Hello all! I know I posted this story before but I deleted it and edited everything so it made sense. This is a Harry Potter & Twilight crossover, Alternate Universe, All Human! I hope you enjoy (:

Bella's POV

"Bella, are you sure about this? This gentlemen's club is owned by the sleaziest man in all of London! I mean, do you know who Tom Voldemort is?" Alice whined as she drove down the crowded London street.

I sighed. "Alice, I know who he is and what he does. But I can't find a job anywhere else and I refuse to let you and Jasper support me for the rest of my life!"

"But Bella—"

"Alice! It'll be alright."

She sighed, defeated. "You are so damn stubborn."

I sighed softly and bit down gently on my bottom lip. I didn't want Alice to see how nervous I was. The truth was, I was indeed scared. Tom Voldemort was a notorious organized crime leader known for his cleaverness and brutality. The only reason I took this job was because it paid well and I needed the money. Besides, no one else in their right mind would work for a guy like that, so the position was open and easy to get.

"So what exactly are you going to do?" asked Alice. "You're not going to be...dancing, are you?" She winced.

"No!" I snapped. "I'm just going to be serving food and bartending. It's one of those old school gentlemen's clubs. You know, just men sitting around and drinking and playing poker and stuff. No strippers or anything."

"Oh, I see." I could tell she was still concerned but was trying to keep calm.

"Look, everything really will be alright, okay? I can take care of myself." I put my hand on her arm, trying to reassure her.

Alice gave me a worried look but smiled anyway. "Well, call me when you get a chance...and every chance you get after that."

"Okay."

A few minutes later we were in front of the Slytherin Club. I hugged Alice goodbye then made my way to the back door entrance as I was told to do. Before I could touch the door knob the door flew open. A curvaceous Hispanic woman stood in the doorway looking overwhelmed and pissed off. I knew right away that she was definitely not the woman to fuck with!

"Isabella Swan?" She barked, her hands on her hips. This woman was an American and bursting with attitude.

"Y-yes." I stuttered, intimidated by the woman. I knew right away that she was the Head Bitch In Charge.

"You're the new girl, right?"

"Yes," I mumbled.

Suddenly, a smaller woman came running up behind HBIC looking frantic. "Noemi! We have a problem!" She shouted in a Russian accent.

"Fuck! What is it now, Alena?"

"Angela just got sick in the bathroom so we had to send her home. Now we're short one person at the bar."

"Shit!" HBIC—now revealed to be named Noemi—suddenly turned back to me. "Can you mix a decent drink?"

"Yes." I said quietly.

"Good. Follow me." She turned on her heel and I followed her into the club. She sent the little Russian on her way and gave me a quick rundown of the rules. "There are three main rules you need to obey while you work here, Isabella. Rule number one; always play nice with the customer. These gentlemen are all very powerful and very rich men. The happier they are, the better your tips will be. However, more often than not, you will be subjected to some inappropriate behavior and some indecent proposals. It's up to you whether or not you'll accept. But be warned, Isabella; such activities are to be done off the clock and off the premises. This is a classy establishment, Isabella. Understand?"

I bit back a laugh and nodded. HBIC's 'uniform' consisted of a black cocktail dress and matching black stiletto heels, not exactly what I'd consider classy!

"Rule number two; employees without one of these," she pointed to the silver serpent shaped necklace that hung around her neck. "Are not permitted upstairs. That area is reserved for V.I.P. guests and employees only. Understand?"

I nodded again.

"Good." HBIC led me into a small room at the end of the long hall. The room was lined with racks of black cocktail dresses identical to HBIC's. "Rule number three," she continued as she flicked through a rack of dresses. "Is the most important, Isabella."

Suddenly she flung a dress at me. I just barely caught it before it hit the floor. "Discretion; it is both appreciated and required. Is that clear, Isabella?"

I nodded again. "Definitely."

"Good," she turned from a shelf of heels and looked at me again. "Shoe size?"

"Seven."

Before I knew it, a pair of killer stilettos were flying towards my face. This time I didn't bother trying to catch the heels for fear that I would be accidently stabbed to death. HBIC didn't seem to notice and continued to talk.

