Kyle (c) Penmaster51, Shayla (c) Ha-Za-A, All Twilight Characters (c) Stephaine Meyer! End of the chapter four update, guys, sorry! But enjoy ;)

Chapter 10: Tease

Shayla's POV

I scowled silently to myself before I turned to glare up at Kyle who was perched in a tree. "Damn you Kyle and your secrets," I snarled playfully at my mate. I added a growl which caused him to snicker at my attempt to frighten him.

"Oh, you love me Shayla." I poked my blood-covered tongue out at him, causing more laughs to burst out of his chest. I gave a 'humph' sound, and went back to burying the deer I had just drained.

We had just finished our hunt, or rather, my hunt. I had first been subconscious of him watching me hunt. I became a monster when I hunted. Tackling, tearing, shredding, biting and clawing my prey… I didn't feel like a human anymore, much less a female in any way. It sickened me to the stomach that the thought of Kyle ever finding me… unattractive in my hunting techniques and movements.

But the look in his eyes was nothing of love and admiration for me when I had walked back towards him from my now-buried kill, wiping the blood off my face with my hands and arms as I went. He leapt down from the tree and strode towards me, before he embraced me in a hug, musing my hair a little as he did. He knew I hated that, probably after hearing it from my brothers. Humph, they would get something coming to them later.

"So…" I once again tried to bring up the subject of his mystery phone conversation with Alice. "What did my little, annoying, fortune-telling sister want?"

"Not telling," he said once again and rather cheekily too, with a faint smirk playing on his lips. "So don't bother asking again."

I growled at him and stomped a clawed foot on the hard earth, half-serious, half-not, causing a small hole. "I can make you," I threatened playfully.

"You don't scare me," Kyle retorted back as he started to jog away, his back to mine, probably thinking that I would follow him.

I shifted down, and kept low to the ground, before I stretched my legs out like a cat's, and bounded across the land like a wild cat after him.

I knew he would hear me, or even smell me. He went even faster but I knew I was quicker. He might have been newborn but I was speedy. Jasper, Edward and the wolves were the only ones who could outrun me. But he, Kyle, must have thought it was only a mere game of chase, and didn't think that I would tackle him.

Which I did, of course.

I overtook him by swerving around him before I leapt, rebounded off a tree and flipped, before my feet made contact with his upper body. We both went flying as I held onto him, tucking him into a ball, before he landed flat on his back, and with I smirking broadly on his torso. I grinned more prominently as he shook his head, like he was trying to clear it. I made no effort to move but only growled/ purred when he attempted to get up.

"Now," I began, still grinning madly as he starred up at me, bewildered. "What am I? Scary, or not so scary?"

He considered this question for a moment. "You are a…" He paused as I become impatient, poking his shoulder with a claw, trying not to hurt him. He grinned up at me while I scowled at him. But eventually, he chose the right answer. "You're a horrifying and terrifying monster Shay."

"That's much better," I purred at him, as I retracted my claws and rubbed his bare arms teasingly while sending him a mischievous but small smile.

Okay, I knew I was being a flirt. When I was a human, I never got that chance, to be a hormonal sixteen year old, running around and flirting with the guys. And with my new found family, I couldn't either. Even when Edward wasn't taken, I loved him as a brother and wouldn't do it anyway, even if that wasn't the case. With the females up in Denali, they were much more beautiful then I, and there was no hope in the world that I could've competed with them. And so, with my past relationships, I had been an outrageous flirt, which may have turned them off a little bit.

But I could tell Kyle enjoyed it every bit. He laughed and pushed me, though gently, off. I fell onto my back to the side and propped myself up onto an elbow as he sat up. "I told you I was scary." I flashed a mouthful of sparkling-white and razor-sharp teeth in his direction before I snapped them.

"You're just a kitten to me," he teased back and I snapped my fangs at him, good-heartedly. He growled at me and I growled back. Not threateningly sounds but playful, teasing, good-natured growls. I did usually growl at my family but not these ones. They were not 'Knock it off' growls or even 'Go away and stop pissing me off' growls. These were 'I want you right here, right now' growls.

I felt the tension between us. Was it normal to want to take your mate down anytime, anywhere? Did I seriously want to… do you-know with Kyle? It felt taboo, wrong and dirty but at the same time, so right, deadly dangerous in a good way, and very much desirable. I hoped… that Kyle felt the same way. I hoped he wouldn't reject me if I confessed these things.

