Edward's POV

I glanced around the room absent-minded as my brothers prepared for what they claimed would soon be, "The Best Night Of My Existence".

"I Swear Eddy! You 'ought to loosen up a bit! I mean how many decades has it been since you last spoke with a girl? Like 8?" Emmett Prodded.

"Actually Emmett, I think your assumption is inaccurate. I don't think our brother here has EVER spoken with a girl," Jasper declared while laughing.

"Hey! He's spoken to me," Esme piped in from her office. She was working on some designing plans for a house being built somewhere in Seattle.

"You don't count! I mean you're like our mom! We meant girls that we can actually have se-"

"EMMETT CULLEN! Don't you dare end that sentence with sex. I swear to whatever God exists – if one exists – that if you do I'll be sure to tell Rosalie, and then we'll see if you'll be able to find girls to mess around with," Esme chastised.

It was funny watching them bicker. I was just about to slip out of the room when something or someone for that matter ran right into me.

"Hey watch out! God Alice, why the hell were you running exactly?"

And like the little pixie she is, she mischievously turned and grinned. She said nothing, just grinned. Slowly she backed up the staircase and bolted to her room.

"Whatever. Don't tell me! Just know that when I go to pick my favourite sister I won't forget this!" I playfully called in mock-sobbing.

"Hey Bro! It's game-time. We gotta' go!" Emmett called.

I drag my feet out the door and get into the back of Emmett's Jeep.

Oh God if you exist, HELP ME.

Bella's POV

"Oh My God Alice! That was flipping close!"

Alice had gone downstairs to grab us trench coats to cover up our anything but decent outfits. I know what most of you are thinking, Bella showing skin? Unheard of!

But recently I've decided that since in my case I'm only going to live once I might as well, well – live.

We exited the house cautiously. And when I say we, I mean Alice, Rosalie, and I.

At first Rosalie seems intimidating and then when you get to know her she's, intimidating. She's an open book when it comes to her emotions. Mostly because her emotions only consist of angry, frustration, annoyance, lust, and well, bitchiness.

I climbed into Rosalie's Ferrari. It was as you could imagine, a cherry red. We drove in silence until Alice cranked up a song by some emerging artist. She and Rosalie sung along to it and here I was not knowing the band that was playing the song, let alone the lyrics.

We soon arrived at the club and that's when the nerves kicked in. However the pixie get's what the pixie wants. By the time we'd gotten to the doors I was calmed down. That's when I heard that fateful word.

"I.D.?"

Alice being Alice reached into her purse and produced our highschool I.D. cards.

"I would guess that these suffice?" She said masking her usually peppy voice with an overtone of what sounded like sexiness.

"I would guess they do lady," He replied eyeing her up and down.

And with that we entered the club confidently, and most definitely not looking back.

Unknown POV

She could run however she'd never be able to hide. Her scent was far to potent for me to miss. I couldn't wait to indulge in it. I entered the building that shone bright lights. I knew I'd find her here, after she was mine. When one claims another, a bond is made. The bond is especially strong when the two subjects have a strong connection or attraction prior to the claiming.

You see her & I are an exceptionality. We had a bond together before she was even born, thanks to her parents that is. Or should I say her mother since her father was always out of the picture, usually with one of his many lovers. How ironic it is that the innocent always end up with the corrupt?

Perhaps that is how our story will end too but who knows?

I walk into the building through a back door. Noise bounces off the walls. It is evident that I've just walked into some sort of human celebration.

I walk up to a bigger man who resembles a giant in more ways than not.

"Excuse me sir? What are you all celebrating?"

"The weekend man. If not the weekend then the music, girls, and the beer," He says.

"Why would someone celebrate women?"

"Because of 'em titties man!" Someone yelled from behind me. He appeared to either out of his mind or maybe intoxicated.

I turn to him.

"And what exactly are titties?"

"Ya' don't know what titties are?! You are just like my brother! You know that right?"

"Sure. I guess so?"

"You're not from around here are you?"

"No. Not at all."

"Oh. Well welcome to Seattle. I hope you enjoy our finer selection of women since they are quite mouth-watering."

I chuckled. Mouth-watering indeed.

When the dark haired stranger finished that some blonde siren from beside him smacked him on the arm.

"Hey Baby! You know I was talking about you!"

"I'm from New York, "Baby" not Seattle!"

"I know that!" He says though obviously he didn't.

I decide to leave the couple to their bickering. I couldn't get sidetracked on my mission. I'd waited over 16 years for this moment and I wouldn't let some pesky stranger get in the way.

I turned my head and there she was, in clothes that left little to the imagination, with another girl.

Ah. This will be a victorious night.

A/N – Sorry for not updating sooner! It's just I haven't been getting very many reviews (If Any) and I don't know if anyone is really enjoying this story. If no one is then I guess I may just scrap it. If even ONE person is then I'll continue. I'll give you all until June 20th to get your reviews in!

~Alyce