel Carlisle being ripped away from my grasp-and throat-ending the wonderful vamp-gasm.

I sat up and saw Edward crouching in front of me, back toward me, while growling at Carlisle, who was also crouched down.

"No!" I shouted, getting both of their attentions.

Carlisle got out of his crouch and ran out of the room. Edward walked toward me and I could see hurt in his eyes.

"Edward," I whispered.

"No," he said. "It's not your fault. Neither is it Carlisle's. We didn't know that was going to happen."

"But it did!" I said. "And I'm so sorry for not trying to stop it. I can't imagine what that looked to you. It must've felt like forever to you, seeing us like that, hearing me. I'm so, so, so sorry. It…"

"What? What do you mean 'It…'?" asked Edward.

"No, nothing," I said. Why did I have to let that word slip?

"Bella, tell me. Please."

"No," I said, trying to buy time to make up a lie. "Um…it was really horrible of me. I'm sorry."

He could tell I was lying of course. He didn't need to read my mind to know that. "Bella, please tell me what you're thinking. It's killing me not knowing."

I sighed. "I don't want to hurt you."

"That doesn't matter. I told you before; I want to know everything you're thinking. Even if it's absurd or impossible or will hurt me. Please tell me," he plead.

I looked down, ashamed of what I was about to say and afraid to see his eyes once I said it. "It-when Carlisle was sucking my blood-felt really good."

"And?" He could tell when I was leaving things out, too.

"It was better than our honeymoon when we were together. So much better." There. I said it. God, I was such a horrible person.

I had to look up. Edward's face had crumpled in pain and it was heart wrenching. I reached out and touched his face, but there was no response. My body was feeling tired again from the morphine, and the last thing I saw was the undeniable pain altering my beloved's face.

A/N: Better than their honeymoon. ouch. next chapter's a filler, but necessary to understand what Edward thinks. Review pleeeease!!