Note to reader: This is my first attempt at writing a Twilight fanfic. There are very few things in life that I love more than vampires. Please note, this is rated M. Be warned, it contains bad language, adult content, and a lot of badassness.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to these characters. However, I do own the rights to this story. You may not reuse it, rewrite it, or borrow it in any way, without my permission.

Side note: I am a hundred percent Bella, and Edward. However, Edward didn't fit the mold for this character or this storyline. If he had, I would have written this as a TVD fanfic because there is nothing better than Damon and Elena.

En L'Air

Chapter 1

The lights, the sounds, the people of the city. They aren't what they use to be. When I was a kid, this was my favorite place to run away to; this was the first place my and Jasper ran to as soon as I was able to get my inheritance from my asshole brother. It's was as far away and different as you could get from our tiny ass, shit-town. It was loud, crowded, and no one knew anything about you. Now, it's too loud, too crowded and somehow everyone still finds out everything about you. I prefer the smaller towns now, just not Forks though.

Whenever I am in the city, it's usually because my boy Jasper needs or wants something from me. We own a club down on 3rd. Its Jaspers thing, not mine. He needed a front man, and I'm a sucker for easy money. I don't have anything to do with the place. My name's just on all the legal paperwork. No one knows I own the joint, only Jasper.

I'm not one for strip clubs. I don't understand the concept. I come in because my boy runs it, my names technically on it and I know I won't be leaving empty-handed. Other than that, you'd never find me in a place like this. Theses dicks, they don't have a chance in hell. Even most of the rich ones will be leaving empty-handed. Here they are, packed into a club full of dudes, staring at a bunch of chicks that will show it to them but never give it to them. They pay them, a full day's salary to have them rub up on them, but not finish them off. Then they sit the rest of the night, hard, with a bunch of dudes and if there are some females in here. They aren't in here for the gentlemen. They're here to check out the ladies as well.

Maybe I'm mistaken. Maybe Jasper is giving away pussy tonight because this place is packed. I'm talking wall to wall people. I've never seen it this full on a weeknight, and I always come in on the weekend to avoid this shit. Standing room only around just one stage, stage one. It's completely swamped. Assholes, standing on chairs and tables. Hooting and hollering. "Don't worry," I mutter to some dick that runs right into me, hollering for her to take it off. "She's gonna take it off…" pushing him out of my way, "shit head." I continue to mutter to myself, as he tumbles into the person behind him.

The only thing worse than a room full of horny assholes is a room full of drunk, horny assholes because when the shit head gets up, he takes a swing at the dude behind him. I'm not even going to bother that's what Jasper pays the big boys to deal with. I tried to convince Jasper to go alcohol-free, fully nude. I thought it'd make for a better environment. However, he was right in the long run. Seventy-five percent of our revenue does come from alcohol sales.

I knock my way through asshole after asshole, trying to make my way to the bar. After five hours on my bike, I want to sit my ass on a barstool, holding my ice-cold beer between my legs. I'm not going to lie, everything hurts.

Once you get past stage one, it starts to clear out a lot. I no longer have to knock into people to get them to move, they see me coming and dart the other way. My favorite seat is calling my name, but it happens to be occupied by some dip shit in a suit, slouched over a mostly watered down drink.

Jessie sees me coming. She points at me and shouts from across the bar to the suit, ogling her ass. "Move it buddy, the owner of that seat has just arrived." Her face is glowing. I don't know if she's that happy to see me or if she dislikes the suit that much. She waves her thumb in my direction, and everything on her petite frame shakes in just the right way.

"I think the lady just said that this was my seat," I tell him, leaning in close to his ear, making sure he hears me over the loud music and catcalls. He grabs his drink, mumbling something stupid under his breath that on any other day would get his teeth smashed in. Today I don't care, I'm tired and not just from the ride down here, I'm just tired.

Jessie wipes up the non-existent water residue that jackass left behind. Giving me a full view of her barely covered chest and the rest of the bar a full view of her barely covered ass cheeks. Dicks on the opposite side of the bar toss crumpled up bills at her backside. Degrading assholes, but they pay her bills, I don't.

"What'll it be?" She knows what I drink and never asks. "Jasper got rid of that nasty Racers beer. Since you never come to visit me anymore." She says winking. She's worked here long enough to know that Racers is the only beer I drink. So does Jasper and he knew that I'm coming in tonight. The least the fucker could have done is pick me up a case.

