Prologue

Sometimes, something needs to be broken before it can be truly mended…

Heat. No…not heat exactly…but heat still the same. It was the borderline warmth that straddled the comfort of one's preferred temperature and the annoying or maybe somewhat pleasurable sensation of wanting to pull off the cumbersome layers of one's clothing.

It was that exact heat; it was the only feeling that coursed through Vivian Gandillion's numbed frame. No thoughts. No feelings. Nothing. Forced to submit to its master's wishes, her body simply swayed in a slow hypnotic rhythm.

That same heat came from the many bodies grinding against each other in something akin to that of something reserved for a mating ritual. Sweat, oils, musk, they were all scents that lingered in the air. Scents that only Vivian herself could recognize. Normal human beings would be overwhelmed by the stench of alcohol as its presence was known to the majority.

But then, She wasn't human. She was loup-garou. She was an entirely different breed. She was on a whole other level. And somehow, the meats sacs, as they were so fondly nicknamed by the "four." Speaking of the reckless four teenage boys, Vivian lazily scanned the large brand new club known as "Eclipse." Sure enough, scattered about the large open room, each ruggedly handsome teen was seducing a different girl. The tawny blonde rolled her eyes and slipped back into the clutches of the music.

Ridiculous.

Every night it was the same. They would all vie for attention, and after several stern rejections, they would fan out to toy with a new girl. It was pitiful really, because no real affections were exchanged between any of the couples. "Don't date if you can't mate." It was still fiercely ingrained into each of their heads despite what had happened in West Virginia.

A male's face surface in her mind, and the self made illusion of numbness was shattered like a mirror. Gabriel. Vivian's abused heart tightened in an invisible vice-like grip. No…she wouldn't…no couldn't possibly think about him. It just…it hurt too much. Anything other than her numbed existence…was just too much. Even the playful banter of the four on who would become her mate was overwhelming. But were they aware…no. Ever since the incident, a near perfectly sculpted mask of ice had been erected, and no one was going to melt her stony façade, if it was the last thing she did. She would continue on in this comatose existence. It was penance for not being able to save him. Still, appearances had to be maintained, and so ever since her, her mother, and the four had moved to Forks, Washington, the five of them would go to this new club every weekend. She supposed it was the only thing to placate the remainder of her pack into thinking that maybe she was getting better.

Lies. They knew she wasn't getting better. Not even the prospect of starting community college tomorrow, helped. It would have to take a miracle, something truly phenomenal, for the old Vivian to be resurrected…

"No…Absolutely not." His icy tone held no room for argument. His marble stone posture radiated his distaste.

"But Edward, come on, it'll be fun…" The high pitched pleading tone of his "sister," had no effect on the ice prince that had become her "brother."

"No." Even the thin line of his frown was supposed to be intimidating. But the petite pixie haired vampire was deterred by no one.

"But even Rosalie's going, so you have to go!" Her whining attempts now earned a scowl from another member of the Cullen family.

"No. I have no desire to go out so that more humans can gawk at us. Besides, going to a stupid night club is just that…stupid." And so the social battle of the Cullen family had seemingly ended in Alice's defeat…

"Edward, you need to get out…she wouldn't have wanted this for you." Carlisle's soothing voice rang out throughout the living room. Rage was barely restrained with the combination of Edward's self control and the special talent of Jasper. Edward's head dropped, so that the messy bronze hair shielded his eyes from their view.

Fifteen Minutes Later….

"See aren't you glad we came!" Alice's happy soprano earned her a glare from her sibling, while the others remained safely passive. Not one to be brought down by negativity, Alice grabbed Jasper by the hand and dragged him out onto the dance floor. Looking to each other, Emmett smirked leading a disinterested Rosalie onto the dance floor. Each one of his siblings was lost to the mass of bodies.

Edward was still wondering how on earth he was persuaded to come to this hell hole. The establishment reeked of stale spilt alcohol, and he wondered what with the room being so hazy with smoke that the humans didn't choke. Bitterly, he reminded of the fact that respiration was not an action that was required of beings of his kind.

Bitter…that was the correct word, wasn't it? It was a wonder that he even continued on with this sufferable existence. His "life" held no meaning, no happiness, no hope, no love…no…love had been lost to him. And so short a while ago, he possessed all of those. But then…she…was responsible for all of those things. If his cold heart could beat, Edward imagined it would hurt right now, burdened by the regrets of what was and what could have been if circumstances had been different. Stop. Mentally, he had to stop himself. If not, he would end up leaving this dump, and then he would disappoint Alice despite the sheer ridiculousness of his presence there.