Whoa up Shayla! The voice in my head I liked to call the 'Responsible One', also known as my voice of reason, cried out to me. You've not him for what, three or four days? And how long have you been together? Three was it? Quit thinking about jumping him 'cause you haven't even kissed yet, and concentrate on more important things! Like sharing and talking and all the other stuff most couples like to do!

You. Voice in my head. Butt out! I mentally cried out to myself, immediately feeling dumb that I was arguing with myself, and losing apparently for the Responsible One had a good argument. We had found out each other's past over a fight; what did that say about us? We did need to talk; a serious one about each other and open up about ourselves. No more secrets between us.

I chuckled quietly and he did too, as I laid back into the warm grass. The sun filtered in through the trees and hit my face, making sparkles appear, a glimmer of rainbows, bounce off my skin. Kyle melted to my side as he held me to him, with my back towards him. He kept a firm grip on me as he drew circles with his fingers on my arm, and brushed my hair that was falling across my face with his other hand. His cool breath was torturous on the back of my neck and, I swear to God, I felt them so close that I could feel a faint touch of them pressing to the granite skin, almost like an agonising kiss.

I wanted to check, to turn my head around and to meet his lips and capture them under my own, but I didn't. Instead, I snuggled in closer to his body and sighed. He stopped whatever he was doing and propped himself up on an elbow. "What?"

"You. You're such a horrible tease," I grumbled, half to myself, half not. I didn't look at him. But I heard him sigh and lean over me and whisper in my ear.

"Says the girl who tackled me and refused to get off," he retorted smugly. I raised a hand and shoved him in the chest, sending him stumbling off his elbow and onto his back again. I sat up and grinned down at him.

"I still think you're a horrible flirt," I said smugly back as I jumped to my feet and glanced up at the sky. How long have we'd been out here? Hours perhaps? Who knows but I did know that the sky was darkening as the sun began its decent towards the horizon. "C'mon, let's go."

He looked hesitant for some reason but leapt to his feet. Together, we ran hand-in-hand back towards the house.

The first thing I noticed was that the glass wall making up the lower part of the house was shut off with a giant metal wall, and that all the upstairs lights were on. Alice was in a tree, waiting for us.

"Hurry it up you two, you don't want to be late!" she called.

"Huh?" I glanced up at her before I scaled the tree to sit beside her. I then gaped at her outfit.

She was wearing a pure white dress which fell just below her knees, a vast amount of golden jewellery and to top it all off, a fluffy halo above her head. She looked pure, innocent, an angel. What the hell?

"Alice, what's going –" I began to say but Alice cut me off, as she glared down at Kyle.

"You didn't tell her?"

"Was I meant to?" he called back.

Alice groaned in frustration before she glanced at me. "You need to get ready sis. All of us girls have picked out an outfit each that we think you would have liked for your fancy-dress party."

Her words clicked into my head. "Wait a minute, what party… Alice! My birthday was months ago, we celebrated it remember? I got presents, a birthday cake which we ended up giving to Jacob, and a grizzly bear for me! I don't need one!"

"Tough luck, we have already organized it. And we've invited everyone! The wolves, Denali's, Nahual and the rest of the South American coven, and don't forget you friends!"

I groaned as she did her best puppy-dog eyes. "Alice… Curse you!"

"Yay!" she cried as she clapped her hands and started to drag me into the house via the window. "I got her everyone!"

Rosalie and Esme glanced out of Rosalie's room when they heard us as Alice dragged me in. They then each pulled an outfit off the bed, each one a fancy-dress one. "Take your pick," Rosalie instructed.

I glanced at their outfits that they held in their hands. Esme had a golden silk dress and some Egyptian-styled accessories. An Egyptian queen or a pharaoh. Nice but, eww, a dress.

I shook my head at my mother. She smiled slightly. "I thought that would be your reaction."

Alice showed me hers. A gorgeous full-length ballroom style gown, but with several gothic touches to it. Ripped sleeves, some lace here and there that resembled cobwebs. But the shows were friggen six inches high with stockings!

I glanced at Alice. She frowned and sighed. "You are so picky."

Rosalie's was the best. She knew me far too well. She had a gypsy or genie outfit with green-coloured pants that resembled jeans in a way, and a purplely top with spaghetti straps and which showed off my stomach.

