authors note!: okay i know i haven't updated in a longgg while but i don't know. i felt like adding to this story. well, just some things... follow me on twitter (prettygrlrock_) and youtube (hugsxkissable) if u like my writing.. or just me :) this chapter may be a little touchy, feely, but no smut. not yet. haha not quite ready for that, but maybe if I get enough reviews i'll go for it. this chapter may be long or very short. i haven't decided yet... anyways you probably don't want to keep reading me ramble. So with further ado, here's Chapter 9!

After quite enough time of consideration- and anger- I finally decided to leave the house; blow off some steam from the encounter with the devil earlier. I opened up the large closet and pulled the clothes aside to find the items I only used in certain situations. I wasn't the kind of person who was a slut. I always thought Beth was that sister, and I didn't want to be anything close to her.

But tonight was different. I wasn't myself. Not at all. I was pissed and wanted to take my mind off of the complexity of my life.

That's why I pulled out the shimmering black dress with the low cut and barely covered ass. That's why I put on an abundance of makeup on my already beautiful face. That's why I went to the club.

The club lights shined down onto my pale skin, turning it assorted colors. It was a small place just outside of Mystic Falls. It was alive with countless people. There was a sizable dance floor where most people were dancing, rubbing up against each other. I walked over to the long bar in the back of the room. I sat down on the red leather stool.

"A strawberry tequila extra alcohol," I said to the tasty looking bar tender, while I spun around on the swiveling seat.

"Can I see some I.D. please?" He asked holding out his hand to take my card. I looked straight into his boring brown eyes.

"You don't need my I.D.," I said compelling him.

He turned and walked away to pour my drink. I surveyed the room searching for some entertainment. I saw a group of people my age- not my actual age, of course. They were all lounging on the booth, all of them drunk- but one. It was a guy with black hair that sweeped to the side of his forehead in an adorable way. Not at all emo, though. He was wearing dark jeans and an Abercrombie shirt. Neither of us looked over-dressed or under-dressed even though our attire was completely different. He wasn't all alone, being the only one not drunk, but he joined in on the other's laughter and fun.

The bartender brought me my drink and i sipped it languidly, watching the group across the floor. The alcohol coursed through my veins and I felt a little tipsy. I deposited the empty glass onto the bar counter.

I walked across the lit up floor to the boy, who was now leaning back in his chair. I could see the veins pulsing under the skin of his neck as it elongated slightly backwards. I could see as his head turned towards the noise my heels were making as they made their way towards him. His eyes widened a little as he took me in; my long brown locks, perfectly sculpted body, and deep gray eyes. The group he was with was clearly to drunk to notice me joining their pack.

"Uh, hey?" The guy said, not believing I was really there to talk to him.

"Hello," I said, smiling slightly.

"What's your name?" He said, choking a little on his words.

"Alex."

"I'm Justin," Justin said, trying to make his own name sound as good as mine did.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." I winked at him.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked. Before he could respond I had grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the floor as the lights flashed red.

The music pounded in the background as we stood in the middle of the dance floor, dancing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed up against his purely compact body. At first we kind of just moved slowly to the fast music, but not long after we were fully dancing. My hands moved down his back as his moved down to my ass. I rubbed up against him and could sense him becoming more excited. I spun my body around so that my back was against his chest. I dipped down so that my short dress lifted slightly revealing a few inches. I straightened back up and slid my hands around his waist.

"Let's leave," I purred. He nodded silently and his eyes were large. Justin followed me back out to my car and we slid into the backseat. Having being very experienced in the art of hunting I locked the car doors without him even noticing. My dress rided on the leather seat, and I pulled Justin towards me. He had become more confident in his actions and his lips were on me moving quickly. For just a moment I felt as though his kissing was actually enjoyable, but there was only one person's lips I had ever truly craved. I shoved the thoughts away as I literally shoved Justin down onto the seat. His fingers tangled in my hair and I twisted my head so my lips were resting on his neck. Now I was the one grabbing his hair - to yank his head back. He yelped at my sudden change.

The bark before the bite, I thought.

But for some reason my inner dog couldn't bring me to carry out the deed.

a/n: yeah, so Alex can bring out her sexy side, but she can't even bite Justin?

btw, don't forget that name cause it might pop up again (:

I have some really nice suprises up my sleeve, so please leave a review so I can get the motivation to continue this story.

And I know this was a short chapter, but I am currently not doing very well in Alegbra, so I've been having to spend quite some time on that. Grrrr. Message me if you have any website suggestions on Algebra ;)

Haha just kidding (sort of). Yall don't want to hear about MY issues - but what about Alex's? Leave a review and answers will be revealed!

Thanks for reading! (: