Okay, so this is a little something I imaginee while re-reading Breaking Dawn... do you remember in the second chapter, when Edward leaves to go to his "bachelor party," and a worried Bella asks Jasper if she's taking him to a strip club? Well, of course this is not the case... but what if it was? Anyway, that's what happens in this story; Jasper and Emmett take Edward to a strip club for his bachelor party, the night before his wedding. This is all in Edward's point-of-view. So, that's the background to this. Hope you enjoy!


We were lying in Bella's small bed, and she lay wrapped in my arms. The bed being so small, I was forced to curl my legs in an awkward angle and heft Bella's weight to one side of my body so she wouldn't fall of the bed … but like I said, Bella lay wrapped in my arms, and I wouldn't trade my place at that moment for anywhere in the world.

We kissed for minutes without talking, which was good because I didn't think I could hold a conversation and concentrate on my crumbling restraint at the same time. Vampires may have more room in their brains than humans, but even I couldn't do both at the same time. With Bella's small hands intertwined in my hair, gripping at the roots, and her warm breath fanning across my marble face, I couldn't clear my clouded head, much less carry on a discussion. Bella's kissing was eager and pure and naïve… and I was the opposite. Every centimeter closer she pressed herself against my granite-hard body, I held her a tiny bit farther apart – although I hated doing it, it was the only way I could be sure not to hurt her. And yet even though I made sure to keep the issue of restraint in the forefront of my mind, I found myself imitating her passionate grip, kissing her more roughly, not caring whether I gripped her too hard. No, I told myself, you must care. Check yourself, always. With great reluctance, I pulled myself away from her lips. I glanced down at Bella's angelic face, and I was glad I pulled away when I did. Her red lips were slightly swollen around the edges; I cursed myself for being too rough with her. That said, the swollen, full lips were really quite sexy, and I had trouble in keeping from picking up where we'd just left off. To keep my mind off the tempting matter at hand, I asked her a question that had been troubling me the entire day.

"How are your feet?"

I didn't bother to clarify I was referencing the wedding that was to take place the next day; I knew she knew what worried me.

Bella's eyebrow rose, and she hurried to set me straight. She talked, but for once, I wasn't listening. I was too preoccupied with the way her lips moved, her small tongue darting from between her two front teeth every once in a while to pronounce a word. It was truly intoxicating. I noticed the way Bella glanced at me after she spoke, checking my face for a reaction; my cold, motionless warmed a little every time this happened. It never failed to excite me that she actually cared about what I thought.

We talked for a while, and all too soon I heard a scrape on the window pane, the Cullen brothers' secret signal. (Actually, the secret signal had just been devised the day before by Emmett. After experiencing a brief moment of brotherly love, Emmett became convinced that all brothers needed a secret signal of some kind, and he suggested a noisy, disconcerting scraping sound as ours. I gave my consent, because I knew my agreement would be the only thing to shut him up.)

As the disturbing, steely sound rang throughout the bedroom, I felt Bella shudder beneath me. Instinctively, I tightened my grip around her.

"If you don't send Edward out," Emmett hissed, "we're coming in after him."

I rolled my eyes toward the direction of the window, hoping he saw my disapproval of his conduct. Bella's body immediately relaxed; she laughed.

"Go," she told me. "Before they break my house."

I didn't want to leave my Bella, but I knew my brothers would force me to, one way or another. With a lengthy sigh, I rolled to my feet, tugged on my shirt, and gave Bella a quick kiss on the forehead. Her face brightened, and my stomach turned to jelly. Why did this beautiful woman have such a powerful pull over me? It simply wasn't fair.

Without further ado, I leaped out the window and found Emmett dangling from a nearby tree. Coiling up on the balls of my feet, I rushed at his big, hulking figure, tackling him to the ground. Our combined weight was muffled slightly by the clump of bushes below, but it was still loud enough to make a resounding thwack! throughout the immediate area. I was slightly annoyed by Emmett's previous antics, so I didn't hold myself back when I punched him solidly on the chest.

"Ow!" Emmett whined, though I knew it didn't really hurt him. After all, how could a playful punch hurt a 6'4, 250-pound vampire?

Jasper landed softly next to our entangled bodies, skillfully using the soft pads of his feet to cushion the impact his body made upon the ground. We straightened up, brushing the dirt and grass from our clothing.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked. My brothers had come to take me to my "bachelor party," and I was very doubtful of what the evening would entail.

Emmett and Jasper looked at each other and grinned mischievously.

"Well…" Jasper began, avoiding my gaze. My curiosity spiked.

"Don't get mad, but we're taking you to a strip club." Jasper laughed nervously, and Emmett punched him on the shoulder.

I took an automatic step backward, holding up my hands in warning.

"I don't think so, guys. Not only would I hate that, but do you know angry Bella would be if she heard I went to a strip club the night before our wedding?" I shook my head and turned to climb the tree to return to Bella's sweet embrace, but Emmett's strong grip on my shoulder stopped me.

