Hey! It's me, just here to say that, sadly, I do not own Twilight or any of its wonderfulness. They belong to the awesomeness that is Stephenie Meyer! Hope you like it! All human, for now… Oh, and it gets a little kinky, if you know what I mean… *Wink* *Wink*

Oh! And Bellabriggs, yeah, she was my beta. I think she did a good job!

Chapter one:

The Devil, a Savior and an Angel

Rosalie's POV

I woke up to my cell phone ringing. I answered it, half-asleep.
"Mike, it's six in the morning! What the hell do you need me to know?"
"Hi to you too."
"Get on with it, please."
"Ok, look, don't get mad at me or anything, but I have to work late again tonight, so I can't come."
"What? But, Mike, it's prom. Please Mike? Can't you work late some other night?"
"No, I'm sorry, baby. If I don't work late tonight, Johnson will fire me!"
"So, Johnson's more important than me? Ok. I see how it is. And how it is, is over. Goodbye Mike. Don't call again." I hung up on him.

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I looked up at the clock. If Mike still cared about me, it would be time for him to pick me up. I'm missing prom because I only wanted to go with that jerk? No way. I'm going. Going and dancing with the hottest guys who ask me. I smiled. I was over him.

I zipped up my tight, short, low-cut little black dress. I looked in the mirror. I looked, well, pretty darn sexy.

I pulled into the school parking lot. I got out. I got checked out. Stupid teenage boys, thinking that they had a chance with me. Ha. I walked inside with an air of you-don't-deserve-me–so-stay-away.
An upbeat song was playing when I walked through the door. The star quarterback looked at me. I felt his eyes go up and down my body, staying longer on some parts than others. I smiled; I was feeling reckless. I walked up to him. He was pretty fine looking, with dark brown, messy hair.
"Wanna dance?" He asked when I got close.
"Yes." I answered in a sultry voice; I was ready to forget Mike for good.
He took my hand and led me to the floor where I began to shake and shimmy. The quarterback, Royce King, watched me with what looked like lust. Good. Lust is what I needed tonight. I pressed my body to his. He grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor.
"Let's go for a walk." He said.
"Sure."
We walked outside to the parking lot. He looked at me, "Look," he said to me, "Me and some of the other players are having a team party. They said that there was no way I was getting a hot date. You wanna go? I'll split the hundred bucks with you."
I spoke without thinking. "Sure, I'd love to go." We walked out to his black Ford F150 truck. When he made sure I was in, off went the headlights. He floored it.

Within ten minutes we pulled into the driveway of a very large mansion.

"Whose place is this?" I asked.

"One of our football players'. He made it rich, well, dealing."

"Dealing? Like, drugs?"
"Yeah." He said slowly, looking for my reaction.

"Cool with me. As long as no one makes me do them."

"Not if you don't want to, babe."

"Babe? Getting kinky, are we?"

"We? As far as I know, I'm the only one getting kinky here. But, if you want to, give me your best shot." He turned off the truck. "I'm waiting." He smirked.

I crawled over the armrest in the middle and slid to where I was sitting on his lap. Somehow avoiding the steering wheel, I managed to turn over and sit on my knees in his lap. I put my hands on his chest. Feeling even kinkier and wanting to mess with his mind, I pushed my self right up next to him, and then slid my hand all over his body, finally ending up on the seat adjustment lever. I pulled it up then shoved back on him. The seat slammed back into the backseat. The smirk on his face got bigger when I pushed my body into his again. Then, feeling in a very teasing state of mind, I hovered my face right up against his. His breathing got ragged. Then I smiled and open the truck door, getting out and leaving him wanting more.

Much, much more.

I started walking up towards the door of the mansion. I heard the truck door slam behind me and Royce running to catch me.

"That wasn't very nice, you know." He said, grabbing my hand when he caught up to me.

"Nice? I thought I was going for kinky…"

"Well, you sure got kinky in there. Not enough for my taste though…"

"I could've done more, but there wasn't enough room. We were in a truck, you know." I teased him. Maybe this guy had some extra rooms here.

His face lit up. "You mean, if you had more room, you would've done more?"

"Yes."

"I'm sure I can find us some room here. I'll ask Troy, it's his place."

"Good." I was going to do it. I was really going to get kinky, something Mike had never wanted before marriage. Screw Mike! Well, really, I'd be screwing Royce, but still.

"Wonderful." Royce knocked on the door. A tall good looking boy answered.

"Hey, Royce." He turned to me, rolling his eyes over my body. "Hello, Hottie." He slurred out.

