Tatiana's Sorrow

EPOV

AN: It is decided: dark void it is.

The rest of Truth or Dare continued relatively well. Bella chose Truth, and she had to tell everyone how many times we had done 'it'. She and I tried to protest, saying that you couldn't do the same one again, but the others disagreed, saying that we'd never laid down such a rule. Her answer? Eleven thousand, three hundred and sixteen. Emmett howled his head off and I reached over to slap him. However, it was no joke. During the intervals when we took a few years to just relax and not go to school, college, or wherever, Bella and I would do it many times a day.

Bella then picked Rosalie, who also chose Truth. She asked Rosalie the same question and her answer threw us into hysterics: fourteen thousand, seven hundred and two.

Emmett scowled.

Rosalie picked Jasper – dare – and dared him to completely and utterly disassemble his motorcycle. Jasper did so, with a pained face.

No…my poor bike, I'm so sorry, I have to do this, otherwise I'll never live the next couple years. I snorted and Jasper glared at me. Whatever, Edward, I can just feel the waves of smugness rolling off you.

We all went out to look at it, and laughed. Jasper crossed his arms, and right before our eyes, reassembled his bike.

Jasper then asked Timothy, who said Dare. Uh, oh, uh-oh, not the best idea….

"I dare you to go and disassemble the car of the football player who I nearly threw into a glass case of sports trophies – what's the name, Edward?"

I thought back to that one…oh, the kid who whistled at Alice. "Josh Greendale."

Timothy nodded. "Okay, gotcha." What did the kid do to make him freaking mad like that? Oh man, he has a Mercedes…I'm going to actually feel bad to do this…let's see…take apart the engine, mix up the pieces, scatter screws around it, take the glass out of the cars, okay, this'll take him a while to fix up.

I grinned. "Excellent revenge, my brother," I congratulated Jasper. We high-fived.

Timothy was back. "That was a Mercedes – it almost made me feel guilty," he joked.

Just then, William, Alena, Carlisle and Esme came to where we were. "What have you kids been doing?" Esme asked in a shocked voice.

Emmett grinned up at her, sheepishly. "Truth or dare."

"And what was that about a Mercedes?" Carlisle asked. "If any of you laid a finger on my – " Seriously, I should just not go to work and keep an eye on these yahoos. Who knows what they do at school….

"No, no," Jasper explained. "This one kid who hit on Alice – " he wrapped an arm protectively around her " – has a Mercedes. I dared Timothy to disassemble the car."

"Oh." No wonder Jasper's so mad.

William was a man who was in his early twenties, like Carlisle. He had dark brown hair, and he was pretty tall, just a bit taller than I. He seemed like a relaxed, easygoing man. His wife, Alena, was also in her early twenties. Her character was like Esme's: motherly, kind, and caring.

"I grant you full permission to inflict harm on the property of idiotic humans as long as you don't get caught," William agreed, laughing. Man, those kids better watch out….

"And as long as the item will not inflict personal pain onto anyone," Carlisle added.

Emmett's thoughts scared me. Seriously?

"No, Emmett," I muttered. He glared at me.

"Well, it's about time we went home," Alena said. "We'll see you all tomorrow, then?"

"Yes," Esme agreed. "Have a nice night, and see you soon!"

Isabelle, Timothy, and Tatiana left. Tatiana was in the middle of talking to Nessie, and the two now embraced. I smiled – it seemed like the two were easily friends. Jacob was friendly, too.

However, Tatiana's thoughts were sad. I wish that I could be like them, too. It's so hard sometimes, being the odd one out. My heart swelled up with pity for her. It must've been so difficult to go the whole day being the only one not paired up with a soul mate. That was what she needed – a soul mate. I hoped that she would find one soon.

I grabbed Bella's hand. "Okay, goodnight, everyone – we're just going to go to bed…early," I joked, already pulling her out the door.

Esme shook her head while Emmett started laughing. "Have a nice night!"

As we ran to our cottage, Bella took my hand and kissed it. "I love you, Edward."

I chuckled. "I know," I reassured her. When we arrived, I carried her in, bridal style. She giggled all the way – music to my ears.

Her face became more serious as I put her down on the bed. "Edward, have you heard what Tatiana was thinking? I don't know, but I think that it's not too easy for her…you know…."

My reply was soft. "Yes, it's difficult. She needs someone."

"That's exactly what I was thinking," she whispered.

I pulled her mouth to mine. She moaned softly as I started to take her clothes off.

* * *

"Bella, if I asked you to do something, would you do it?" I asked.

"Probably," she replied.

I bit my lip hesitantly. I had no idea how this would work. "Okay, this will sound really, really idiotic, but I want you to bite me."

Her intake of breath was all I needed to backtrack. "I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine. But it's just that…you have part of me in you, but I don't have you on me."