"Dude, that's why you're not going to tell her!" he exclaimed. I stayed where I was, my back facing my brothers. Emmett continued.

"Look, I know all this sounds silly and immature to you, but it would really please me and Jasper both if you came out with us tonight – for all we know, it could be our last night together as we know it! Once you and Bella become a thing, for real, who knows what's going to happen to our brotherly bonding time?"

After finishing his impressive speech, Emmett looked down at his hands and pouted. It was obvious he was putting on a show to try to get me to agree to his plans, but my resolve wavered anyway. Maybe my brothers were feeling left out…or something like that? It was true that my attention had left my family and focused entirely on Bella once I had met her, the love of my life. Were they hurt by our exclusivity? I glanced at Jasper, who quickly rearranged his face into a display of great sulking and moping once he noticed my intense gaze. I looked at Emmett again, who by this time had even managed to conjure a small, glistening tear that slid down his cheek. I laughed and slowly nodded my head.

"Okay, okay. I'll do it." What was I getting myself into?

My brothers whooped and hollered, pounding me on the back with their fists.

"This is gonna be an experience for you," Emmett said, a huge grin breaking out on his face. I put my hands on my hips to emphasize my sternness and determination for my following declaration.

"I'll do it," I continued, "but I'm not going to like it."


It was a dingy, run-down bar in an alley in Port Angeles – not exactly high-class. Of course, being in a dark, dirty alley in Port Angeles brought forth a crushing surge of painful memories: Bella, cornered by four hulking men, thinking dirty, loathsome thoughts about her. Remembering this incident was hard for me; for a moment, all I could see was flashing red. My fingernails dug into the palms of my hands as I thought about that night, and a low, rumbling growl ripped through my chest. Jasper and Emmett looked back at me.

"Dude, you okay?" Emmett asked me, concerned.

Jasper was more sensitive to the precarious situation at hand; he could feel the tangible fury and pain rolling off my tense body in waves. Jasper's lips parted in surprise, and almost immediately a ripple of peaceful serenity flooded through me, temporarily erasing the crippling anger. I breathed deeply, trying to steer my mind away from the image of a helpless, defenseless Bella about to be preyed on. I shook my head once and nodded gratefully at Jasper.

We continued down the alley. Overflowing garbage cans lined the walls, and ragged, homeless individuals sat by the filthy cans, picking bony remains from them. Lacy spider webs clung to the alley's moldy walls. An overpowering stench of garbage, mold, and cigarette smoke reached me; I wrinkled my nose in disgust. This was the location of my bachelor party?

It was about ten o'clock at night, and the nightlife in Port Angeles was just kicking off. We arrived at the doors of the club; I hung back, doubtful of my brothers' plans. A long line twisted down the block, and a massive bouncer at the door was letting the line in slowly, one by one. Jasper nodded at the bouncer, and the Guido-looking man immediately let us enter. Reluctantly, I followed my brothers through the swinging doors.

The scent of smoke and alcohol hit me directly in the face as I took a step forward. Pulsating lights, scantily-clad women sliding promiscuously up and down poles, and the abundance of sloshing beer were prominent features of this particular bar; in other words, a typical club. We sat down at the bar, and Emmett ordered three Budweisers. My brothers were looking around the noisy room in interest; I readied myself for a night for utter boredom. Strippers, alcohol, and the club atmosphere did not captivate me in the slightest – the only reason I came was to appease my brothers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the exotic dancers making a beeline for our group.

She looked about twenty-five years old, and she wore two thin strips of shredded cloth: one wrapped around her bust and the other covering her bottom. She walked toward us unsteadily on four-inch spiked heels. Her face was painted with garish makeup, and her wavy blonde hair was twisted in a long plait down her back. I heard Emmett hum appreciatively.

"Hi, boys," she murmured, leering at us. Actually, I noticed with dread, she was leering mostly at me. She stared at me, trying to catch my gaze; I looked down at the floor. All I could do was to compare the girl in front of me to my Bella. Bella barely wore any makeup, never wore such revealing clothes, and yet she was a million times sexier than the girl standing in front of me. My heart ached for Bella; I imagined her lying in her bed, her long limbs tangled in the sheets, her tresses fanning across the pillow. My heart ached, and I longed desperately to hold her in my arms. What was I even doing here, anyway? I had absolutely no desire to be surrounded with strippers. This was ridiculous.

I glanced up, looking for Jasper and Emmett to tell them my plans to leave, but they were nowhere to be found. I looked for them in the crowd, but all I could see was a mass of writing, sweaty bodies gyrating to the thumping music. Suddenly, I felt a blast of warm, alcohol-scented breath tickle my ear.

"My name is Crystal," the girl whispered, draping her tanned arm around my neck. "What do you say we have a little fun?"


Uh-oh! Crystal is getting awfully close to Edward, Bella's man! Will he succumb to her seduction, or will he stay true to the love of his life? I promise to update soon with the next chapter - the more feedback I get, the more I'm motivated to write, so please drop me a review if you have time. In the meantime, let your imagination wander...