"Asshole," I muttered under my breath.

She shrugs her shoulders and leans forward, putting herself on full display again. "I can make it up to you later if you want?"

I don't want to, don't get me wrong Jessie is hot. I mean smoking. Red hair (Natural) and not that ginger red, the soft reddish brown. The deepest baby blues, the kind that makes you come on the spot when she's watching you as she's sucking you off. Perfect skin, even when the makeup comes off. Along with a tiny ass and tits for days. I'm sure none of it is god given but why do I care. It's not like any of us are going to heaven, anyway.

But, I already had her. For a night….along, long, long, long time ago, after way too much to drink and that is it for me. I don't do reruns, never watch reruns on TV, never watch the same movie twice and never, never hit the same pussy more than more night. Nothing in life is so good that I need to experience it twice. And to be honest, she's not my type, and I didn't even know I had a type until Jasper pointed it out after my night with Jessie. I always assumed my type was, if they walked, talked and fucked. I was golden. I don't even care too much about the talking, but it is nice to hear them scream my name.

"Just give me a Jack, neat," I tell her, giving her a little smile and a wink. I never shoot a girl down for trying. I'm not one to go around breaking hearts. They always know the deal, and Jessie knows the deal better than anyone. Nonetheless, it never stops her from trying.

She pours me two fingers of Jack and leaves the bottle. She knows I only drink Jack when I'm not planning on walking out on my own. Guess she's hoping I'll drink too much again and drop my pants. "Did the boss know you were coming in tonight?"

I took a sip of my jack to stop myself from cussing up a storm. It burns when it goes down. I love the burn, live for the burn, but only when I'm trying to forget, not when I'm trying to hang out. "Yeah, he knew." I lean back in my seat. "Don't tell me that little shit isn't here? He's the one that asked me to drive down here."

"Nah, he's here someplace," she says rolling her eyes. Jasper and Jessie are always fighting. They're worse than brother and sister. She tosses an ice cube at one of the other girls. Giving them a nasty look and pointing at the waiting customers, her way of telling her to take care of them. "He's probably babysitting his new toy. He's always here when she is." She continues to fondle an ice cube in her fingers. Jessie never likes any of Jasper's new toys.

"What the deal with Stage 1? Jasper finally okay a little girl on girl?" my smiles grows two times bigger. "Am I gonna see you up there with Roz?" I ask, turning in my seat. Putting my elbows on the bar, pushing my chest out. I try to get a peek at what's going on, but I still can't see anything through the crowd. I can't even get a peep if I wanted to and I don't. Besides, I already what happens in the end. She takes it off. They throw all their cash at her and then she walks off stage. They don't get anything out of it, and neither does she, not sexually anyway. Therefore, what's the point?

"You wish…" She hits me in the back with the ice cube. Jessie's never danced, not even privates. She pours the drinks and chats the gentlemen up. "No, that's the new girl," she rolls her eyes again when I look over my shoulder at her. "The princess." She says with air quotes and all.

"Don't like her, I'm guessing?" I turn back towards the bar, giving Jessie my full attention.

"No, she's great." I can taste the sarcasm. She leans in close to me, her hand dances across mine. "She's a sweet kid, Emmett." The way she says my name lets me know she's serious. "KID….. She doesn't Belong HERE." She emphasizes the word kid and here.

I'm not sure if Jessie hates all the new girls because she's afraid they are going to become her, stuck in a strip club. Flirting with every Tom, Dick, and Harry to pay the rent. Always waiting for that big baller to come in and sweep her off her feet or if it's the fear that they are going to replace her.

"Looks like she belongs, just fine," I tell her turning back towards the stage, just in time to see a glimpse of the petite brunette on her knees, stripping herself of the white men's dress shirt she's wearing. Buttons are flying everywhere, hair flinging around. She hot from what I can see. The crowd steps in front of her again and then parts like the red sea just in time for my eyes to fall on the tiniest butterfly tattoo peeking out of the smallest red panties

I'd know anywhere since I'm the one who took her to get it on her 16th birthday. My going away present to her. "What the fuck!" I shout, my glass of jack hits the floor, and I'm off my barstool and flying through the crowd, not just knocking into mother fuckers but running them over.

I can hear people yelling. I can feel them as I crashed into them, stepping over them. But I don't see them, I can't understand what they're saying, and I don't care who they are. I only see the now half-naked girl on stage, spinning around and throwing her bra into the crowd behind her. Like a bride throwing her fucking bouquet.

