FYH Outtake: Tanya

The Wedding Day:

Just a few more hours until I seal the deal and his money will be mine. I've spent years on this project and there was nothing that was going to go wrong and cause that blithering idiot to back out now. That would upset his mommy and we can't have that. HA! What a loser. I couldn't wait to get this marriage over with so I could get on with my life. I despised that I had to go through all this just to get money, but my Mother had left me with no choice when she left me to raise my two sisters when she died. Irina asked me once if I ever felt guilty about what I was doing to Edward. I told her no. He'd be able to go off and marry for love once we divorced so I wasn't totally ruining his life, besides, guilt is for losers.

Kate offered to go to college and earn the money that I felt we needed to live comfortably but it would have taken her too many years to get to that point, besides, Mom always told me that smart women didn't work beyond the bedroom and the only ladder worth climbing was the social one.

I climbed out of the hotel bed and jumped into the shower. I had an appointment to get a massage before I went to the hairstylists. If the Cullen's were footing the bill, I was going to spend every penny that I could. Besides, I may not love the guy, but this was going to be the only wedding day that I ever had and I did want it to be special.

I had just stepped out of the shower and joined my sisters in the main area of the suite for a small breakfast before the masseuse arrived, when Esme and her annoying family came bursting in. The only thing that I really got out of her rant was that Edward was gone. He took off in the middle of the night with some common bar tramp called Becca. How the fuck did this happen? Why the hell weren't they watching him? And what the fuck was he doing at a bar last night?

I was starting to get pissed off at the incompetence of his family while Esme continued to drone on and on with her stupid rant. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I was screwing other men. Blah, Blah, Blah. She finally shut up and stormed out with her husband, Carlisle, hot on her heels like the lap dog that he always was. I turned to tell the rest of them to get the hell out of my suite when the big baboon known as Emmett got in my face. I was in no mood to deal with his shit at the moment so I kneed him right in the balls.

I turned to walk out of the room. I didn't have time for these people; I had to figure out how to fix this and get Edward to get his ass back here. I didn't get far before his cow of a wife jumped on me. Before I knew it, it was a full on, free for all of fists and hair pulling. I was finally able to get my sisters and myself away from those bitches and locked ourselves in my room until we were sure that they left.

The Funeral:

"Why are you in such a good mood?" Irina asked me as I walked into the house. I had been forced to take a job so I took one as a receptionist at law office. I was hoping to land some hot lawyer or someone rich like that.

"I heard some great news today. Carlisle Cullen is dead."

"What happened?"

"Who cares! The important thing is that Edward will be coming home from the funeral and this is my in to see him." I swear my sisters could be so dense sometimes.

"But he hasn't answered any of your calls and neither will his family. Maybe you should just give up on him."

I rolled my eyes, "If I am standing in front of him, consoling him, then he has to talk to me, and once he does I'll have him eating out my hand again in mere seconds."

"Aren't you sad about Carlisle dying at all? He was always so nice."

"Do NOT get all sentimental on me. Emotions are for losers. Remember that." I snapped at them before marching into my bedroom and slamming the door behind me. I had work to do before that funeral. I had to make sure that I looked my best to ensure that I would be able to get Edward right back where I needed him. I would definitely call in sick tomorrow so I had time to go to the spa and get my nails done.

We sat at the back of the service where Edward and his family couldn't see us but we could see them. I had to wait until the most opportune moment to approach him. I watched him as he was sitting with his family. He was different. I could tell that from all the way back here and just from the way that he was sitting. He used to sit hunched over with his head down. Now he was sitting straighter and held his head high. There was some brunette that kept leaning into him and the stupid pig was sitting there stuffing crackers in her face throughout the whole service. How fucking rude can you be? It is basic etiquette that you don't bring a fucking picnic with you to a funeral service. She was no real concern to me. It wouldn't take me long to get her out of my way. No man can resist my body, and apparently this little tramp had to resort to getting men drunk to be interested in her.

I watched Edward until the service was over and he and his family walked out of the church. I was seriously taken aback by the fact that he walked right past me and didn't even acknowledge me. It was slightly possible that he didn't see me, but I don't know how anyone wouldn't notice me. I'm too stunning not to be noticed.

When we got to the cemetery I stood behind everyone, again watching and waiting. I seized my opportunity as they were turning to leave. I moved to follow them and called out to him, "Edward!" He immediately stopped and that tramp clutched onto him tighter. Finally he turned to me and I knew this was it, I knew had him back. I smiled at him and went to take a step forward toward him as he came toward me. He was dragging that woman along with him but I wasn't worried, she was soon going to be nothing but a bad memory.

