Some of you may have wondered why Garrett told Emmett that he needed to carry out this mission to rest in piece… ghosts are not above manipulation. Lol!

I know sororities aren't allowed to have parties with alcohol at their houses so just humor me here. This chapter is fluff with an orange slice. This one is dedicated to Emma and Kris who threw a party in the cabin.

The Legend of Green Eyes

Chapter Fourteen—Halloween Party

My life is going way too good now. My dream guy is finally human, Carlisle is now secure in his humanity and there are no more ghosts to hassle me. Ahhh! Edward is also attending my sorority's annual Halloween fundraiser bash as my date. He's going to wear his soldier's uniform and I'm going to go as a Southern Belle. This is going to be so fun. Hee! I just hope I can keep my hands off him that night since he looks so good in uniform. The plan is to tell people (the ones who aren't in on his secret) that he's Carlisle's nephew who just moved from Knoxville (sort of true in a way) and that we met when I had an office appointment with Dr. Cullen and instantly hit it off. We will claim we bumped into each other as he was leaving his uncle's office and I was going in.

I don't know if it's coincidence, but Dr. Cullen has eased up on the homework. I guess less stress really does make a difference in a person. Regardless, his students are thankful and I'm no exception. Happy professor=happy students. Yippee!

I visit Mountain City Mercantile to buy a period dress and find a beautiful sea foam green hoop skirt outfit with a wide neckline that will work perfectly. I'll research a hairstyle from this era and have Alice help replicate it. I swear she's an encyclopedia of style.

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It is now the night of the party and Alice is dressed as a flapper in an off white fringed dress and headband with high heeled black maryjanes. She has her short hair done in pin-curls finishing off the look perfectly. Jasper is going to complement her in a zoot suit. I have no doubt he'll look totally hot in it. Rose wouldn't tell us what she and Emmett are going as and neither would Angela. Oh well. Half the fun of Halloween parties is being surprised at what everybody is wearing.

Alice begins to work on my hair with a curling iron. I warn her that my hair doesn't like to hold curl since it's so thick and heavy.

"Ali, I don't know why you're bothering. It's not going to hold."

"Have faith my child. Never doubt my prowess with anything fashion or beauty related," she says in a fake solemn voice and serious look on her face. I don't know what I'd ever do without her.

She proceeds to part my hair down the middle and do it in a half up style with my ringlets trailing down my back almost to my waist. She uses what appears to be industrial strength hairspray to preserve the curls. I'm actually amazed they've even lasted this long and we hear a knock on the door.

In the doorway stands a stunningly handsome Jasper complete with fedora, pin-stripes, and red tie. Alice will have to beat the sisters off with a stick.

"Hello ladies," he drawls sexily and tips his hat. Drool.

"Alice, you might want to take a baseball bat with you because the girls are going to be falling all over Jazz," I chuckle while pretending to fan myself as if I'm about to pass out over his hotness and then I gasp.

Right behind him stands my dazzling soldier in all his uniformed hotness. Jasper must have picked him up before heading to our dorm. He's standing tall and regal wearing a gray woolen frock coat with gold buttons and dark trim, gray kepi, black boots and black trousers that hint at nice legs underneath. He's absolutely dashing. He might need to take a stick with him to keep me from trying to remove his divine uniform. I swear that uniform could function as Viagra. Whew! I internally fan myself. This is my date!! Yippee! My inner goddess does a fist bump and high five.

"You look amazing," I utter out breathlessly, obviously ogling, and he looks back at me admiringly.

"Ma'am," he removes his hat and bows as he purrs in a seductive Southern accent. I'm going to pass out right now.

As I continue to just stare at him, he finally breaks me out of my reverie.

"Shall we?" He holds out his left arm for me and it feels so good to grasp onto him again. I snake my arm around his and we head to the sorority house in the cool night.

We approach the large white sorority house with ornate black railings a la New Orleans and hear music thumping loudly while people mill around on the porch and lawn socializing. We walk into the foyer and are greeted by Angela as Catwoman and beside her Ben as Batman. She's all sexy in a shiny black fake leather cat suit topped off with black ears and is channeling her inner Michelle Pfeiffer. She even traded her signature glasses for contacts tonight.

"Whoa! Ang! You look smokin'," I blurt and admire her confidence at wearing such an outfit. You must have an amazing body to pull this off and she certainly does.

She rolls her eyes, sighs and exasperatedly says, "Ben won't stop saying 'Here, kitty kitty.' I may have to claw his vocals cords out before the night is through. I've also been meowed at by a few drunken frat boys."

Ben quietly purrs in her ear while standing behind her. Then her eyes go wide as she registers who is standing beside me.

"Angela, I'd like you to meet Edward. Edward, this is Angela and her boyfriend Ben; Angela and Ben, this is Edward."

"Uh, nnnice to meet you Edward," she manages to mutter out as they shake hands.

"Likewise, ma'am."

He's lays it on thick like molasses. I hope there is someone here who knows CPR because I may need it before the night is done. He and Ben shake hands and exchange pleasantries. I didn't want to introduce him as my boyfriend since none of my friends out of my inner circle have met him and it would be weird to all of a sudden have this boyfriend when no one even knew you were dating somebody in the first place. We've also not officially declared our status which makes me a bit cautious.

"Have you seen Alice? She and Jasper should have gotten here a little bit before us."

"Yeah, they're back in the informal living room busting it out on the dance floor," she says with a giggle and points her black gloved finger towards the back of the house.

"I can't believe you used to live here," a velvet voice quietly mutters.

"Me neither," I chuckle out. "It's normally not quite so raucous, but living in a house with zillion girls sure can make things interesting and infuriating. Needless to say, there is a reason Alice and I live in the dorms this year. It's too much girly drama basically. It's also nice to get away and have a healthy distance from the girls. I love most of them, but too much of a good thing can grate on your nerves."

I sense that he's a bit tense so I head to where the bar is set up for the night. I know he's physically only 20, but he's been around over a century and deserves a drink.

"What would you like to drink?" I ask with my brows lifted in a questioning expression.

"Um, I don't know." He looks so cute and confused.

"Okay, don't sweat it. I'll order you a beer. I think all guys like beer although I can't stand it."

I stride to the bar and request a beer and appletini from the bartender. I laugh internally as I watch him make the green drink and a smile breaks across my face.

"What's that smile for?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just remembered something." Then the barkeep relinquishes the beer bottle.

"Here is your beer, sir." I hand over the dark brown bottle. "Let's toast to being alive and free!"

"To being alive and free," he agrees and we clink bottle to martini glass.

"Let's hunt down Jasper, Ali, Em and Rose."

I figure that he will be more comfortable with people he already knows. First and foremost, I want him to enjoy himself and let loose for once. He's been doomed for almost a century and a half and needs a wild night out. I want him to feel like the collage-aged boy he is.

We approach the dance floor and espy Alice and Emmett busting moves like something off of Dancing with the Stars. Those two always make it a point to dance together at parties. Since she's so little and he's so big, he loves to toss her around. Rosalie usually uses that time to take a bathroom break or laugh from the sidelines.

Edward's light green eyes are alight taking in the dancers, music and wild, colorful lights. We slurp down our drinks and make our way to the floor. Thankfully the DJ starts a slow song since I doubt he'd know how to dance modernly to a fast one.

I coo sultrily and hold my hand out, "Can I have this dance soldier?" He places his hand in mine and we saunter to the hardwood dance floor.

Ah. This is heaven. I close my eyes, lay my head on his chest and breathe him in. I could do this every day and not get bored. Too soon, the song ends and we make our way to our four friends, but not before giving him a firm hug.

"Dude! It's great to see you again," Emmett bellows and slaps Edward on the back. "Man, just don't let Lauren or Jessica see you. They've been on the prowl all night."

"Lauren? Jessica? Who are they?" He asks and lifts an auburn brow.

Rose answers his question. "They're two of our sisters who are notorious man eaters. Jessica is a skank mouse and Lauren is a Playboy bunny tonight. It's not too far off from their non-Halloween attire. I think they're the only ones here dressed like that so you should be able to run before they have a chance to accost you as long as you are vigilant." She throws her head back and laughs.

She's dressed as a sexy vampire with large bat wings, black high heel boots, and fishnet stockings, and Emmett is her counterpart as Dracula. He even put on fangs, and not the cheap plastic kind. He's hardcore about playing dress up. He truly is a little boy in a big man's body and that's one of the reasons we all love him. Em is one of a kind.

We dance to a few more slow songs and I take turns with Jazz and Em on the faster ones as Edward chats with Rose and Alice at the tables. The six of us then decide to hang on the back porch where it's quieter and we catch up easier.

We talk about nothing and everything. We hear how Rose and Em's wedding plans are going (they are getting married in June not long after they graduate—thankfully they will be staying in the area since Em's family is here and Rose prefers to distance herself a little from her socialite mom and grandmother), what Edward plans to do next, Alice's latest design project, and my applying to grad school. I chatter about on being nervous about taking the GRE and writing my application essay. I then look into his light green eyes and excuse myself to get another appletini for me and a beer for Edward. He seemed to enjoy the first one after all and seems to be handling it well.

When I head back with our drinks, I find poor Edward sandwiched between Lauren and Jessica. Ugh! I'm going to need therapy after this. Where did the others go? They don't notice me walk up and I hear them cooing to my date and they are noticeably trashed.