"Get dressed then meet me outside the door. Hurry up!"

As soon as the door slammed shut I rolled my eyes. I could already tell I wasn't going to get along with the bitch! I quickly dressed then wobbled out meet HBIC.

"You'll most likely be working at the bar most of the time, but you might be put in the kitchen if we're short a staff member. Can you cook?"

"Yes," I said. "I cook all the time. I was left home alone a lot so I had to learn to cook to—"

I immediately shut my mouth when I realized that HBIC was no longer listening. We had entered the main floor where rich jackasses sat at round tables and lounged on puffy green couches. There was a lot of chatter and laughter in the air, along with men toasting each other and puffing on cigars and cigarettes. There were other rooms branching off from the main room that contained billiard rooms, poker rooms, and a dining area. The whole place was decorated in green and serepent designs. HBIC was looking around anxiously like she was waiting for someone.

Suddenly she snapped back to attention and eyed me. "You'll be working at the bar tonight." She led me to another room off of the main room that contained a bar room. The three girls that were happily chatting behind the counter immediately got back to work when they saw Noemi approach.

"Jessica, Rhona, Lily—this is Isabella. She'll be working here at the bar tonight. She's new, so show her the ropes, okay?" The three girls nodded. "And if I see you slacking off again your ass is mine!" she barked. With a snarl HBIC turned on her heel and stormed off.

"Cunt." One of the girls said.

"God, I fucking hate her." Another girl said.

"I hope she drops dead on her way upstairs." said a girl that was American. Her frown quickly turned into a smile and she extended her hand. "I'm Jessica."

"Isabella," I said as I shook her hand. "But you can call me Bella."

"Oh. Okay, then." She pointed to the girl to her left that had short, dark shiny hair, bright blue eyes, and a shining nose ring. "That's Rhona, and that's Lily." The latter had reddish-brown hair and dark green eyes.

I held my hand up in greeting to the other two girls. They smiled then went back to work.

"So Bella, do you have any bartending experience?"

"Yeah. I used to work at this strip club in Phoenix. Nastiest joint to work in." I shook my head at the memory then got to work cleaning shot glasses.

"I hate strippers," said Jessica. "My boyfriend left me for one, you know. Six months ago. With him for a year and then he goes and does this to me!" She pouted.

"That sucks," was the only thing I could say.

After a few minutes of sulking, Jessica returned to her cheerful disposition. "So you're from Phoenix?"

"Not originally, no. I'm originally from Forks, Washington but I moved to Phoenix with my mom when I was six months old."

Jessica gasped. "Get the fuck out of here! I'm from Forks!"

"Seriously?"

"Yes! I went to Forks High School! I'm here in England on a scholarship for college."

"That's great."

"So, when's the last time you've been to Forks?"

"About a year ago," I said. "I was visiting my dad. He's the Chief of Police."

"Charlie Swan? Charlie Swan is your dad?" Jessica sounded surprised.

"Uh-huh."

"Oh. I didn't know he had any kids." My mouth fell open. Charlie and I didn't have the best relationship but damn! That motherfucker never mentioned me? Suddenly Jessica rushed past me and into the outstretched arms of a tall man with fluffy blond hair.

"Mike! I didn't know you'd be in town! Why didn't you call?" Jessica squealed.

"I wanted it to be a surprise!" replied the man.

When they finally let go of each other Jessica turned to me. "Bella, this is Mike. He's an old friend of mine." She grinned up at him as she hugged his side tightly.

He returned her sly grin. "Old friend? I believe we were more than just old friends, Jessie." The way he grinned at her and rubbed her shoulder made my stomach turn.

"Hey, Mike." I said, trying to break up their little eye-fuck session.

"Hey, Bella. Nice to meet you."

Mike sat down and Jessica resumed her position behind the bar. "Bella here is from our neck of the woods."

"Oh really? You're from Forks, too?" I nodded. "Well, it's nice to know that someone besides Jessie, Angela, Eric and I made it out of that shit hole."

I snorted. Out of one shit hole and into another.

"So how's life?" Mike asked casually.

Jessica shrugged. "Eh, same old, same old."

"Noemi still a bitch?"

Jessica, Lily and Rhona laughed. "Of course!"

"And Alena?"

"Still the same Russian Bimbo Bitch." Lily answered bitterly.

Mike chuckled. "She's still on his dick, huh?"

The three other women nodded, their eyes wide.

"Who's dick?" I asked, deciding that if I was going to fit in around here I had to join in on the conversation.

"Her boyfriend's." Rhona answered with a giggle.

Lily shot her a look. "Well, he's not exactly her boyfriend. He's more like her sugar daddy. I don't believe that actually like each other. It's just all sex and money."

"Oh puh-lease, Lily! You're just jealous because a fuckhot millionaire took an interest in Alena and not you." Jessica said with a smirk.

"Only because she's a slut." Lily sneered.

I laughed along with the rest of the group. Lily was pouting and grumbling under her breath like a little kid.

"Alena actually seemed like a nice person." I said through a laugh.

"Yeah, she's nice." Said Rhona. "But I'm sure she's even nicer to Mr. Millionaire Jacob Black, if you know what I mean."

My heart sank into my stomach. I couldn't believe what I had just heard! Maybe I didn't hear her right. "Jacob Black? As in the Indian casino owning Jacob Black? From La Push, Washington?"

"Yep, that'll be the one!" Mike said.

My mouth hung open and my hand flew to my heart. When I moved to London I thought I'd never have to hear that name again.

"Bella?" Jessica asked. "Bella, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. I just...Does he come in a lot?"

"Who, Jacob Black?" Jessica giggled and smiled at the other three people. "Only when Alena works."

"Shit." I mumbled and collapsed into a stool.

"Bella? Are you sure you're okay?" Jessica asked again. "Do you know Jacob Black personally or something?"

"Um..." I struggled for words. I wasn't sure if I should tell complete strangers the horrible tale of me and Jacob Black. For one, I didn't know them well enough to devulge such information and two, I came out looking bad in the story. "W-well you see, I um...I-I used to—"

"Excuse me, but I don't believe Tom pays you people to sit around and gossip!"

We all jumped, startled by the woman standing in front of us. Mike yelped softly and scurried out of the room quickly. Jessica, Rhona and Lily immediately started working again, their heads bowed as if they were trying not to look at the woman. I, however, was frozen like a deer in headlights. The woman was tall and had a fair complexion. Her hair looked like a curly lion's mane and cold, dark eyes that scared the shit out of me.

"Dry martini." She ordered. The woman reminded me of HBIC in the fact that when she talked, she didn't asked, she commanded. She also stood confident and intimidating like she was the queen and everyone around her were just her royal subjects, just like HBIC did.

I immediately started making her dry martini, my hands shaking the whole time.

"You!" The woman barked again. I whipped my head up to see if she was talking to me and sighed softly in relief when I saw she had been addressing Jessica. "Is the room ready yet?"

"I-I-I don't know, Mrs. Lestrange. I haven't gotten word from Noemi or Alena yet."

Mrs. Lestrange didn't reply. She just snatched her drink from my hand and stared into the crowd. It was then I saw that she wasn't alone. Five men were with her; four of them were dressed in expensive clothing and the other looked like he belonged out in the woods somewhere murdering hikers and eating their dead bodies. The two men that stood out the most were the men with white-blond hair. One was older and the other younger and they looked almost idetical, definitely father and son.

The older man had long hair that was tied back at the nape of his neck by a small bow while his son's hair was slicked back. The both stood with an air of superiority just like Mrs. Lestrange. My built-in Asshole Alert System was activated and ringing loudly in my ears. The younger man gave Rhona a menacing look and thirty seconds later was handed a fresh glass of bourbon.

"Speaking of Noemi and Alena, where are they?" The younger asshole asked.

"I-I don't know where Alena is but I saw Noemi go upstairs." Lily said quietly, her head still bowed.

Young Asshole drowned his drink in two gulps then tossed the glass back at Rhoda. She attempted to catch it but it fumbled and crashed to the floor with a loud shatter. But Young Asshole didn't care. He loosened his tie and turned to leave.

