Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
I walked to his car, purposefully saving my stalking gait for the club and waited for him to join me. Eventually he did, and I smiled up at him, subtly curving the edges of my dark maroon lips at him. He swallowed and started the car.
As he drove, I watched the scenery fly by and happened to look up when a siren went off.
"Oh, shit that's my dad. I'm not with you, okay? Not like this, tell him I'm at your house visiting with your sister or something!" I practically flew behind the backseat and crawled into the storage unit I found, practically burying myself and the bag. Just in time, too, for as soon as the door shut,
I heard the window open.
"Cullen, is it? You happen to know where my daughter is?" I could almost hear the desperation in his voice, since I never left on a Saturday. I stayed home if I didn't go anywhere on a Friday, especially during school and Charlie knew that.
"Actually Sir, she's with my sister. From what I caught, apparently they were going shopping in Oregon somewhere and won't be back until late. My mother was planning on having her stay the night, she must have forgotten to tell you." If I hadn't known that was a lie, I would have believed it myself.
"Well...All right. Tell her not to forget leaving me a note next time."
"I will, Sir. Have a nice day." I heard the car restart and take off again, and only after it stopped and turned off did I let myself relax again. The door opened and I saw Edward's face. "How you can even fit in there is beyond me, let alone with that bag."
"Street smarts. Always be able to squeeze into tight spots with more than just yourself." He helped me up, and I felt sparks when our hands touched.
I ignored it.
I stood up and looked around the parking lot with skepticism. It wasn't dirty but it wasn't exactly clean either.
"Come on." He led me to a back door and showed the bouncer his I.D. I was surprised that he was let in without a problem, especially since he didn't have a fake one, but his real one.
Nonetheless, I followed him inside, and was immediately greeted by a dim hallway and the thumping of distant music. A tall, lanky guy asked Edward if he wanted anything to drink and he said he wanted two of his usual.
"What's your usual?"
"Budweiser, why?"
"Oh, hell no." I turned to the other. "I'll take a screwdriver and a Bloody Mary to start." I could feel Edward staring at me with wide eyes. "What? I can handle it, trust me." He shook it off and walked to a door at the end of the hall where we were greeted by a song so loud it pounded your insides and multicolored lights flashed across the dance floor.
They sat at a table and a waitress came over in a vest and a pair of leather shorts so short that I wasn't sure they could be considered shorts anymore. She handed us our drinks and Edward took a sip from his beer. I eyed him and took the screwdriver in two gulps. The bloody mary went next and I locked eyes with him as I drank it. He quickly followed suit and got most of his beer down before I smiled slyly and bent over the table before crooking my index finger at him and sauntered off, stalking towards the gyrating bodies. I looked behind me and noticed him slowly get up and follow me after drinking something from a vial he had in his pocket. My mind told me it was blood, but I didn't care.
I wound my way into the center, dancing the whole way, rubbing against random people and winking at others. I was clearly in one of my many elements.
When Edward caught up with me, I swayed my hips and let the music take me away like it had so many other times before in my life. His eyes darkened and he started dancing with me, just close enough for others to know who I was with, but not close enough for us to really be touching. Our hands touched, along with a few other little things, but not much more than that.
It was enough for me.
By the time we left, I was ready to collapse. It had been a long time since I needed to wear my heels and my feet hurt. He walked out with me and I watched his feet carefully. To the average person, he was walking normally, but I saw the slight waiver in rhythm.
"Okay, big stuff. Gimme the keys." He tried to protest. "No, you're not fit to drive. Now, keys." He handed them over and I got in the driver's seat. He gave me directions to his house, since I wasn't supposed to be home until the next day. I went with him to his bedroom at his insistence, and he promptly collapsed on the bed he had. I undressed and put on a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, too tired to put anything else on, before collapsing next to him.