What had been a fast pace techno beat, shifted into slow sensual tempo.

Under a lover's sky

Gonna be with you

And no one's gonna be around…

The song was tacky, and it seemed to be just the trigger for most of the girls in the club to lose all morals and step up the inappropriateness of their dancing much to the delight of their dance partners. However, a most peculiar thing occurred. Through the thick musk of smoke and beer, the most intoxicating scent wafted on the wind and into Edward's consciousness. Could it be? No…not even her scent smelled quite like this. This scent didn't make him thirsty in the least bit, it was like….like some strange perfume that is one's absolute favorite, and you just want to lose yourself in it or move towards it just so that you can catch a trace.

Well, move he did. Curiosity piqued, the solemn vampire gracefully made his way through the sea of life, earning multiple stares as he searched for the source of this mysterious treasure. There were so many people, the smoke and flashing lights doing nothing to aid him. But his sense of smell did not fail him and he continued on. So close…he was so close to finding the object that was slowly making him dizzy with an unknown emotion. And then, the crowd shifted.

He was almost surprised, but the scent of this girl was doing strange things to him. A girl…But then again, wasn't it always? However, there was something about this girl. She wasn't a vampire and yet her natural beauty was of the same unearthly nature. And yet her beauty was entirely different from his own or his siblings or other vampires in general. Instead of pale marble, her skin seemed sun kissed even in this dark club. Her body was thin and toned, curves outlined by her sexy outfit. But while someone could muse on how her legs could go on for days, or how she seemed to possess the perfect hourglass figure, it was her face that completely drew him in. Framed by shining tawny blonde hair, her features were striking. Ruby red lips, perfect rounded features, and finally sharp eyes that had now captured him in her erotic piercing gaze. So caught up in her hypnotizing gaze, he was completely unaware of her seductive movements.

If you think that you won't fall

Well just wait until, 'til the sun goes down

Strength. A quiet soft strength, but pure strength none the less was the scent that whispered to her. Gabriel! Only one male she knew possessed a scent like that. Immediately, her eyes shot open and pinned the figure standing in front of her. Reality is like a cold swift slap in the face with its cruelness. The man standing in front of her was not Gabriel. But then…how could it be?

She did not stop moving. To show emotion was weakness. She was still alpha, and she would act like it. However, the man before her now was intriguing. Even though she was alpha, it took all of her will power not to gawk. If she was truly honest with herself, she would have to admit that the male standing before her now was the most beautiful being she had ever seen. Messy bronze colored locks fell into the mysterious angel's odd amber hued eyes. His features as well as his oddly pale skin seemed to be carved straight marble. Though lean, his body had a muscular build to it, quite a rare sight for the males his age. But, there was something about him. Was it the sweet aroma of his scent, the seemingly effortless masculine stance, or was it the seduction of his eyes that caused something in her to come alive and want to draw him to her. Why was it that this boy was stirring the wolf in her so much? Not even he had done that and he had been her soon to be mate. But this one had an aura that demanded that she laid her kill at his feet.

Giving into mindless instinct, Vivian swung her hips a bit in invitation.

Underneath the starlight, starlight

There's a magical feeling so right

It'll steal your heart tonight…

Apparently, the invitation was taken, for the mysterious stranger slowly stepped toward her, exciting the wolf in Vivian more. He was tall. With every passing step, he dwarfed her more. Briefly, she wondered why she was acting like this, especially for a mortal. Oh, that's right she had done before…Aiden. However, there was something that wasn't human about this one. He certainly didn't smell like a human. In fact he smelled…amazing. Humans had a dull scent that reminded her of dirt and sweat. But he smelled sweet. It was odd to say the least, but right now those thoughts were gone. She was too busy luring this boy in. The predator loved pulling in unsuspecting prey. But in this case, who played each role?