"You're hot. Where are you from? Come here often?" Jessica cackles at her own lame come-on and slurs as she rubs against his arm in a way that is supposed to be seductive, but just looks stupid.

"Ladies, I'm here with Bella. Please excuse me." He tries to extricate himself, but is unsuccessful. I can tell from his neck that he is blushing furiously.

Jessica's roomie and partner in crime is shimmying against his chest and blubbers out, "Have you ever been with two girls at once? I bet you have, you hot thing. We've got a room upstairs. If you don't want two at once, we can just take turns. I bet blah Bella isn't as adventurous as us. We could rock your world soldier. We support the troops. Do you want to play with my cotton-tail?"

I have to stop this now before I vomit. It's gone too far.

"Excuse me Skank One and Skank Two, but we're heading to the dance floor." I take poor Edward's hand with confidence and stride out with my shoulders squared and my head held high.

"A lady has never talked to me like that. Is that how they are now? You, Alice and Rose aren't that way," he huffs. "I'm never going to fit in this world." He wipes his brow and massages his left temple.

"First off, those two aren't ladies and second most girls aren't as bad as they are, but some can get pretty aggressive when stalking out their prey. The girls I'm close to aren't like that. Don't worry. You'll also get to know Angela a.k.a. Catwoman. She's another good friend and she's with Ben. Even if she did have the hots for you, she would be a lady about it." I can't help but snigger at the craziness of our situation. Of course women are helpless against this beautiful boy. I can't blame them.

We pace to the kitchen where Emmett is doing a keg stand and a crowd that includes Alice, Jasper and Rose are cheering him on. I can't believe they left Edward to fend for his lonesome to do a keg stand. Grrr!

"Go Emmett! Go Emmett! Go Emmett!" they cheer.

"How could y'all leave him alone?" My Southern accent is more pronounced when I'm angry. "I had to all but surgically remove crusty Lauren and nasty Jessica from his body."

Alice pipes up, "We weren't going to be gone long. Rose went to get another beer and people were doing keg stands. Before I knew it, Emmett was waiting his turn and we followed. Sorry." She's seriously pouting and I can't help but forgive her. She's the queen of puppy dog eyes.

"Woo hoo!" Emmett yells out and Rose giggles. This pair has apparently had too much to drink. "I'm king of the world! Woooo!"

Rose grabs the King of the World to mingle on the front lawn and we trail their drunken butts. We bump into Angela and Ben and he's visibly buzzed and has had a little too much sauce. Ben's not normally a drinker so it wouldn't take much to get to him.

"Here kitty kitty. Baby, you're so freakin' hot. You need to wear this every day. Meow!" He continues miscellaneous animal and cat sounds while nibbling on her ear.

He's kissing up and down her neck and his arms are around her waist running up and down her back. She tries to humor him with a smirk on her face.

"Ben, sweetie, I may need to cut you off." She giggles at him, but doesn't seem to mind him smooching on her too much. Those two are pretty affectionate even without the beer.

Jasper and Alice are cuddled up on the porch atop a chaise cooing and displaying some light PDA at the same time as Rose and Em go back inside to get their boogie on. I look around and Jessica and Lauren are nowhere to be seen so I excuse myself to take a potty break. Using the bathroom in this getup will be quite a challenge.

"Don't move. I'll be right back. If the skanks come back, just go and talk to Ali and Jazz or Ben and Ang."

"Don't worry, my lady. I'm sure I'll be fine," he responds and smiles crookedly. Swoon!

I lightly kiss him on the lips and it catches him by surprise. I wave and giggle as I amble to the bathroom. I assume he's not used to public smooching. I'm sure it wasn't done in his day.

Arggghh! Do these skanks have radar for when a guy is left alone? Once again, he's been victimized by skank central. I see red now. As I approach, I see Lauren grab his crotch! That's way over the line, even for them. They put the S in slut.

"You're packing some heavy artillery soldier," Lauren drunkenly murmurs.

"Back off! Leave him alone. He doesn't want herpes."

I look around and notice Ben, Ang, Alice and Jasper are nowhere in sight. Am I going to have to hire bodyguards for this poor guy? Sheesh! He's a female magnet, not that I can blame anyone, but, geez, don't molest the poor guy.

"Oh come on, Bella. Let the boy have some fun. Let him get some action from two of the hottest girls in school." Lauren then tosses her long blonde hair behind her shoulders.

"You're terrifying him, not turning him on. If you both had more than two brain cells, you'd figure it out. Come on, Edward. Let's get out of here. I just want to say bye to a few people."

"Alice and Jazz left soon after you went to the restroom. Ben and Angela also left. Sorry." His face is contrite and shrugs his shoulders.