"Get the fuck off the stage," I yell, still steps away from the stage and she freezes on the spot, breast out for everyone to see. Her big doe eyes lock with mine, and she knows, at that moment she's fucked.

Everyone around me is booing, throwing drinks and shit at me. "Get. The. Fuck. Off. The Stage. Now!" I repeat every word slow and precise. I want to make sure that she hears me over the music and booing.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I know it isn't friendly. "I suggest you get your hand off me if you want to keep it." I don't even turn towards the jackass, lifting my shoulder and pulling it away from his grip. He's lucky I didn't knock him out just for being in the same room with her half-naked body.

I pick up the white men's dress shirt that she just ripped off. Looking down, I hand it to her. "NOW!" I tell her. I can't look at her, and she's not doing anything to shield her body from me or the rest of the room.

Another hand wraps firmer onto my shoulder, and this ass mutters something to me, but I can't make heads or tails of it over the ringing in my ears. I'm getting her off that fucking stage, and we're leaving. This is my fucking club. Fuck Jasper he's going to be dead after this.

I can't look at her. Not at her body, not at her face. I'm so pissed, and if this asshate doesn't remove his hand in about 2.5 seconds, he wouldn't be seeing or touching anyone for a long time. I can see her feet moving out of the corner of my eye. But I still can't look at her. Even clothed, I feel like the dirty one for being in a place like this, for owning a business like this.

"Emmett, what's the problem bro?" The voice behind me finally becomes clear, now that her skin is a little more covered. It's Jasper, and it's not safe for him. I've known Jasper since we were in grade school. I'd break anyone who laid a hand on him. Right now, at this moment, for the first time, I want to break him in two. "Come on, bro." I hear him say again. My eyes still locked on the ground in front of her. Holding my hand out, waiting for her to take it. I wave my fingers at her. Silently, telling her to take my hand and get off the stage.

I can see her feet moving closer to the edge of the stage, as do I. She wraps her arms around my neck, and her half-naked body slides down mine. I Look away from her. There's far too much-exposed skin. I take a deep calming breath, and if it wasn't so loud, I know everyone would hear it, I know she heard it. The crowd around us grows more restless, throwing things and shouting at both of us now.

"Emmett, come on. You want the girl fine. You know she's yours, just…." Before he can finish that statement, I drop the girl's feet to the floor. With one hand still on her waist, my other reaches and grabs Jasper by the throat. "You're lucky that I love you like a brother, Bro." I spit the word out, tasting the ugly on my lips for the first time. "If not you'd be dead where you stand."

I'm face to face with him. If he were a female, you'd think I was going to kiss him. By the way my jaw's clicking everyone can see that I'm clearly, closer to killing him. "She's done!" I spat in his face.

"Yeah, that's fine. Like I said, bro. She's yours…."

"Repeat it, Jasper. Repeat it." I cut him off, tightening my grip on his throat. "Say it again, say it one more time, and I'll break every last one of your fucking teeth." I yank him closer, bumping my chest into his. "You offer her to anyone else? You pass her around, like all the other girls?" My skin is on fire, it's like the room is burning and all I see is red, thinking about her with any of our boys.

"No…" He shakes his head as much as he can, barely getting the word out. "I was saving her for you. She's what you're always looking for." Jasper's voice is no more than a raspy whisper with my grip getting tighter. I don't want to think of her like that, and I for sure don't want him to think of her like that. I finally look back at the tiny brunette, standing on her tip toes in her 5-inch red heels. Her bare skin pressing into my side, her hair a tousled mess. The white shirt is barely staying on her, clinging to her moist, sweaty body.

"She's done. As in she's never to walk through those doors again." I release my hold on him, "You hear me?"

"Emmett…" His voice still a raspy whisper, he's holding his throat. But I don't care. I keep telling myself he's lucky he's still breathing.

I push off him and turn towards the petite brunette, now shivering in her stilettos. I toss her over my shoulder and storm off to the girls dressing rooms.

"Emmett…" Jasper tries again.

Passing him, I bend close enough just for him to hear me, "she's my fucking niece." I tell him, he's dazed and confused, I can see him trying to add it up. He's known Bella as long as I have. "How could you let her get up there?"

Hey, I hope you like it. Please, be sure to check out my other story in TVD, numb to the Beast. See you on the flip side.