A/N - I own nothing. Not Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, or Breaking Dawn, those belong to S.M. I do not own Rocky Horror Picture Show. I do not own a car, or home or anything else, not even my dog, he owns me, so please do not take legal action, it would only waist all our time.

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Edward

I sit watching the crowd of dancers ebb and flow, pulse and throb to the music. The club lights flash and swirl with the heavy bass. The effect is almost hypnotic. I settle further into the overstuffed booth as I take it all in.

A flash of red catches my eye. It moves against the flow of the other forms. She is small, tiny even. Her sequence top reflects the colored lights, breaks them and sends the shards flying out to dance with the room. The black spikes on her head bob and weave through the crowd of shoulders, sometimes popping up, finding the clearest path forward. I smirk as my sister jumps to her left, avoiding the flailing arms of an inept dancer, steps to her right, narrowly missing the barmaid and her tray of beers, and comes to a stop, standing across from me with her hands on her hips. My smirk becomes a smile as I envision the whole club doing the Time Warp.

"Edward."

"Alice."

Her eyes narrow, "Come dance."

"I'm fine here, thank you."

"What is the point of a coming to a club and not dancing? Honestly! Are you even having fun, just sitting here like a lump, drinking your rum and coke?"

My eyes wander past my overly excited sister, to the bar. This time it's blue that catches my eye. Blue satin shimmers, like water draped over her slender form. Dark, wavy brown hair falls across her shoulders, down her back. Pale skin almost glows in the undulating light.

"Uhg!" Her tiny hands make tiny fists. "Are you even listening?"

I consider lying, then answer, "No, I'm enjoying the view. Go have fun Alice."

She's an angry pixie now. "Fine! Just be sure to tell Emmett, Rose or me when you leave, okay?"

"Sure." She stomps back onto the dance floor and I briefly feel bad for the next person who crosses her path. The feeling passes. My eyes returns to the girl in blue.

I notice now that she sits with a friend. Her friend wears revealing cloths and too much make-up, she is trying to get attention. She has failed. My gaze wanders back to the girl in blue.

A guy, oily black hair and long of limb, approaches the pale girl in blue. He speaks, she smiles. He speaks again, she shakes her head no. The guy retreats. I smile.

Another approaches, this one blond and confident. The pattern repeats and he leaves unsatisfied. I study her form, watch her face. She is beautiful. I sip my drink and watch the beautiful, pale girl in blue.

The third suitor approaches and is denied like his predecessors. Her friend looks unhappy. Incredulous. Jealous. She leaves to dance.

I continue to watch as two more gentlemen advance and retreat, and now I know she is something extraordinary, this beautiful, pale, brunette, girl in blue.

She is too good for this place, these people. I am filled with the urge to scoop her up into my arms and flee with her, save her from the mundane, the ordinary. She deserves more.

I want to hold her, talk with her, dance with her. But I have just seen her deny five others. Why would she say yes to me? These are uncharted waters. I do not approach, I am approached. I do not seek affirmation, but give or deny it.

Another one attempts to win her favor, and my mind is set. I can not sit and watch while she says 'yes' to someone else.

Bella

The club is crowded and noisy. Jessica abandoned me awhile ago to go dance. I don't dance. I also don't normally go to clubs. Jessica asked me to come with her, and in an attempt to form friendly bonds with my co-workers I said I would come.

After the third guy asked me to dance, my theory on why Jess brought me with her, rather than one of her usual friends, was confirmed. She wanted to bring someone she thought would make her look good by comparison. I couldn't deny that I'm ordinary. In every way ordinary. I'm 5'3" tall, have brown eyes and hair. My features are nice but nothing amazing. And even as I'm insulted by being thought the ordinary girl by Jess, I can also, kind of, agree with her. So I am amazed that guys would talk to me and not her. So is she, that's why she left with a mixed look of incredulity and disgust on her face.

I am shocked that three more guys approach me after Jessica went to dance. I'm here for half an hour and already I'm ready to go home. I don't want to dance, and I defiantly don't want to sit at the bar alone fending off guy after horny guy. This whole situation is not helping me have friendly feelings toward my co-worker. Quite the opposite.

I feel someone standing behind me just before I hear the velvet smooth voice in my ear. "You are a goddess among mortals." His breath is hot against my ear and I feel a tingle run down my spine as blood floods my cheeks. "We are not worthy to be in your presence." He is too close, but as I move my head to look at him he steps back, giving me the room I need to turn.

Wow. My mind is over loaded and crashes, going blank. There has to be a mistake, no man this gorgeous would be talking to me, let alone telling me I'm a goddess. His mouth is pulled into a smirk and his eyes, his deep, endless, emerald green eyes, are confident but wary. Unruly bronze colored hair falls across his brow and sticks out every which way. Sex hair. Wow.

"Come with me." He holds out a pale, long fingered hand, and without thinking I take it and follow, my mind still in a daze. He is tall, and he stunts his natural stride so it matches my shorter one. He skirts the dance floor and leads me to a dim alcove behind a pillar. We are alone.

He releases my hand, I immediately miss the contact, and runs his own through his messy hair. "Sorry, I just couldn't watch the parade any longer. You look like you needed a break." He smiles an uneven smile, I smile in return. Looking down at me he holds out his hand again, "dance with me."

I take his hand but stand firm when he tries to lead me from our secluded space. "I don't really like to dance." He tries to hide it, but disappointment fills his eyes. "I'm really clumsy," I add as an explanation.

"Then we'll dance here," his smirk returns, "no one to see you trip and fall but me." With no more warning then that he pulls me close and we are dancing. He is graceful and patient, but after I step on his feet three times and, somehow, hit him in the gut, he relents. My laughter takes some of the sincerity out of my apology.

"I did warn you," I say, still giggling.

"You did," he agrees with an uneven smile.

Our eyes meet. The depth of his suck me in and I am lost in them. He steps forward and suddenly I'm trapped between him and the wall. Not that I'm complaining. Who wouldn't want this unbelievably handsome man with crazy bronze sex hair pushing them gently against the wall, leaning in, clearly intent on kissing.

"There you are." Jessica's voice rips me out of my own private heaven. I peak out around Mr. Sex Hair to find my not so welcome co-worker with her arms crossed across her chest, looking at me like I'm a three year old with her hand in the cookie jar. "I'm leaving, come on." With that, she turns on her heals, practically stomping her way toward the door.

"I have to go." I can't look him in the eye, if I do I won't be able to leave.

"Stay." The word is a plea. His lips press gently to my cheek. "Please."

The will to stay and the need to go are fighting it in my brain when a flash blinds me and the need wins out over the will. A tiny woman with black hair wearing a red sequence top is holding her cell phone in front of her and is taking pictures. Of me. Of me and Mr. Sex Hair. Shit. Not good.

Ducking out under Mr. Sex Hair, I make a bee line for the exit. Before I make it three full steps he grabs my wrist and I flip around to face him.

"Please, stay." His eyes are pleading, panicking, sad. I shake my head no, not trusting my voice. "At least give me your name then."

A heavy sigh escapes my lips. I want to tell him, every cell of my being wants to tell him, but after the photo, I can't admit I was here. After that photo I can't say who I am. So I compromise. To give him hope. To give me hope.

"Listen, if this is supposed to happen," I point my finger back and forth between him and me, "then I'll see you again, and I'll give you my name then. I promise." I kissed him, deep and long, and then leave, cursing Jessica for ever bringing me to this stupid club in the first place.

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A/N This is my first fanfic, please review and thank you for reading.