Since I only live a few hours from New Orleans and absolutely love the city, I just had to have some fun with it. In this chapter the family is going to hit up Bourbon Street. What kind of trouble will the Cullens find in an area loaded with clubs, music, boobs, strip clubs, and the occasional gay bar? Read on to find out…

Chapter 8 - Laissez les bons temps rouler

AbPOV

When Alice's eyes went blank, I hopped into Edward's mind to see what she was seeing. I was shocked to say the least.

"What…when…how?" I attempted to ask a coherent question but I had too many running through my mind to focus on any one. Alice took pity on my rattled brain.

"It's definitely Volterra," she said. "As to when, I'm not really sure. And for as to how, my best guess is that something must have just happened to push the attack. What it is, I don't know. It could be just that we are now all involved. I can't speak for the rest of the family, but I will help in whatever capacity I can."

"That goes for me too," Jasper said.

Carlisle stood up. "While I don't like violence, there is no doubt that the Volturi are a threat to me and my family. That includes you Abigail, as well as Demetri now. You are Edward's sister and I can tell that you are a good person. I may not know this new side of Demetri, but I feel as though I can trust your judgment. If you love him, then he must be deserving of it. I hope you will accept all of us as your family."

If I could have cried, right then I would have. "I already think of you as family. With everything you have done for Edward, and the willingness to throw yourselves into my cause, how could I possible not accept?"

Carlisle nodded at me and sat back down. Bella, Esme, Rosalie, and Reneesme nodded in my direction. That was enough for me to understand that they were in this as well.

Suddenly, Jasper and Emmett starting bombarding me with tons of rapid fire questions about the plan to bring down the Volturi.

I cut them off with a wave of my hand. "Gerald will be better able to answer all your questions. He will be back tomorrow morning. I'm supposed to pick him up from the airport at 8am. It's sunny here usually, so if he takes a cab…bad juju. You know what I mean."

"It's not sunny today," Alice said.

"No…." I said. Why should that matter?

"Do you have any plans for today and tonight, Abigail?"

"No…"

Suddenly, Alice jumped up and grabbed my arm. As she started dragging me toward the door, she called for the rest of the girls. "Come on ladies. We are going shopping! I want to go out tonight and we should look good while doing it."

Rosalie and Reneesme jumped up and ran to us. Reneesme had gotten up so fast that her poor sleeping husband toppled to the floor with a thud.

"Huh…what's going on here?" he mumbled.

"I'll fill you in after the girls go," Edward said.

Jake nodded his head and got up on the couch.

Bella and Esme came to the door at a much more sedate pace. We split up into two groups and climbed into the cars. Bella, Reneesme, and I got into my Vantage, while Alice, Rosalie, and Esme got into a sleek, yellow, Porsche 911 Turbo. Nice, I thought to myself.

We whipped out of the driveway and I led the way to the mall.

10 hours later

Okay I have to admit, we look good. We had each picked out outfits that were sexy without anyone being uncomfortable. Some like Bella's and Esme's were a bit on the conservative side, but still looked good. I think Rosalie was looked to give a few guys heart attacks. (A/N: see profile for everyone's outfit)

We went down stairs to the guys. As everyone went to there respective mate, I couldn't help the twinge of pain that went through me at being the odd one out. The only one's who noticed, thankfully, were Edward and Jasper. Jasper sent me a wave of love and acceptance and I nodded a discreet thank you. Edward gave Bella a quick kiss and came over to me.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"I will be. If Alice is right, I will see Demetri soon." Neither of us commented on the fact that our fate in the vision didn't look too good. I refused to dwell on it. We didn't know anything about who it was or what the outcome would be. I just concentrated on the fact that I was with Demetri in the vision.

"Well, let's go!" I said.

It took three vehicles for us all to fit and we made a little train to the French Quarter. I decided to take advantage of the valet parking at the Sheraton. The valet guy was unable to keep his jaw in place when we pulled in. I guess it's not every day that an Aston Martin pulls in, followed by a Porsche, and followed by a Mercedes. His facial expression didn't get any more composed when he watched eleven inhumanly people pile out of the cars.

I tipped the poor guy handsomely and led the way down Canal to Bourbon.

"So were do you guys want to go?" I asked.

They looked around at each other for a moment before Edward finally spoke up. "Why don't we go wherever you usually go?"

I smiled. I knew just were to go. Actually, it was ironic as hell that it was my favorite club. I started to walk toward Toulouse.

After a few blocks, a busty red head ran up to Carlisle and lifted her shirt revealing her obviously silicone enhanced breast. To my humor, Carlisle ran behind Esme and tried to hide behind her. Jasper, Jacob, and Edward looked shocked and then like good little gentlemen, looked away. Emmett on the other hand, just looked at the red head's boobs with wide eyes.

As the woman pull her top back down and ran off, Rosalie smacked her husband upside the head. If it weren't for all the load music floating out of the various establishments, the sound of thunder wouldn't have been head clear down to Café du Monde.

I shook my head at comical display and continued on my way. A few minutes later, I led the group into The Dungeon. Heavy Metal played out of the jukebox up against the wall and a few goths were shooting pool to the left. To the right, there were about a dozen people drinking drinks. Most were goths or punks, but there was one couple who obviously had wandered in here by accident.

Edward came up next to me. "You hang out here?"

"Yep, ironic as hell, isn't it."

Everyone just nodded.

"I get a kick out of this place," I said. "Plus, I like the music. A lot of places like to play hip hop and crap these days which I don't like. I have a strange preference for the heavier stuff. Come on, I want to go dance."

"I don't see a dance floor," Rosalie said.

"Follow me," I replied.

I walked past the bar to a door you could barely see. Outside that door was a courtyard where a few people milled around. Diagonally across the courtyard was another door that led into the main bar. I walked straight through both and up the stairs in the back. Upstairs was the dance floor and the Venus bar.

"Wow," Bella said. "This place is huge."

"I know. It's a bit deceptive when you first enter."

We spent a few hours dancing before we got bored and headed back out to Bourbon. We walked for a bit before Rosalie asked where Emmett went. I looked around till I spotted him going into a club with pounding techno music.

I started laughing hysterically. This set off poor Jasper who didn't even know what was so funny, followed by Edward who pulled the information from my mind.

"That's a gay bar!" I shouted. That got everyone else laughing.

"Let's just stand over here and wait for him. This outta be good."

After about five minutes, Emmett came running back out of the Bourbon Pub and Parade. Oddly enough, he was grinning like an idiot. "Come on guys," he said. "They have an awesome dance floor upstairs."

I just had to ask. "Emmett, weren't you at all concerned about the fact that there were guys dancing on the bar in tighty whiteys?"

"Sure, at first. But I told them I was straight and they were really cool about it. Then, they showed me this light show they have on the dance floor." He turned around then and headed back inside. I followed; it wasn't the first time I had been in here. Gerald was gay after all.

At that thought, Edward gave me a funny look. I was about to let him have a piece of my mind before he explained.

"I just realized that I may Gerald before, briefly. We crossed paths once back in the forties when I was going threw my 'little playing God' stage."

"Oh, sorry."

We all entered the club and danced the rest of the night away with Emmett and a few half naked men.

Okay, I know, I'm not that funny. I just wanted to play on Bourbon Street. Crap will hit the fan in the next chapter. Please review.