I grinned at her. "Rose, you know me wayyyyy too well! I love you sis."

She gave me a one-armed hug. "I know. I love you too Shayla. Now hurry up and change! We need to do some make-up. Nothing major," she added when she saw my mouth fall open. "Just some glitter and eye shadow, nothing major, don't panic." She smirked at me.

I changed into the outfit quickly. It was exactly right. Tight in some places, flaring out in others… Rosalie didn't have shoes for me but I preferred to go bare-footed anyway. She put glitter in my hair which she left down and straightened (which I loved) and then some more over my face. She then stuck some fake jewels on my cheeks and leant me some dazzling silver jewellery including a brand new nose stud with a bright blue sapphire, a hooked eyebrow ring and a dangling silver and green belly piercing. The shirt cut just above my belly button so my stomach and back was showing.

"Rosalie," I started to say after she finished with me, and got up to observe myself in the mirror. "You are amazing!" I let out a happy laugh as I pirouetted for her.

She laughed at my antics before she changed into her outfit, the Egyptian outfit Esme tried to choose for me earlier. After Rosalie finished, and Esme and Alice as well, we headed downstairs. Alice of course had her angel outfit, while Esme had chosen to go as a princess, or rather, a queen.

The music was pumping with one of my favourite songs by one of my favourite bands, I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas.

There were disco lights, laser, fog… I could see Matt, Emmett and a few of the other boys were in charge of the DJ deck, which was sitting up on a makeshift stage as well as a few instruments.

I darted through the small crowd, giving half-hearted hellos to the people I knew as I craned my neck, peering through the crowd. I needed some moral support in this, and I knew the perfect vampire for the job, so…

Where the hell was Kyle?

Kyle's POV

I expected Alice to rip my throat out when she realized I hadn't told Shay. I was also going through my head on 'how to be a better, "horrible" flirt' with Shay. I saw the tension flash in her eyes; she felt the same too. Was that supposed to make me happy? Guilty? Mad? I wasn't sure but I felt...I guess, happy.

Another thought went through me: she's, what, sixteen? I'm nineteen. Isn't that- but then I stopped myself and thought: she's been alive as a vampire longer than I have. I think Edward said between thirty and thirty-five years now. That thought only made me smile when I saw Alice and Shay dart off into her bedroom.

I threw myself onto a chair, grinning happily.

I expected all the girls besides the Volturi- I mean, Shay's friends around. Who cares where they were? Not me; I merely was in a bliss. I remembered Shay's cool skin, the agonizing seconds when my lips almost brushed her skin when I forced down the monstrous and probably still hormonal nineteen year old vampire that wanted to yank her head and crash her lips into mine. To let her body engulf into…

Edward cleared his throat and like a light switch I changed my thoughts to…kittens? He started laughing.

"Distracted?" he asked but I heard the warning tone in his voice. She's mine I thought blissfully. She agrees to do that she's all mine. Mine. Mine. Mineee.

"Yes, well, you better behave till then," he warned. I nodded, smirking slightly. Emmett's perverted style wore off on me but also the generation I came from and the ones I grew up with thought things like that. Err, imagined-

"Enough!" Edward snapped, narrowing his eyes angrily. I started to whistle a tune. Then Jasper came in.

"Where's-oh, hi Kyle."

It's unlike Jasper not to smell anyone of us right away. Very…un-Jasper-y. Emmett came in, standing behind me and very intimidating. I gulped and bended my neck backwards, looking up at him upside down. I cocked my head curiously, releasing they're cornering me and pulled myself upright in the chair.

Great. What are they up too? Before I could get up and race away, not exactly excited to find out the answer, Edward swooped up and grabbed one arm. Emmett grabbed the other and they held me. Jasper smirked and they raced downstairs; they raised me above the floor only by inches and it irritated the hell out of me. I growled and kicked like a little kid being carried by his older brothers.

That's exactly what was happening. They threw me on the couch and Jasper spun around, locking the lock.

"What are you three doing? Kidnapping me? Going to get your own with me-"

"Okay, enough with the sick thoughts. I have enough coming from…everyone else." Edward hesitated to say anything else. I frowned but didn't have the chance to ask any questions.

"Okay, it's Shay's birthday party." Duh.

"It's like three months late," I corrected. Emmett pursed his lips and gave a cheeky smile.