"Where are you going, Draco?" Older Asshole asked in a drawn out, monotone voice.

"To tend to a bit of business, Father."

"You will remember that the meeting is at nine-thirty, won't you, Draco?" Mrs. Lestrange asked.

"Of course, Auntie Bella." He kissed her on the cheek. "I wouldn't miss it."

Noemi's POV

I walked the scary hall that led to Mr. Voldemort's office. He had called me up for an update on how we were doing that night. I stopped when I got to the door and took a deep breath before I knocked. Right away, Mr. Voldemort's rat-faced assistant, Peter, opened the door.

"Noemi!" He squeaked. "Come in, come in!"

As I brushed past him I could feel his beady eyes watching me. I shuddered at the thought of him checking me out. But still, I walked confidently, even though the thought of Mr. Voldemort's creepy ass snake also sent chills down my spine. I found Mr. Voldemort sitting in front of the fire, his snake wrapped around the chair with it's head resting on his shoulder.

"How are we doing tonight, Noemi?" He asked in his soft, clear, cold voice.

"Excellent as always, sir." I stated proudly, trying not to let my voice shake. "We're packed and everyone is satisfied."

"Wonderful. Is the conference room ready?"

"Yes, sir."

"And the new girl is here?"

"Yes. Isabella is here and working at the bar."

"You've explained everything to her?"

"Of course, sir, as soon as she came in."

"Good, good," his long skeleton-like fingers stroked the head of the giant snake. "You know, Noemi, you are my best employee. You keep this place running like a well oiled machine. I do think it is time you got another raise."

I grinned and stood taller. "Thank you, sir."

There was silence for a few moments. I wasn't sure whether to leave or stay. Finally—

"You may go now, Noemi."

"Yes, sir." I whispered.

I walked out of Mr. Voldemort's office feeling more confident and energized than ever. I was strutting down the hallway like the motherfucking boss I was when I suddenly felt a pair of cold hands slap themselves around my mouth and waist. I knew who it was pulling me into a dark empty room but I tried to scream anyway. As soon as he shut the door he spun me around and pinned my back against the door. I frowned when I came face to face with a smirking Draco Malfoy.

"Boo!"

I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. He snarled then grabbed me by the throat. I tried to fight back but he was stronger than me and kept my body pinned to the door.

"You stupid bitch." He growled, his nose lightly touching mine. His gray eyes were alive and fiery.

Malfoy rolled my head to the side and placed soft kisses along the side of my neck. Even though I could barely breathe, my most sensitive areas were tingling with desire.

"Are you done acting like a horse's ass now, Noemi?"

"Fuck you!" I managed to choke out.

I could feel him smile against my neck. "Be patient, Noemi. We'll get to that shortly."

"Oh God, I hate you!"

"I'm not God, but thanks for the comparison." He laughed that evil laugh that got me everytime. My heart betrayed me and melted in my chest. Motherfucker!

"What the fuck do you want, Malfoy?"

He smiled and loosened his grip on my throat. His lips travelled up my neck and rested on my cheek for a lingering moment before he spoke. "Where were you last night? You were supposed to be waiting for me in our special place."

"I worked a little overtime. Besides, I thought it would be okay to skip a night."

His eyes flashed with anger again and he roughly pressed his nose to mine. "You thought wrong." he growled. I tried to stare him down but his gray eyes beat my brown ones into submission and then he kissed me.

It was sick. Our relationship was just plain sick. Draco Malfoy was an arrogant prick with too much time and money on his hands. He threw his weight around at every oppertunity and always got what he wanted. I hated him. I hated him, his family, and everything he stood for! He infuriated me more than anyone ever had before. He tried to degrade me, assault me, and he groped me at every oppertunity.

But he gave as good as he got. I was as much of a bitch as he was an asshole. I've cussed him out ruthlessly and left bruises on him, too. I was never the type to take other people's shit!

That's why I was confused as to why I let him do that shit to me. Malfoy was a goddamn evil motherfucker but I couldn't help myself. I didn't know if it was his cockiness or evil rich boy swagger or maybe even the amazing sex, but whatever it was, it had a hold on me and I found myself kissing him back.