"Why are you here?"

"I came to pay my respects to a wonderful man that not only allowed me to live in his home but was like a father to me. And I've missed you, Edward. I wanted to see you again." I batted my eyes at him. A little flirting never hurt.

"Well, I haven't missed you, Tanya, and I certainly did not want to see you again, ever, and especially not on the day that I have to bury my father. This day has been hard enough on us without you making it worse for me and Bella. She is in no condition to endure any additional stress. Please leave." I wanted to roll my eyes at his mention of her. I didn't give a fuck what she could handle or not.

"Please, Edward, we love each other and we are meant to be together."

"I never loved you. I was forced to be with you and it wasn't me that you were in love with, it was my trust fund."

"That's not true. Ok. I admit we had some problems, but we can work them out and be happy again." Who cared if I was after his money? It wasn't like he had a great personality. The money was the only interesting thing about him.

"I was never happy with you, I was miserable. In fact, I found someone I love who loves me back and makes me happy. I did not hesitate to drag her to a chapel and marry her before she could change her mind. She is my life." Blah, blah, blah…We really needed to stop talking about her and focus our attention on someone more important, me. Wait, did he just say what I thought he did?

"You married her!" I shrieked. There was no way that was true. The bitch started trying to pull him away from me but I wasn't done yet. "But what about me?" I begged him.

"What about you, Tanya? You have all the guys you cheated on me with to take care of you. Go harass one of them."

This was not fucking happening. I was livid. How dare he talk to me like that? I was seriously pissed and about to punch the bitch if she didn't stop trying to lure him away from me and fuck off soon. "Oh shut up and leave us alone. You're nothing but a home wrecking tramp. If you hadn't seduced my fiancé on the night before our wedding we'd be happily married right now."

She finally let go of his hand and moved to cower behind him like the loser that she was. A split second later the bitch turned and deliberately threw up all over me. "What is wrong with you?" I seethed.

"Oh, nothing is wrong with her, Tanya; she is just pregnant with Edward's baby." Rose walked up to them. Then I saw nothing but red. I stood there covered in puke and just completely lost it. In my rage I completely lost my ability to control my mouth and I have absolutely no idea what I was saying. All I know is that by the time that I calmed down everyone besides my two sisters was gone and I was going to have to start over, looking for a meal ticket for the three of us.

Five Years Later, Irina's POV, another funeral

I stood with my sister by my side. I had never agreed with Tanya's ideas for an easy life for us, but there was no talking her out of her plans once she started formulating them. I would never have dared to tell her this but I was glad that Edward got away from her. He was a great guy and she never deserved him. By that token, he definitely didn't deserve to be treated the way she treated him.

She finally found the one that she called the perfect meal ticket. James was an architect and always away on business. She gloated that she had a gorgeous rich husband and the freedom to continue seeing her other men. My sister was a whore, plain and simple. What she should have been concerned with was her husband's possessiveness. Kate and I saw it from the moment that we met James but, as usual, Tanya wouldn't listen to us and she married him.

She thought that she had him snowed like she had Edward so many years ago. We kept telling her to be careful. She'd just roll her eyes and carry on doing whatever she wanted to do. Until that night a week ago. He came home from a trip a week early to surprise her and found her in bed with another man.

The coroner said that she'd been stabbed twenty seven times, but none of the wounds themselves would have been fatal. She had slowly bled to death throughout the night. The maid found her when she came in to clean the next morning. The cops searched the home and found that James had been suspicious of Tanya cheating for a while. There were home videos made by hidden cameras that showed man after man after man that Tanya brought home with her when James was out of town. There were also files of pictures and reports made by a private detective that James had following her. In the week preceding the murder James had cleaned out their bank accounts and moved it all into offshore accounts. They are still looking for James and his secretary Victoria, who also seems to have disappeared. They think that she is with him, which would make her an accessory to murder.

Today Kate and I are burying our sister next to our mother and trying to figure out what we are going to do now. We were both thinking of fulfilling our dreams of going to college. Maybe we won't succeed, but neither of us wants to end up like our sister.

A./N:

I wrote this for one of those fandom fundraisers and I forgot to post to when I was allowed to on Halloween. Sorry. But it will give everyone something to read while waiting for me to write the next updates of Assumptions and On Our Own. Both are being worked on.