J'vous sens bien hot mes dames,

c'est ça que j'veux, j'veux mettre le feu

thump.thump.thump.

The music was overpowering. The carefully constructed dance floor was built to reverberate sound, and she could feel the music, the way her body absorbed the shockwaves of sound from the floor. This was why everybody loved dancing. She'd never understood it before. It was the experience of being possessed by the beat, allowing it to own you and your movements. The other dancers were inconsequential. They were gyrating, the swell of the crowd enveloping her, but she didn't notice them. It felt like her heart was moving in time with the irregular beat of the song.

… danse sans complexe,

oublie ton ex…

The words were foreign, but they didn't matter. She didn't need the words to know that this song was about pure, unadulterated sensuality. With each beat, she felt like years of repression and sexual tension were being peeled away. With every step, every swell of the dance floor… The crowd around her felt it too. She lifted her hands in the air, and closed her eyes. The tempo ruled her body, and she knew she didn't have a chance of leaving until the song's last beats had played themselves out. The dance was just too primal, too savage, too liberating to let go…

She was sweating, and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Blood, rich with adrenaline and alcohol flooded her body and senses, and she felt hot. Suddenly the shorts she had reluctantly put on and the modest T-shirt were too much. It was too hot, too intense on the floor. The alcohol was swirling in her veins, making her too heavy and sluggish for the beat. No, what she need was to light up. Yeah, lighten way up. She'd just managed to yank her white T-shirt over her head, accidentally trapping it there, when an icy hand gripped hers.

" Bella, maybe you shouldn't do that…"

She was blinded, and the intensity of the music was momentarily dulled in the cave of material.

"Let me go! You don't understand, I'm dancing! I have a tank top underneath."

She wriggled out of the hand's grasp and slipped the T-shirt off her head, accidentally mussing her hair. She grinned drunkenly at the golden eyes and concerned face.

" Come on, pretty boy. Dance with me."

Emboldened by the drink and the music, she grasped his hands in hers and pulled him deep into the dancing crowd, illuminated by flashing lights. He went reluctantly, and she pulled him closer, feeling him stiffen.

" Come on, relax for once. Dance."

She giggled and sashayed her hips. The boy looked confused.

" Bella, I've never seen you like this…"

She made him bend down, and then whispered in his ear.

" Me neither!" She giggled again. " It's wonderful isn't it? I love to dance. I like it. I want to learn how to do all dancing! All dancing in the whole world!" The last words were drunkenly shouted, but it didn't matter. The girl had already been distracted by a dancing couple nearby. They moved as one, entwined one into the other, two halves of a whole, interlocked. It was scandalous to watch, and yet all she could think about was if the boy would ever dance with her like that.

" Hey Edward…look at them. Can you do that?"

The boy looked over blankly. His eyes widened in shock. And she laughed. She launched herself at him, and he caught her easily.

" See," she said, dropping her voice into a low pitch, " I think you can. Maybe you've never tried it…but I know you can, because you're perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. You can do everything! Everything in the whole wide world…"

She wrapped her legs around the boy's waist and breathed deep into his neck:

" Dance Edward, move with the music."

He made up his mind, and carefully placed her on the dance floor, and pulled her closer. He locked her closely into his body and moved carefully. She squealed with delight and responded enthusiastically, rolling her hips into his, running her hands through his hair. The boy looked surprised for a moment, but then a cloud of some unknown emotion passed over his countenance and he growled ferally. He pulled her even closer, and she closed her eyes blissfully, clearly lost in the music and the beat. The boy caught one of her hands in his, and raised it to his lips, kissing the subtle heartbeat thudding there. He moved onto her neck, and found the erratic pace of the jugular, savoring the excitement of her heartbeat. The girl, enraptured in the dance and the music and the boy didn't notice the black edges rimming the boy's golden eyes, or his increasing pressure on her fragile body.

J'veux qu'tout le monde bouge ses fesses,

Qu'les femmes oublient leurs complexes,

Façon sexe, oh ouais.

Tighter and tighter the boy's arms got, trapping the unsuspecting girl in a prison of her own making. She didn't notice, grinding deeper into the young man's body, too numbed by the alcohol. In fact, it wasn't until she looked up into his face that she realized the control was gone from his normally calm visage, and replaced with something else: bloodlust. She realized, but didn't connect, her reactions slow and hindered.

" Edward," she mumbled," Let me go- you're-hurting me…" She was too inebriated to think of anything coherently, much less speak.

" Edward, ow. Edward!"

She tried twist out of his firm grip, wriggling about. Instinct was the only clear thing left in her foggy mind, and it was telling her to fight her way out. She made a fumbled attempt to slap him, but clumsily missed, her hand swinging past his head.

The boy was gone, a snarl forming and black eyes glinting in the once amusing lights of the club. Now they just added to the nightmare-ish aspect of the situation, and the girl clawed at him, desperate to bring him back to himself. Fear unclouded the haze in her mind and she screamed.

"Alice! Alice, HELP!"

She was kicking at the boy, pleading with him. None of the other dancers had noticed her terror. The boy lowered his head, and ran his sharp teeth over the delicate skin of her neck. She closed her eyes, and stopped her futile movements. Alice wasn't coming.

" Edward, don't…." she muttered. " Don't do this, I love you-I love you-I love you-I love you…"

Nothing mattered. The boy was gone, and the monster was there in his place. The monster didn't care who she was. It was starving and she was too drunk to remember what to do.

" Goodbye Edward." She sighed, and her breath shook as she rasped in air again. " I'm so sorr-"

She was cut short by the thunderous boom of two granite beings crashing together. Tiny Alice tackled her brother head on, knocking him to the ground. Emmett was right behind her. Their boom coincided with a beat in the song, and the other dancers just thought it was a new advance in entertainment technology. They expected nothing less in Paris's hottest nightclub. The small girl picked up the shaking human, and sped out of the nightclub, leaving Emmett to deal with an extremely pissed vampire.

Ma mission faire bouger sans tabou,

Sans pression ni relâche jusqu'au bout,

D'innover l'maximum sur cette piste,

Allons jusqu'au summum, oui j'insiste.

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Well, what do you think? I'm going to make it a three-part story, with different POV'S, you know? But I've got a surprise in store for you, so keep tuned in, okay?

Also REVIEW! I just never have any idea of what you guys think, and it totally sucks to have made the effort and then realize nobody likes it because people have viewed it, but just hated it. And sorry if you think BELLA is out of character. She's drunk, and quite frankly, stupid, as most drunk people tend to be. Lol.

Also, FACON SEX, by Tribal King, is quite literally, the best dance song in the whole wide world. So give it a listen.

So, my lovely, lovely readers, drop me a line.

Bye!