Sorry about this guys, but I started writing the club as one chapter but it was ginormous! So it will be two (or possibly three) chapters long. Hope that's OK.

This chap isn't all that exciting in my opinion...but whatever.

Hope you like it!

3. Let's party! pt.1

I sat in the passenger seat beside Alice as we drove at stomach churning speeds to the club. She, being Alice, nattered good naturedly the whole way, ignoring the fact that I was becoming increasingly jittery at the prospect of actually going to a club. The prospect of being reunited with Edward after an enormously long day apart from him did calm me slightly, but not much.

'I just know you'll love this, Bella. I'm so excited!' She didn't need to tell me that, she was practically bouncing in her seat as she spoke. My gold dress had ridden up around my thighs uncomfortably in the car, and I fidgeted in my chair in a failing effort to right it.

'Is there no possible way of getting out of this then?' I asked in a useless last-ditch plea for mercy. Alice just laughed and raised a perfectly groomed black eyebrow. She turned her face away from the road to look at me. I had long since got used to the fact that there was no way any of the Cullens would crash when driving, even if they weren't looking, however it was still vaguely frightening. She shook her head amusedly. 'But Alice, a club is for dancing, right, and you know as well as I do that I don't dance.'

'Of course you do Bella! You danced at the prom, didn't you?' Thankfully, Alice was once again keeping her eyes on the road.

'Well, yes, but -'

'So you do dance.' There was an infuriatingly smug smile playing about her little pink shiny lips. Ughh! Why did vampires have to be so damn annoying? I huffed and gave in trying to pull my clingy dress down to an acceptable length and crossed my arms over my chest.

'That's not what I meant and you know it!' I wasn't sure why I bothered to argue, I knew I could never win, but that wasn't the point.

'I know exactly what you meant, Bella. But what I don't understand is why you're arguing now. You've known about this for hours now, you sat through me making you beautiful,' she nodded approvingly at me. 'And you're getting all crazy now?'

Ok, she had a point. Not that I would ever admit it to her face. I was being stupid; getting so worked up when there was clearly no way out. But I supposed I was just a getting nervous. Added to the fact that I wasn't used to spending so long away from Edward, I was bound to be a little tense. I finally saw sense and admitted defeat. I shrugged and turned, again, to face the window.

The sky was still light behind the Mercedes' pristine glass, but I could see it darkening to a dusky pink around the edges. We sped down the streets for only a few short minutes before we came to a smooth halt directly outside a large, fancy and frankly terrifying looking club.

'Alice, are we allowed to park here?' I hissed at her as she whizzed around to yank me from the car.

'Course we are, Bella. Look.' She gestured to behind me, where Rose's red convertible sat comfortably against the sidewalk. She and Emmett were leaning against the edge, looking like a photograph from an issue of Car and Driver. They seemed completely oblivious to the drooling stares and the envious glances they were receiving from the passing hoards of young people heading for the end of the long line leading the Club's entrance.

But my gaze wasn't fixed on them for long. Behind Rosalie's car was another. A very very familiar silver Volvo was parked impeccably just to the other side of entrance. My heart jolted and eventually spluttered back to life at the sight of it. But where was he? I spun my head to either side rapidly, searching for the thing I wanted most in the world.

A quiet chuckle from behind me made me jump and whirl around on the spot, nearly tripping over my own feet and crumpling to a sequinned heap on the sidewalk. A familiar white hand darted out to steady me and the familiar body followed.

'Hello Bella.' Edward whispered into my hair. Even I could hear the stuttering of my heart when the cool scent of him came into contact with my senses. He laughed quietly again.

'You scared me!' I murmured back, embarrassed, but finding it difficult to concentrate on anything besides the fact that Edward was here. And his body was so close to me.

'Well, I'm very sorry for that. Although, it was a good excuse to have you in my arms again, saving you from certain injury. I have to say those shoes are lethal; I would imagine Alice forced you into them.' I nodded, too overwhelmed by his sudden presence to speak. 'I'm glad.' He bent down to my ear to whisper the last words, sending a shiver through my body. 'I can hardly believe how beautiful you are tonight, Bella. I wouldn't have thought it possible – but here you are.' I was suddenly kind of glad that Alice had forced me into the dress.