"Back off, Troy." Royce said.

"No, worries, man. I got Quilla over here for me." He jerked his head over his shoulder.

"Say, Troy, you got any extra rooms we could use?"

"Hey! Getting lucky! Yeah. Let me show you. Quilla!" He called. A woman with a very short skirt and a shirt skimpier than a bra walk over to him. "Let's show these guests a room!"

"But of course." Quilla answered. "But first, why not let them get some drinks?"

"Great idea!" Troy proclaimed. "Right this way!" He redirected us towards what looked like a big game/party room. It was, of course, filled with teens drinking, smoking and doing things that really do need a room. One boy caught my eye, and I say boy because he looked no older than me, though you could have been a year older than me. What made me notice him were these: He wasn't drinking booze, he had a soda in his hand; he wasn't taking drugs; he wasn't smoking, and he wasn't getting under some girl's shirt. Everyone else in the room was doing at least one of those thing, some were doing all. He looked at me. He had to be about 6'5". His hair was black curly and a little messy right now. His almost black eyes pierced into mine. Then I noticed one more thing that made him different from all the other guys: he didn't check me out. Well, he did, but his eyes went down and up fairly quickly, not lingering on the places I was almost flashing. He beckoned me to come over to the empty seat next to him. I shook my head, and then jerked it towards Royce. The mysterious man nodded his head in understanding.

"Babe, you want a booze?" Royce held up a bottle to my face.

"No, thank you. I'm seventeen. I'm a bit too young to drink that."

"No, you're not." Royce grabbed my arm and led me to a sofa on the other side of the room from the mystery man. I couldn't even see him now. Royce plopped down on the sofa and pulled me down into his lap. He took another swig of beer then set it on the side table. His hands then began wandering all over my body. He flipped me over so I was on my knees on him. He pulled me into him, locking his month with mine. His tongue pressed against my lips, trying to pry open my mouth; I wasn't going for that. I pulled my mouth off his, playing like I was playing hard to get. He chuckled. He bought it. His hands went crazy feeling me up, and one of them went around to my back. He started to slowly unzip my dress. Once he had it unzipped, now that it was loose enough, he pushed his hand onto my back them rubbed my body as he brought it around to the front of my dress. As soon as he started playing around in that area, I realized that Mike had it right. I wasn't ready for this. I pushed myself off of Royce, grabbing his hand and pulling it away from my body. I somehow got my dress rezipped, and then started walking away from him.

"Rose! Stop!" He called to me. "We could go to a room it you're just not comfortable doing this out in the open!"

I turned around to look him in the eye, "I'm not doing it anywhere, Royce. Mike was right, I should wait." Quite a few people were watching us now, maybe hoping for a fight. Royce did have quite a bit to drink…

"NO!" He roared. He grabbed me and slapped my face. Then he picked me up and flung me over his shoulder. He headed in what I guess was the way to the rooms. I didn't want this. I pulled my hairpin out of my bun, causing my hair to fall around me. I did the first thing that came to mind; I stabbed his back with my hairpin. He roared in pain and dropped me. I got up and started to run, but he grabbed my leg, pulling me to the floor. I grabbed one of my shoes then hit his arm with its heel; it worked, he let go of me. I kicked my other shoe off.

He picked up the shoe I stabbed him with and smashed it into a mirror. Picking up a large shard, he came towards me. I crawled away backwards, but I hit a wall fairly soon. He was right over me now.

Then my savior came.

The mysterious man who asked me to sit with him body-slammed Royce off of me and into a wall. Royce tried to fight back, but the man threw him across the room. As Royce got up and came at us again, I was flung over a shoulder again, but this time, I felt safe. The mysterious man ran with me out the door and into a large black jeep. He put it into gear and drove away fast, turning off the headlights and going off-road. I touched the back of my head; it hurt, and it felt wet. I pulled my hand back towards my face. It was covered in blood.

"I… I'm… bleeding. On my head." I mumbled out. The man turned to look at me. When he saw my head, he cursed under his breath then made a sharp turn.

"I have a friend who's a doctor. You're going to be fine, Angel."

Angel. I like it much better than Babe. Royce called me babe. No, I liked Angel. I leaned into the man's chest, probably getting blood all over his white shirt. He swung one of his arms around me.

"Almost there, Angel."

Angel.

Ok, so it won't get much kinkier than that! Tell me what you thought, please! And when you get the chance, I have a couple stories you should check out.

Twilight Awakening, by Bellabriggs and Supernova, by Josefinaamo. Until next chapter!

Emily…