Suddenly he broke the kiss and pulled me down to the floor. I wasn't going to give in that easily and wrestled him on the floor. But once again he won the fight and got me on all fours. His cold fingers yanked up my dress around my hips and curled around my panties. "Spread your legs!" he demanded.

"Make me."

A growl erupted from his chest. Before I knew what hit me, his hand was coming down on my ass. I let out a yelp of mixed pain and pleasure and my panties dampened even further. "You like that, don't you?" He spanked me again. This time a moan escaped my lips. Malfoy chuckled softly and slapped my behind three more times. "Spread your legs for me," he demanded again.

I shook my head. "No."

In a flash his hand was coming down on my ass over and over again, this time harder and faster than before. I threw my head back and came hard. Malfoy seized the oppertunity to pull my panties down my legs and position himself behind me. "You are so fucking sexy," he whispered.

I hadn't yet come down from my orgasm when he rammed himself into me. "Fuck!" I groaned. I moaned and writhed in ecstasy as he moved inside me.

"Unf! You have the most amazing pussy," he moaned. "This shit is way too good for Cullen."

My eyes snapped open. I was filled with sudden anger at the sound of my fiancé's name. How dare he bring up Edward! How dare he say Edward wasn't good enough to have sex with me! He didn't deserve that. Well, he doesn't deserve a lot of things that are happening right now.

I sent my left elbow flying backwards and caught Malfoy in the rib. "OUCH!" He doubled over in pain, giving me the chance to disconnect myself from him and get back on my feet.

"Don't you ever bring Edward up again!" I screamed. Before he could say anything I left the room feeling guilty and satisfied.

Bella's POV

"Who are they?" I asked Jessica when the group of Mrs. Lestrange and the Creepy Band of Assholes finally left after twenty minutes.

"Bellatrix Lestrange, Mr. Voldemort's slam pig." Jessica whispered. "She's married to the guy with the light brown hair and hawk nose."

"He's such an idiot! I don't think he knows about his wife cheating on him." Lily said.

"Or he does know but is too much of a pussy to say anything," interjected Mike, who had rejoined the group after his mysterious absence.

"Speaking of pussies," sneered Jessica. "Where the hell were you?"

"In the billiard room," he answered. "I'm not dumb enough to stick around when I see a group of Death Eaters approach."

"Death Eaters?" I asked. "Voldemort's gang?" Mike nodded. "Who were those other guys?"

"The other bird-nosed guy is Mr. Lestrange's brother," said Jessica. "The werewolf-looking dude is Fenrir Greyback. He's like a bodyguard or something. And the two blondes are Lucius and Draco Malfoy. Lucius is Bellatrix's brother-in-law and Draco is her nephew—her sister is Draco's mom."

"Biggest assholes you'll ever meet!" said Rhona, who had gotten tiny shards of glass embedded in her hands when she cleaned up the smashed glass.

"I can tell." I said.

"Ooh! Look who it is!" Jessica suddenly said. She was smiling from ear to ear and bouncing on her toes as she pointed towards the bar entrance.

I gasped.

Jacob Black was standing in the entrance. He was talking to a middle aged white man that he dwarfed by at least a foot and some odd inches. His teeth were as straight and white as I remembered, and his dark hair was short and unstyled. He was wearing a tailored dark gray suit that fit him perfectly, making his russet skin pop and his well sculpted body even more emphasied. Jacob was indeed looking good!

My heart suddenly sank into my stomach.

Under Jacob's strong arm was a happy, glowing Alena. She had her arms around his waist and was holding on to him as if she was a passanger on the Titanic and he was the last fucking life boat. He kept looking down at her and grinning like an idiot and stroking her hair gently with his large fingers. My stomach lurched when she rubbed his abs with her pastel purple painted claws. Jake and Alena looked like the world's happiest couple...and that made me sick!

I was suddenly overcome with the urge to run over there and kick her pretty little head off ninja style! But I was spared any should-I-risk-going-to-jail decisions because the two of them were on the move—Oh shit! They're heading this way!