And with that, his icy lips were on mine. Warmth spread through my whole body despite the cold temperature of the rock hard body against me. My arms found their way to lock around the back of his neck, his were in my hair. It wasn't long before my head was spinning, I was overloaded with Edward, but still I couldn't get enough. I was pulling him closer, pressing my soft body into his as hard as I could, still moving my lips with his. We could have been anywhere, I forgot about the club. I forgot about the dress and the shoes and the hundreds of people who were probably gawking at Edward and my public display. All I needed was him.

I had to break free of his lips for a forced gasp of warm summer evening air eventually, and to my disappointment, he did not work his way down my neck as he usually did, but pulled back slightly to look at my face.

He was panting almost as heavily as I was, and looked just as ecstatic as I felt. Although I was still disappointed that the kiss had come to an untimely end.

His eyes were warm and butterscotch coloured, raking over my eyes and lips and flushed cheeks hungrily. The bags beneath his eyes were much less pronounced than they had been the day before, and there was almost a pale pink tint across his chalky cheekbones. Almost.

My memory could never do him justice, he was a thousand times more beautiful than I had ever imagined during my day's various fantasies. Just thinking of those fantasies encouraged my calming heartbeat to speed up again excitedly.

'I wish I knew what you were thinking, Bella.' He sighed. I felt the already considerable blush in my cheeks darken. I was glad, not for the first time, that my mind was silent to him. He smiled and stepped backwards. He held his hand out for me to take. 'I suppose we had better go in, the others are becoming rather impatient.' His voice sounded regretful as he began to lead me towards the doors. 'Not to mention the audience we seem to have acquired...' He whispered in my ear, gesturing to the small group of girls dressed up extravagantly, not much older than me, who were leering at Edward lustfully and shooting jealous glances in my direction.

Edward nudged my head gently with his fingertips to look the other way. On the opposite side to us from the girls was a similar sized group of guys. The similarity to the first group was almost comical, although shockingly, it was me they were staring longingly at. I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or hide my overly exposed legs behind Edward.

I settled on simply yanking on Edward's hand, signalling to walk faster.

'Did I mention that that dress is beyond stunning? I don't think we can really blame those boys for staring…' Edward started. His eyes were fluttering over my body admiringly. Now that, I didn't mind. His head suddenly snapped up and his whole form moved so it was protecting me from the guys' view.

'What…?' I asked. 'I thought you said we couldn't blame them…' I teased with a grin. Edward let out a tiny growl.

'I know, Bella. But their thoughts I'm having a harder time ignoring.' It came out in almost a growl. I gulped and resumed the walk to the doors, hoping I could pull Edward away from his urge to kill.

It worked. Edward allowed me to pull him away. Within no time we reached the doors. Then something struck me.

'Wait-' I pointed back to the end of the humongous queue that ran into the entrance. 'Don't we have to go over there?'

Edward smiled mischievously and grabbed my waist, pulling me to him.

'Don't worry, love. Watch.' He muttered before turning to one of the intimidating bouncers. 'Edward and Bella Cullen.' My stomach flipped at the sound of our two names together. Bella Cullen. I could get used to that. He pulled two ID cards from his jeans pocket and held them up for inspection. The guy only studied them for a few moments before nodding curtly and pushing a metal barrier aside for us to enter.

I scuttled inside the club after Edward, still gripping his hand in my sweaty palm. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty; we had skipped the whole line with no fuss at all. And the cards I assumed to be fake IDs Edward had shown the bouncer had worked like a charm. It just seemed so easy, living this life.

'Are you alright?' I blinked. Edward was speaking to me over the rhythmic thudding of the dance music coming from the main club.

'Sure.' I nodded. Edward gave me a strange look but thankfully didn't push his questioning any further.

He led me through a narrow hallway that didn't look nearly as upmarket as the outside of the building. A pair of sturdy looking double doors stood at the end of the corridor. Edward easily opened one of them and ushered me through.

My jaw dropped. I had never been to a proper club before, but I had seen them on TV and they had never looked as amazing and yet as daunting as this.