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Chapter Fifteen

The Club

Gatlinburg – 1933

I breathed deeply as I messed with one of the curls Bridget had done for me. Once again, she had loaned me a dress. I told her it wasn't necessary, but she insisted on doing it. Work at the diner had been good for the last month, so I would have to bite the bullet and go clothes shopping soon. I was sure Bridget would be more than happy to take me. She seemed like the feminine type.

"Alexandria!" She scolded me as she walked back into the room with a soft looking shawl. "Stop messin' with your hair! Emmett will be here any minute!"

"This is stupid, I wasn't built for fancy restaurants and high-class dates with well-bred men." I frowned into the mirror before turning to her. Her hands flew to her hips, framing her large belly.

"Don't you dare talk like that! Emmett is my brother, and I know 'em better than anyone. He's absolutely crazy about you!" She placed the shawl around my shoulders. "He wouldn't care if you were raised by wolves!"

I bit back a laugh as a knock sounded from downstairs. "That's him…" I breathed, trying to calm down my racing heart.

"I'll let him in. You count to ten and come down."

Present Day

"You okay over there?" I blinked as Emmett's voice snapped me out of the memory. I looked around to find that we were already at the club. I guess I had been day dreaming longer than I thought.

"Yeah… I was just remembering our first date."

He frowned lightly. "I don't remember that one… Will you tell me about it?"

I would have loved nothing more than to spend the night talking with Emmett about the past, but we had work to do. "Maybe some other time. The others are already inside."

The second I stepped out of Emmett's Jeep, I was assaulted by the stench of leech. Oh yeah, she was close. The thumping of the club's base cut off my sense of hearing, but I was picking up at least a dozen scents. I had prepared to stand in the long line, but Emmett's large hand dropped to my waist and steered me to the front.

"Don't look so tense." He mumbled as I concentrated on nothing but the feel of his hand on me. "You're supposed to be my date, not my next victim." I laughed lightly as the bouncer took one look at us before moving the velvet rope.

Inside the club was nearly deafening. I tried to look for the others, but couldn't see past the mob of human's in front of me. I could just make out the scents under all the adrenaline and lust. Emmett's hand on my waist guided me towards the middle of the floor. I would have preferred to stay along the walls, but I supposed the point was to blend in.

"Alright, alright, that wasn't bad!" An MC called from the stage. I could just make him out over the heads of the taller club-goers. "Next, we have double trouble. A pair of twins singing 'Shut up and Dance'. You better cross your legs, ladies. These two just might make those panties drop!"

"Please tell me it's not-" Before I could finish my sentence, James and Matt took the stage with wide matching smiles. "Son of a bitch." I groaned. They were supposed to be laying low! Beside me, Emmett laughed deeply as they began to sing.

"Oh don't you dare look back. Just keep your eyes on me."

"I said, you're holding back. She said,"

"Shut up and dance with me!"

I rolled my eyes as James winked towards one of the women in the front row. Matt walked over to the far edge of the stage, seemingly staring at the wall for a moment before switching with James.

The anger left me as Emmett's large hand glided from my hip to my stomach. My breath caught as his large fingers spread out, making chills run all over my body. Pulling me back against his rock-hard chest, he dropped his lips by my ear. "You're tense… Relax." His whisper was enough to instantly charge my body with lust.

"This woman is my destiny"

"She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo"

"Shut up and dance with me."

Emmett began to move against me, his hand forcing my body to rock against his. I closed my eyes at the feeling of him. "Do you dance yet?" His whisper was still husky, but there was a playful edge to it now. With a smirk, I turned pressing my chest against his.

"You have no idea," I growled, my hands moving up his stomach to grasp his shoulders.

Emmett wedged a leg between mine so that I was practically grinding myself against him. His deep eyes locked on mine as the hand that wasn't around my waist moved to my thigh. His cold fingers traveled lightly over the skin, teasing the hem line of the dress. My fingers twisted to hold the collar of his jacket, pulling him so that our faces were inches apart. My breath came in gasps at the feeling of being surrounded by him. His touch, his gaze, his scent… It was all so intense.

"We were victims of the night,
The chemical, physical, kryptonite-"

"Helpless to the bass and the fading light
Oh, we were bound to get together,
Bound to get together."

His fingers moved, ducking under the edge of my dress to cup my ass. By now, I knew he could smell my arousal. I would have minded if I couldn't feel his against my leg. His other hand pulled me more into him as his face went to my neck. I felt his lips brush the heated skin there; not quite a kiss, but far from accidental. I growled as he kneaded my backside. His icy tongue darted out to catch a bead of sweat that was heading towards my collarbone, all the time his hips moved with mine.

"She took my arm,
I don't know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said-"

I tried to shake the feeling of him, knowing that his mate was somewhere nearby, probably watching us and plotting my death. "Emmett-" I gasped his name as my hands ran through his hair on their own. "We can't… Rosalie…"

I felt his breath fan across my neck before he pulled back with heavy eyes. He looked somewhere between crying and yelling. "I know… I just can't seem to help myself around you. I may not remember you, but my body sure as hell does." I laughed as our dancing slowed. I nearly blushed as I fixed my dress, licking my suddenly dry lips. "Let's get some air, maybe check out the surrounding buildings."

He grabbed my hand and led me out a side entrance that ended up being the way into the alley. There were a few smokers out here, but they headed inside once they saw us. With the cold air clearing my head, I had the chance to be thoroughly mortified about what I had almost done in the middle of a dance floor. Emmett seemed collected though, his eyes darting around between the adjacent buildings.

"The windows are too high." I mumbled to myself as I looked up at them. "That's what they were doing!" I smiled as I turned back to look at the club that had the windows in the exact same place. It must have been a warehouse at one point.

"Who was doing what?"

"Matt and James. They were using the stage to see out of the windows and into the other buildings. It was the only place in the club that would be tall enough." I smiled at their thinking. "It's why they took turns standing on the far edge of the stage." Clever boys.

"Smart… Now we just have to hope they saw something."

A few hours later, we all met at the Cullen house. Emmett and I were the second ones there, after Rosalie and Ty. Judging by the discussed look she gave us, I would say she saw everything. Emmett opened his mouth to speak and she took off. I could hear her door slam followed by a sigh from Emmett who gave me a sad smile before following her.

"Eventful night?" Ty asked with a smile as he bit into an apple.

"Not another word."

It turns out that I was right about James and Matt's little plan. The best part? It had worked. They caught sight of a couple of dozen vamps fighting in the warehouse next door. Jasper came to the conclusion that Victoria was building a newborn army. It was in no way good news, but at least now we knew she was coming. Jasper and Alice would spend the next few days trying to narrow down the window of attack and training us to deal with newborns. I had only come across one or two in my time, but this was unheard of.

When all was said and done, we left the Cullen house. Emmett and Rosalie had stayed upstairs, not that I could blame them. The little exchange between Emmett and myself had my wolf on edge. This imprint was taking longer than she would have liked. Forcing myself away from the house, I headed back with the others. I still had to kill Nicolas for those god damned shoes!

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