"No duh! But anyways, with the help of her friends, we've thrown-"

"Emmett, Alice told her. Look, they're dressing her up there and you've got to match."

I stared at them, dumbfounded. I expected Jasper to avoid any fashion-y thing since Alice seemed to attack anyone, mate, brother, sister or parent, with her fashion crazed obsession. I expected him to help me leave before he forces me into something else. I already dealt with Alice's sticky, snotty-looking clothing. I preferred loose, graphic tees or nice, tight tank tops where I didn't feel so bad about flaunting off my body.

I glanced at my closet, thinking of my flannels. Edward shook his head, smiling like he was getting back at me for a prank. I glanced at each of them, truly debating whether or not to fight my way through. Suddenly, it hit me like a gust of wind. Oh god. I've got to dress up.

"No," I said. "No. No. Nope. Zilch. Natta. Not going to happen! I'm- you touch me at all, I'm going to rip your throat out!" Emmett was coming near me and he only smirked before he latched onto my legs to the floor. I let out a nasty snarl.

"Jackass!" I snarled at him. He laughed and said, "Pull 'em out Jazz!"

Jasper rolled his eyes at his "cute" nickname and snuck into my closet. I growled, rumbling like a thunderstorm at him, Em, and Edward who was guarding the door. God, if Carlisle walked through the door right now that is what will tip me in. That is when I'll loose it-

I smelled his scent. I struggled. "No!" A hand muffled my mouth and I licked Edward's hand, making him slap me lightly.

"Calm down! It'll make Shayla happy!"

"Put your damn hand near my mouth again, I will have to kill you! And lick it again!" Edward only laughed. I made a face, spitting in the other direction. I just licked Edward's hand; never again was I going to do that unless I'm completely and totally desperate.

Carlisle walked in, dressed as some sort of king. I rolled my eyes. I was never the one for costumes but…hey, it'll make Shay happy. God, I hope.

Later on, moments before the guys were going to throw me into the death pit… I mean, Shay's party, I decided to give them a heads-up I promised to keep.

"You better start running as soon as this party, cause as soon as I'm free from Shay or this forsaken party, your lives are in danger. I mean it," I snarled at them.

I could smell the fake fog, see it too, and heard music of Shay's choice, obviously. Luckily, she and I shared similar tastes. I stuck my tongue out at them, like the little boy I was and then dared to step out into the party. What am I doing? Nothing that I thought was exactly reasonable. But- oh yeah. It's for Shayla; I'd do anything to make Shayla happy.

Shayla's POV

I would never pull the trigger
But I've cried wolf a thousand times
I wish you could
Feel as bad as I do
I have lost my mindIt's all your fault
You called me beautiful
You turned me out
And now I can't turn back
I hold (I hold) my breath (my breath)
Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air (running out of air)
And it's not fair!

I sang along to the music as I danced around the crowd, while being dragged along by Maddy and Tiff. Jessie was off flirting with the wolves, surprisingly, the smell didn't bother her. I chuckled at this thought while I nodded my head and swayed my body in time to the song, It's All Your Fault, by the one and only, Pink.

I needed to get away from my friends to go found my boy, Kyle. "Oi, I need to find Kyle," I hissed to Maddy, who was dressed up as a fairy. She stared at me for a second before she glanced at Tiff (She was dressed up as Zero-Suit-Samus, from the Metroid Prime video game) as if to confirm that it was okay for me to do so. Tiff nodded at her before they both released my hands.

"Okay," Maddy replied warily. "But don't run off with him or I'll have my body guards after you!"

I rolled my eyes in response, but still eyed Theo and Jessie nervously who were standing by the doors to deter me from fleeing, just as the song changed. Another favourite song of mine, Your Love Is My Drug by Ke$ha, came on. I wandered around the crowd before I saw Edward come down the stairs.

"Edward!" I called as I darted over to him. "Have you seen Kyle? I have been looking everywhere for him!"

Edward chuckled. "He's kind of pissed off," he admitted. "We got him a costume, one that goes well with yours." He laughed again as I noticed his costume. He was dressed up as a knight, with the plastic armour on his forearms, shoulders and chest, as well as a fake helmet. He wore jeans and a grey tank top everywhere else, and he even swung a fake sword from one hand while he had a shield in the other, somewhat attached to his arm.

I groaned at my brother. "You better not have humiliated him, Edward."

