AN: This was a request from my friend WakeWood. You should check out their work as well whenever you get a chance! It is my first attempt at a twilight fanfiction so I do hope that you enjoy it. *fingers crossed* Leave me reviews with feedback and maybe just maybe I'll update, depending on what (if any) criticism I get on this. I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors. Warning: It will become a yaoi boy on boy fanfiction if I continue it, you've been warned. Go on ahead and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters but this world is all mine ;)

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The man stood back from view, melting in with the darkness of the shadows as he watched people walk into the theatre from where he stood. The night air smelled of velvet and expensive champagne. People from all walks of life ventured past the archway where the man stood patiently waiting, unaware of his presence. He watched passerby for a moment, growing incredibly uninterested in the beautiful display of large oak trees bowing to shelter the theatre as moonlight dripped onto their leaves. The man leaned casually against the marble carved wall of the Town Hall, tucking his hands nonchalantly into the tailored insides of his front pockets, feigning interest as women walked past, their skirts moving lightly against the sway of oncoming wind.

Tonight was to be the final performance of a very limited engagement. The theatre was hosting Genevieve The Woman of mystery, a mere girl who had failed to grace the city of London with her presence for quite a while. This would be her last show before she went back on tour. All week her booking was for afternoon performances, she would amaze the crowd before departing, there were no matinees. On this evening, the tickets were even more so exorbitantly priced and they didn't fail to sell out within the first hour of sales. The man walked across the road, each footfall but a mere echo of a whisper on the pavement as he moved, tailcoat flapping delicately in the autumnal wind that caressed his shoulders. He tipped his hat to the ticket collector, handing them his glittering white ticket and a crisp dollar bill as he passed by. The ticket collector looked after him with a quiet dumb founded expression on their face only maintaining their professional air as the next person in line steps up, ticket outstretched in their grasp.

The man took steady strides through the emptying entrance way, earning looks of interest from many men and women who followed his graceful stride with lustful eyes. But he wasn't here for them and they all knew it.

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He watched the show with a cold scrutinizing gaze, golden eyes unimpressed by the feats performed by none other than Genevieve herself. Whilst the people below him in the normal seats applauded enthusiastically, he didn't so much as raise a gloved hand. Instead he watched with rapt attention, noting the flaws and saving them in the corner of his mind for later. Many gasped in shock but occasionally there was the faint ringing noise of a shriek of suprise as the magician upon stage did something that those with simple minds would deem to be incredibly mystical.

As the performance drew to a close, Genevieve bowed politely, her eyes coming up to meet his as roses were thrown onto the stage and applause threatened to swallow her whole. The man's eyes stayed on her as she blew the crowd a kiss, taking her leave from the stage, leaving the roses where they were for the stage attendant to come and retrieve for her. The man gathered up his coat and slipped it back on, fixing his hat onto the perfectly groomed mess of auburn hair as he left his booth. He navigated easily through the crushing twist of patrons in the theater lobby, using his long graceful body in any way that he could. Quietly, he slipped through a curtained door just left of the stage entranceway, unquestioned by the stagehands that are walking through the staff hall with large bouquets of roses in their arms. He knocked on the golden door at the end of the busy hallway only once before letting himself inside. The man was greeted by the sight of Genevieve standing half dressed in the large white window, bare pale shoulders catching the moonlight as she faced him; a wide smile played with her pink lips.

"I'm glad you came to the show tonight" she walked over toward him, hips swaying in her tight black pants, "I was afraid that you'd miss my final performance". The man remained silent, hearing the door close softly behind him as he stepped into the room. Genevieve placed her hands onto his chest, tilting her head to the side so that her full brown locks fell into her wide eyes. "You hated it didn't you?" she asked dryly, trailing a finger or two across his face as she spoke.

"You're lacking your usual sass" he remarked, the back of his legs hitting a chair that he gratefully sagged into. He removed his hat and set it aside, loosening his tie as he sighed, and the perfect mask of indifference on his face fell away ever so slightly as he gazed at the beautiful woman before him. She placed her hands on her hips and pouted, digging her toe into the wooden floor. He smirked at her childish antics for a moment before rolling his eyes. "I don't see why you can't simply enjoy my magic acts, every one else does" she moved to stand before him, plopping herself onto his lap as if he had given her permission to do so. She was always incredibly forward, he used to find it endearing but now…It was just troublesome.

"It is a pleasure to see you too Isabella, as always" the man says, using Genevieve's given name. She snorted at that, turning on the man's lap so that she faced him, legs dangling over the side of the chair as she pressed herself closer. "I'm glad you're being so casual with me Edward" she purred in response, clasping her hands onto the pressed collar of his shirt.

The man rolled his golden eyes yet again; he didn't appreciate when she called him his own name. She knew he hated it but she never seemed to get any enjoyment out of calling him one of his aliases although he had plenty nice ones to choose from. Bella curled closer to his body and he could feel her heart beat rise as she rutted curiously against him. She was always too naïve to know that she shouldn't play with fire the way she did. Edward opened his mouth to speak as the door began to crack open. His eyes immediately went to the person in the threshold, mouth falling open at the sight that he saw. The boy was quite beautiful. He stood in the doorway holding a silver vase of roses in his hands, slack jawed with an expression of horror and shock on his face as he took in the sight before him. His eyes were a pretty shade of brown, rich in color, framed by heavy black eyelashes that fluttered as he blinked back his surprise. He offered a hesitant smile, clearing his throat as Bella continued to focus all of her attention on sucking the ice cold skin on Edward's neck.

"You have a visitor Genevieve" Edward kept his gaze on the boy as the creature shuffled nervously from foot to foot. Bella sighed, pulling back to access the boy in front of her with an upward tilt of her nose. She hooked a thumb over her shoulder, a look of disgust on her face. "Place the flowers over there" she snapped, "I thought I told all of you to refrain from entering my room without knocking?"

The boy bowed his head, embarrassed, hair falling into his eyes in a perfect halo of black. Edward was intrigued by this creature. He had yet to speak and yet Edward assumed he had a decent set of lungs on him. He had a knack for spotting peoples unique qualities among other things. He attempted to probe the boys mind, creasing his eyebrows worriedly when he came up empty. That was unusual. The boy's thoughts evaded him, leaving him blind and in the dark as he tried to make sense of the blackness of his mind.

Edward frowned, questioning himself for only the briefest of moments. He could hear Bella's thoughts quite clearly at the moment; they were filled with desire for only one thing. Well, two things actually…To ride Edward like an animal and to become his mate. Both of which were incredibly unappealing and quite nightmare inducing to Edward. He only liked to amuse himself by letting her throw herself at him like this; she was one of his best students after all. He taught her every magic trick she knew, all of which made her a success. He was nothing but shamelessly prideful in the wonder he had created.

The vase of roses were set onto a glass top table by the window quietly before the boy moved to take his leave. Edward watched him go, feeling something thrum within himself as he took in the boys muscular frame and unwavering movements as he left. The boy was fairly tall, quite mystical, and beautiful.

"Who was that boy?" Edward asked curiously after he was sure the boy was out of hearing range. Bella stiffened on Edwards lap and pulled away to look in his eyes confusedly. Her brows furrowed, creating a v in the pale fold of skin on her forehead. "And why would you need to know that?"

Edward lifted Bella off of his lap easily with his hands, hearing her thoughts of protest as he moved to stand at the window, tucking his hands back into his pockets. He didn't entertain her question with an answer; instead he took in the view outside with a faint smile. He watched as people walked arm in arm against the cold, ducking their heads as the wind threatened to snatch away their hats. "Do you wish to bed him?" Bella asked, coming to stand beside him as she unzipped the remainder of her tight black suit, revealing her collarbone as well as her breasts, nipples hardened from the cold air wafting through the vents.

Edward still remained silent, feeling Bella press her chest against him. "Do you wish to bed me?" she asks, "Charlie won't be bringing around the car until an hour from now, we have time"

Edward simply shook his head in response. Charlie was Bella's driver and an old friend of the Cullen family. Edward had referred Bella to him when he found out that his father's companion was out of a job. Charlie was excellent at his job, he got from point A to point B without wasting time for those spontaneous pit stops Bella wished to attend to. Most importantly, he kept Edwards pupil safe with his mastered combat skills.

"I don't have time for this Bella" Edward cast his golden gaze at the woman watching her shrink back. He concentrated for a moment before tossing a mink coat over her shoulders, one that he materialized from thin air. Bella wrapped herself into it subconsciously but continued to frown. Edward already knew that she didn't understand why he continuously denied her not so subtle offers for sex. He made rules for this sort of thing and rule one…was to never sleep with his students, no matter how grown and well known they were by the rest of the world.

"I must go" Edward dropped a kiss onto Bella's head, refastening his tie and tipping his hat to her in a mock salute. He turned on his heel to head towards the door when a shaking hand adorned with fake red nails came to rest on his shoulder. "Wait" Bella's voice came in his ear, the fur of her mink coat brushing against the tailored back of his suit jacket. Edward stopped moving as Bella's shaking voice continued, "Will you attend my show in Berlin in March?"

Edward looked at her from over his shoulder and offered a smile. He noticed the glassy look in her eyes and knew better than to mistake that look for anything else but tears. His non-existent heart sank in guilt but he nodded, "I wouldn't miss it for the world"

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Edward made his way toward the glass doors he entered through with a casual pace, not really interested in going home quite yet. His flat –although extravagant- would be empty upon his return save for his kitten Strider who would be awaiting him in a few hours. He already called Sam and made sure that he wouldn't bring the car around until ten, it was only eight thirty now. So, as soon as Edward cleared the front door of the theatre he veered left, walking without a real destination. He moved across the sidewalk slowly, looking in the windows of shops as he passed by, thinking of what he may need for supper that evening.

He gave his pets cook Fridays and Saturdays off, usually he liked to cook for his animals himself although his father insisted that he get someone to make meals for him. His mother Esme wanted him to get married and have a wife but Edward felt no compulsion to have a shiny well groomed woman hooked on his arm, flaunting jewels and trying to live up to what society expected of her. He was only twenty three; he had time to find a person he intended to spend the rest of his life with. Real long lasting love didn't happen overnight in his opinion anyway.

Edward began to humto himself, tilting his head into the invisible wave of oncoming wind. His thoughts drifted back to the boy he saw earlier and he felt a small smile toy with the corners of his lips. He thought the boy was awfully intriguing. His scent was still in Edwards's nose. Earthy, deep like the woods, untamed and wild. It was quite heady, almost dizzying as Edwards senses were marinated in it. He shook himself, leaning against a wall as he took in an unnecessary breath of air to rid himself of the haunting thought of that boys smile.

His powerful mind had never been infiltrated by one person in this way before. It was painfully strange. Edward didn't like it, not at all.

He stood, keeping a hand on the wall of a nearby store to support himself as he picked his phone out of his pocket. He didn't even have to use his hands to dial Sam's number and the man picked up on the first ring, already aware of his bosses ware abouts and his destination.

AN: That's the end of chapter one! Leave me feedback, both good and bad! Let's see where this all goes.

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