You can try to resist

Try to hide from my kiss

But you know, but you know that you

Can't fight the moonlight

In a truly unexpected move, the marble angel circled her before coming to stop behind her. How much he had reminded her of how a true loup-garou would act. Still, despite her racing heart, she remained calm and collected, continuing her dance regardless of his position. And then…it happened. The first contact. Vivian could not help the hiss that escaped her as she felt icy fingers gently rest on her shoulder. Naturally her body temperature was a lot higher than that of a normal human's so the contact of his frigid skin was like a cooling sensation of jumping in a pool when one is suffering from the heat. Apparently from the jerk she felt from him, he had experienced the same.

Deep in the dark

You'll surrender your heart

But you know, but you know that you

Can't fight the moonlight

No…you can't fight it

It's gonna get to your heart

Catching his hand, Vivian boldly pulled him closer. Normally, she would never do this, but hey, the four could have their fun, why couldn't she have a little fun of her own? This was what they wanted, right? Looking over her shoulder, she pinned him with another of her piercing stares and began to sway once more. Picking up on what she wanted, a smirk threatened to break loose when she felt him begin to move with her. He wasn't grinding on her like so many other couples, yet he was still close. Gently, she felt the cooling sensation again as his strong arms slid down her arms finally his fingers lacing with hers. Oooh, she did so enjoy a strong male. It always made her feel distinctly feminine. And the way that he wasn't grinding against her like some over zealous preteen was enough for her to slide closer in his embrace resting her back against his firm broad chest. Slowly they swayed to the steady rhythm forgetting that there were others in the building.

There's no escape from love

Once the gentle breeze

Weaves its spell upon your heart

No matter what you think

It won't be too long

'Til you're in my arms

A spell indeed…It seemed that the other's scent was weaving a spell of hazy desire upon the two. At one point, Edward lost the battle as he rested his head against her shoulder losing himself in the magic of her aroma. The action was against everything he had been taught in regards to humans. But at this point, he didn't care. He wasn't happy nor would he ever be now that Bella was gone. But this girl, this stranger, she was numbing the pain somehow. He should be more cautious, but he had nothing to live for and she didn't bring out the thirst in him, so why not enjoy it. He was being reckless, but the resounding thought was…who cared?

Vivian thoughts were exactly the same except, she was replacing Edward mentally with the very person she had lost. He smelled enough like Gabriel for the illusion to work, and to tell the truth, this boy had swiftly become the perfect salve for her pain. For in this moment, if she kept her eyes closed, it was him. She had not lost him. He was still with her. Still loving her. Still there.

The music played on, and the masquerade continued on as well, both taking from the other what they needed.

Underneath the starlight, starlight

We'll be lost in the rhythm, so right

Feel it steal your heart tonight

You can try to resist

Try to hide from my kiss

But you know, but you know that you

Can't fight the moonlight

Deep in the dark

You'll surrender your heart

But you know, but you know that you

Can't fight the moonlight

No, you can't fight it

No, matter what you do

The night is gonna get to you

With that in mind, Vivian turned in his pliant arms, gazing up at him with hooded eyes. But really, it wasn't Edward she was looking at, but Gabriel instead. Snaking her hands slowly up to his collar, Vivian gave a slight tug simultaneously rising up on her toes. It was a kiss she wanted, Edward recognized. Closing his amber orbs, he leaned down. What was a kiss? A reward for easing his pain, yes…that excuse would do.

Don't try, you're never gonna win

Underneath the starlight, starlight

There's a magical feeling so right

It will steal you heart tonight

At that moment, lips met in uncertainty. For though we like to masquerade, a kiss is still a kiss, and a first kiss cannot be faked. The sensation was like the other times, his lips were cold as ice and hers burned like fire creating a feeling that most humans would never experience. It was pure pleasure Seconds later, Vivian retired from the brief gentleness and kissed Edward fiercely with insistence that he should return it with the same fervor. Gabriel would. Edward did not disappoint and so the illusion on Vivian's end did not slip. However, Edward's fervor was something all his own. He kissed her fiercely to relieve his pain, his anger, his loneliness, his betrayal. She was his outlet, and the fact that her scent drew him so mercilessly to her didn't help either. Though passionate, neither tried to explore anymore than fevered open mouthed kisses. But even that had to come to an end.

"Vivian!"

"Edward?"

So yeah that was the prologue. This is going to be vivxed, so if you like please review. I got this idea from reading Blood and more Blood by gumea. I absolutely love this pairing so I would like to continue on with this story. However, if I do not get five reviews for this chapter alone, I'll probably delete the story. Till next time!