"No, he's fine with it. I think he kind of liked it." A hiss echoed down the stairs then and he, Edward, tilted his head towards the staircase. "He's right up there. He'll be down once you turn around. He wants to surprise you."

I nodded to my brother before I turned my back on the stairs. Edward walked away into the small crowd in front of us, most likely to find Bella, just as I heard Kyle curse under his breath upstairs. A few steps with his bare feet on the first landing before he ran at a sprint down. He stopped behind me and walked toward me, his scent washing over me. I should have turned around, but I didn't.

Suddenly, darkness. Someone had covered my eyes. I gave a yelp and spun around just as they removed their hands and laughed.

And there stood Kyle, my gorgeous, beautiful, stunning Kyle. "Guess who?" he teased.

He was dressed in baggy white pants with a golden belt, a purple vest with no shirt underneath which sowed off his bare chest and stomach, a tiny red fez on his head, and to top it all off, he was barefoot like me. He was dressed nearly exactly like Aladdin, from the 1992 animated Disney film.

I laughed at him. It was happy sound, not a teasing sound and he laughed along with me. "Where's your lamp and genie?" I joked as he entwined his fingers in mine as he came in closer to me. Our faces were inches apart as he bent down to whisper in my ear.

"You're my little genie Shay, I want my three wishes," he whispered huskily in my ear before he straightened up and grinned.

"Alright my little street-rat, let's go dance," I laughed as I dragged him to the throng of vampires. I begin moving in time to the music and did my best to help Kyle do so. He might be a good singer but he was a terrible dancer!

"Whoo, go girl, sing for us Shayla!" Emmett boomed over the crowd as he turned up the music as it got close to the chorus of Your Love Is My Drug. That's what Kyle was, my heroin. I doubted I could live another day if he wasn't by my side. His love was my drug and I was hooked on it.

So I got a question;
Do you want to have a summer party in my basement?
Do I make your heart beat like a native drum?
Is my love, your drug?
(Huh) Your drug? (Huh) your drug? (Huh) your drug?
Is my love, your drug?

I didn't notice Kyle was singing along with me until I stopped and let his voice take over. And when I heard what it sounded like, I stared at him in amazement, and I let his angelic voice fill my ears.

If his voice was an angel's call, his singing must have been bestowed to him by God himself for it was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. Words failed to describe it. It was silky-smooth, like soft velvet, like a guardian angel's, like the Holy Lord's itself. If I wanted to die, that's what I wanted to hear before I departed the earth, because even the angel's songs in heaven would be nothing compared to it. I couldn't think of word's to describe it so instead, I just gaped at him.

He noticed my staring and stopped his singing. He gazed at me curious before I forced my mouth shut and looked up appreciatively. "Your love is my drug Shayla," he murmured to me. "Never, ever, ever forget that. I love you."

"I love you too," I murmured. "Kyle, your singing, its amazing! Words fail to describe it; I can't find anything to compare to it, except, maybe an angel." I gazed up at him again before I began to flirt again. "Are you an angel? Because heaven called."

His hands went to my shoulders as a slow song started to come on. A Deltra Goodrem song, We Are One. I glanced up at Emmett who winked before he left the twins to man the DJ stack. Several couples had taken to the dance floor around us including Bella and Edward, Jasper and Alice (she was standing on his feet), Rosalie and Emmett, Sam and Emily, Paul and Rachel, Quil and little Claire, Jared and Kim, Matt and Maddy, Theo and Tiff and finally Jacob and Renesmee, which Edward was no too happy about, as Nahual stood on the edges with Carlisle, Esme, and the rest of the South American coven.

Kyle offered me his hand. "Shall we?" I took it and he led me to the middle of the now widely vacated dance floor.

He wrapped his arms around my waist as I locked mine around his neck. He was so tall. He noticed and chuckled lightly before he lifted me up onto his bare feet. It wouldn't hurt him, I knew that.

As we circled around the room, we remained silent while we stared deep into each other's eyes. He was truly my mate and mine, all mine, and no one could stop me from loving him.

He leant his forehead down and rested against mine as he began to speak. "You have no idea how much I love you Shay."

I scoffed almost-silently. "You have got to be kidding. I love you more then you realize Kyle, I absolutely adore you. You are the love my life, boy."

He chuckled as I felt his cool breath on my face. "As you are mine Shayla, as you are mine."