Six

"Hey!" A guy with a Mohawk grabbed her arms and pulled Bella backwards and out of the way. "Watch out of the mosh pit," he grunted before moving into the swell of the crowd, watching.

She glared and rubbed her arm but no one was around to see it.

The music stopped and the band moved off stage waving at the cheering crowd before another guy moved back on stage. It was the same one as before, but he looked fresher, somehow, as he showered and changed.

Bella watched as the man pulled the microphone from the stand and sang into it, his eyes were closed and the blue spot light, lit his features dramatically. The crowd quieted to listen and like Bella were completely in awe.

He sang like an angel, the lyrics seemed like they were just for her as she swayed with the slight breeze, completely transfixed.

When his song was over the spell broke and she couldn't help but shake off the oddly amorous feelings she seemed to be having with his music. It affected her unlike anyone else's ever had before.

Weaving through the crowd, Bella reached into her pocket and pulled out a band to tie her hair back; the slight breeze felt good on her bare neck.

It wasn't a cold night, but away from the warmth of the crowd made her shiver slightly as a whiff of cologne passed by her. She took a deep breath in, closing her eyes for a moment but then it was gone.

Pulling out her wallet, Bella moved toward one of the venders, and bought a Coke and pretzel. She picked it apart as she walked, searching for Nessa.

"Hey."

Bella turned seeing a man with long hair. Most of which was covering the side of his face. She knew the gesture well. He was hiding.

"Hey," she said, picking another piece of her pretzel apart and putting it in her mouth absently but he was watching her aptly and his attention was beginning to make her fidget.

"You like the last set?" He asked quietly.

Bella shrugged, "I did. Not sure what band it was, though."

The guy nodded in understanding. "That looks good," he said, gesturing toward the pretzel.

"Would you like some?" She held it out to him and caught the slight smile on his face.

"Sure." He held out his hand and waited as she pulled a chunk of pretzel off and offered it to him. He took it, and bit into the warm bread. "I never get to eat these," he said after he smiled.

"No?" She smiled, taking another bite, hoping she didn't have the bread in her teeth.

"Nope," He responded quietly.

"I am Bella," She smiled, holding out her hand.

"Edward... What brings you here if you don't know the bands?" He asked before pulling a water bottle from his back pocket.

Bella shrugged, "Double date and ditched is the short end of the story."

"Oh, man, that sucks. Sorry." Edward chuckled.

"It wasn't going to work out," She shrugged with a smile, not really caring about the topic of Eric and took another bite.

They were both quiet for several moments, making them both fidget.

A new band started playing in the background and the quieter tones relaxed the crowd. There wasn't the mosh pit or people screaming and for that Bella was thankful.

It was nice.

All the sudden, the man who had the Mohawk man came up and whispered into Edward's ear, catching Bella by surprise. The man gestured toward Bella and she narrowed her eyes at them. She didn't like that they seemed to be talking about her right in front of her.

When he finally pulled away from whispering in the guy's ear, Mohawk guy moved a few feet away and stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the people around them.

"Who's that?" Bella whispered.

The guy with the long hair grinned and turned to look, just as Bella did at Mr. Mohawk. He winked at her and she couldn't help but flush.

"He's a friend of mine, is the short version of the story."

"Ah," Bella understood.

"You have somewhere you have to be?"

"Not really, why?"

"I'd like to go get something more to eat than a bit of pretzel. Some friends ordered some dinner and it just arrived." Edward gestured toward Mr. Mohawk who gave her another wink.

He liked to do that.

Edward was hopeful she'd want to go with him. She wasn't like the other girls he was used to being around. She hadn't given any notice that she even knew who he was so when he saw her in the audience watching him sing, listening intently to the words of the song, he felt drawn to her. He wanted to know what she thought of the music.

But then the crowd was moving closer and closer and he gestured to his bodyguard, Jake, to go to the girl in the blue shirt, save her.

Jake knew with one look and found her quickly. He noticed the way she stood there as if in a trance. He ran, hopped the security fence, ran through the crowd and pulled the girl backward just before they tried to add her to the pit.

He placed himself between her and the pit, but once she was safe she barely noticed him at all.

She just stared at Edward the whole time.

Jake cleared his throat and Edward turned to look at him, but he was looking at Bella and raised his brow and tilted his head.

"Sorry," Edward sighed, hating that he was caught not paying attention after he asked her a question, but she just laughed it off.

"I said I could eat… Let me text Nessa and lead the way."

She thumbed in a quick text that made little sense.

His arm moved out to lead the way but when she stepped close, he took her side.

But Edward had other ideas as soon as he touched Bella's soft skin. He instantly had to buffer the growl that wanted to escape, his body shuddering with such an odd reaction that he couldn't explain it if he tried.

There was just something about her and he needed to find out what it was and fast.

As he pulled her to his small trailer behind the stage, food and Nessa were soon forgotten.