"Okay, let's just get out of here. I'll apologize to Rose and Em later for ditching without saying bye." I'm just glad to get away from the madhouse.

We walk back to my dorm with me tucked under his arm for warmth. I open the door and to my surprise it's empty. Hmm? Where did Alice and Jasper go? They're probably making out or doing whatever back in his room. I don't really need to think about that. It's a visual I can live without.

With that thought, I'm all of a sudden nervous. I'm here alone with the hottest guy on the planet who is wearing a military uniform. I'm also a little warm from the appletinis. This is dangerous. Oh so dangerous.

Edward looks uncomfortable. In his day, a gentleman would never go to a lady's room alone and when he was here earlier, Ali and Jazz were additionally present. Then something else registers in his eyes. He looks to my eyes, to my lips, to my chest. My skin heats and turns pink. He slowly stalks towards me and he looks enormously feral. Is it getting hot in here?

His fingers lightly trace a trail of fire from my exposed shoulder, my collarbone, and up my neck. He pushes his hand up through my curls and grabs a fist full of dark locks and takes possession of my mouth.

Mmmm… we groan as we touch lips. Lips brush, suck and lick as we press our bodies tight together. One hand makes work of rubbing up and down his firm chest, and the other is lodged in his mop of auburn. I almost pass out as he licks down my neck, back up, and then kisses and nibbles my ears. Mmmm… If I could purr, I would so be doing that right now as I feel his hot breath behind my ear and his arm tightens around my torso.

I frantically slide his coat off and start unbuttoning his shirt. He seems to have been brought back to reality at my bold move.

"You probably shouldn't do that," his mouth says, but his eyes contradict his words as I slide his shirt off revealing a well defined chest. He makes no move to stop me and I'm ablaze with a mission.

My nails run up and down and he moans, especially when the tips linger at his waistband. I start placing wet kisses all across his chest, licking. I even take a moment to bite his nipple and he yelps out. Where is this coming from? I'm the prim and proper girl, not some sex kitten. This is going to get out of hand fast. I am aware of the proverbial angel and devil on each shoulder—shoulders that he is now sucking on. Kill me now!

He kicks off his boots, scoops me up and lays me on my bed. We kiss and taste each other's neck, jaws and ears and I graze my nails down his back making him break out in goose bumps. My fingertips slip just inside the waist of his pants teasing his lower back.

He growls at me, "You're playing with fire. I might not be able to stop, woman. You're driving me insane."

A hum is all I can offer in response. He ghosts his hands down the sides of my breasts and I push my chest into his. He takes that as an invitation and his thumbs now gently caress the sides of each one. In a flash, I turn us over so I'm on top and flash him a lust filled grin and get to work nibbling his neck and chest all the while running my nails up and down his exposed skin with a trail of soft kisses. I make my way to his belly button and lick in, out and around the dip and blow hot breath over it. He moans once more. I hesitantly unbutton the top button of his trousers and kiss a little lower, unable to control myself. This is the promised land.

"Bella, love, we've got to stop before we go too far. If you keep kissing me like that, I can't be responsible for my actions," he whispers out and I feel him growing beneath me.

"But I want you so bad," I whine. "I want to absorb every square inch of you. Taste every square inch," I hum into his abdomen.

He finally scoops me up, cradling me to his chest and I can't help but notice his eyes fixed on my breasts that are now being smushed up and out barely being contained by my corset and dress. His fingertips travel from my lips to my chest and stroke the tops of my breasts of their own volition while lingering. Stick a fork in me. I'm done.

"We need to get a hold of ourselves. We can't do this—not right now. It's how I was raised," he breathes out.

I grumble, resigned, knowing that he's right. I would regret rushing into something so important.

"Will you stay the night, though? Please? We'll just cuddle. I want to fall asleep and wakeup in your arms," I plead.

"Okay, sweetheart, but can you change into something a bit less tempting?"

"Okay. I'll be right back."

I march to the bathroom, wash my face, brush my teeth and put on a ratty yet form-fitting tee and shorts.

"Is this okay?" I twirl and pirouette on my way to the bed. "What are you going to sleep in?"

"I'll just stay in my pants. They're comfortable. I'm used to wearing them" he says with irony and removes his socks. His hands rest behind his head; no one should look so hot and appetizing. This guy is my kryptonite.

I slide under my comforter, curl into his body, and rest my head upon his chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart. I drift off as our legs tangle together.

I whisper out, "I love you" without thinking and fall into the best sleep of my life.

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AN: Check the Polyvore link (see profile) for the outfits for the party. I made Alice go as a flapper because the 1920s was around the time she was changed in canon & of course Em and Rose look great as vamps.

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