"But…you said it hurts. The pain…would it be too much?"

I thought back to when we had battled with the blood-crazed newborns, nearly eight decades ago. Jasper had been bitten. It didn't seem like too much pain, the way his thoughts went. If I could bear the three-day transformation, surely I could bear this.

"If it's you, my love, I can stand anything," I murmured.

She shook her head. "You're becoming extremely masochistic."

"Wasn't I always?" I asked.

Her hands ran up and down my neck, and I moaned. "Are you…are you sure?"

"Positive," I answered. "Yes, I want you to bite me, please, please…."

When I opened my eyes, I stared into warm gold. Her eyes were still deep, depthless, and clear, just a different color. There was indecision in them.

"Okay," she finally agreed.

I closed my eyes and braced myself for the pain. I could feel her hands stroking my neck tenderly. Her lips dipped down to it, and she kissed my neck softly. And then I felt her lips pull back, and her teeth sank gently into my skin.

Gasping, I pushed her away – a terrible mistake. She immediately started to sob tearlessly. "Oh, Edward, I am so, so, sorry! I hurt you, didn't I?" She was nearly hysterical.

"No, love, the pain is endurable," I managed. "Wait for a moment, please."

Her lips were back at my neck, kissing the wound. "I'm sorry, Edward, I love you," she said between kisses.

"I know," I murmured. "I love you too."

The pain wasn't too bad, but yes, painful. As her teeth sank in, it was like one fierce jolt of painful fire coursing through me, and then the pain ebbed. As the fire finally disappeared into one tiny point, I sat up and opened my eyes.

"Edward, I'm so sorry – "

I quieted her with a kiss. "Don't be. Now I have a mark of you on me…forever."

"It wasn't worth it," she whispered sadly. "Not worth giving you so much pain."

That was it – I held her face between my hands. "Look at me, Bella!" I commanded. "You are worth it. Why else do you think I would want you to bite me?"

"I don't know – you were delusional?"

I sighed. "Please, Bella. You are worth it. Now let's get dressed."

It was our habit to dress each other in the morning. I slipped her bra and underwear on, and then I dressed her in a dark blue shirt and soft, white sweatpants. Alice would have a fit, but I didn't really care.

She put my boxers on, and then chose a tan polo and jeans for me to wear. She knew me – I would be in pain if I had to wear anything fancy. I kissed her gently.

"Let's go, we don't want to be late," I joked.

When we were back at the main house, Alice took one look at me and gasped. Edward, were you crazy? You asked her to bite you?

I sighed. "Alice, it's not your business."

The thoughts of everyone were like that. Why did she bite you? Why did you let her? Did you want to? It was beyond irritating. I hugged Bella close to me, and she kissed my neck.

On the way to school, Emmett and Jasper were arguing about which kid would be their next victim. They were taking this car-disassembling grant to extremes. I just had my arms around Bella and kissed her, over and over. She ran her hand across the mark on my neck again and again.

When we saw the others again, they didn't voice anything about the mark on my neck, though their thoughts were crazy. Who…what…where…when…why…how…. It was really getting on my nerves.

The same disturbing football jock from yesterday was materializing even worse thoughts!

Okay, bro, whose car do you want me to destroy? Emmett's thoughts were smug.

"That kid," I whispered in vampire volume. "But he's underage, he can't have a car."

"I'll spray paint his football jersey when I get the chance." Next on the hit list: Williamson (the guy who was thinking about asking Rosalie out – and he was going to, today, according to Alice).

Barnetski is mine. Jasper was thinking about destroying the latter's track and swimming trophies.

It was really funny, actually, to witness Jasper and Emmett's jealousy. As I walked to

Bella's locker, my arm around her form, thoughts from the girls watching floated up.

That girl – Sophie, from yesterday – was practically swooning. Bella glared at her, and then looked at me. "Can I burn her makeup stash?" she asked me.

"Be my guest," I assured her.

We were at the lockers now. My locker was, thankfully, right by Bella's. As soon as we had our books for our first period class, I pushed her against her locker and locked my lips fiercely to hers. I could feel the disgust coming from the girls behind me, but I couldn't care less. I pressed her up against the locker, and I grabbed her books, too, while I was at it.

Her eyes were so full of a combination of lust and love. I chuckled and then put my arm around her again. I slipped my hand into the back pocket of her jeans.

Ugh! What does he, like, see in her? Sophie was irritating me. Whipping around, I glared at her, not remembering to rein in my abilities. She didn't notice my hate – her thoughts were a tangle of OMG!'s and like's. OMG. OMG OMG he like actually looked at me! He is, like, so, like hot! My lips curled in disgust and focused my attention on the perfect girl

who I was holding. She smiled up at me and I kissed her again.