A/N: Thank you all for waiting for this:). Awesome trip in the wilderness, a couple bear encounters, but the guides all new what to do. I can't exactly claim the same here. Anyways, here's the Halloween party; enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Twilight Saga

It was October 31st today; I was sitting in the living room, sorting through the playlists on my iPod. My parents had already left for their two night trip to Seattle, trusting that I had arranged a sleepover with a friend, so it wasn't necessary to hide the evidence that a party would be occurring here tonight.

Packages of dry ice, a fog machine and two strobe lights littered the floor. As well as unopened packages of recyclable paper cups, and bottles of alcohol. The latter was courtesy of Ryan, whom I had asked to buy some. He had taken it upon himself to buy out close to the entire liquer store. I had rented the lighting effects and props in Seattle the previous weekend.

I had gotten up with the sun, and had a full schedule. Luckily today was a Pro-D day, so I had enough time to do everything. At the moment, I was figuring out which playlists to have blaring out of our new surround sound speakers, which had been conveniently placed around the house.

I wanted it to be slightly creepy – as it was a Halloween party, but also danceable. I decided to include Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails, Metallica, and lots of techno with underlying ghoulish sounds. With the trippy strobe lights, alcohol, fog which was programmed to fill the room every 20 minutes, and dry ice, I was pretty sure it would be effective.

For my costume, I had wanted something innocently slutty, and original. Thinking of horror movies that I had seen, I decided to literally be a clockwork orange. I began to cut out fabric, stitch it, paint it, and add the finishing touches. The result was an orange shaped dress, which was stuffed with balloons to appear round, which went from just under my armpits, to just below my butt, leaving the rest of me exposed: innocently slutty. The orange had a clock painted in black on the front, and when I would put my costume on I wanted it slightly creepier, so I would apply fake eyelashes and fangs.

It was almost six o'clock by now, so I put my costume in my room, threw on sweatpants and a cardigan, and put up the strobe lights.

Then I had to make a punch, which consisted of Smirnoff, ice, some horrifically bright pink soda pop, and fruit. Around the punch bowl I carefully placed the dry ice, ensuring that no one – even if they were wasted – would touch the toxic stuff.

I grabbed a bunch of shot glasses from the kitchen (my parents thought I used them to drink wheatgrass) and set them up with the rest of the booze on a table in the front living room. I had slightly rearranged the furniture to supply more room for dancing, and hidden any valuables in my parent's securely locked bedroom.

It was now 7:50, so I put on my full costume, and stood in front of my full length mirror. My eyes looked pretty bizarre with the super extended lashes, and my mouth even weirder with the fangs. My shoulders and neck were bare, so I applied a touch of highlighting bronzer on my collarbones that would be picked up eerily in the strobe lighting.

The balloons in my dress had unintentionally given me some unecessary cleavage. I smirked at that, imagining Edward's expression. My shaven and moisturized legs shone in the light from the setting sun, and my blonde hair shimmered slightly in the pins that secured it to my head.

I went downstairs, turned on the music, turned off the main lights, set up the strobe lights, and grabbed a beer. A rhyme I had learned as a 6th grader ran through my head then: "beer before liquor you've never been sicker, liquor before beer you're in the clear". Oh shit. My fear of a hangover was only increased, as I realized I hadn't eaten anything that day.

My worries were interrupted as the doorbell rang. I picked up my almost finished beer, and danced across the hall in my green sock clad feet.

It was Jessica, Angela, Lauren, Tyler, and Mike.

"Hey guys." I grinned, giving them a view of my fangs – they all took a step back. Ha.

Jessica was something furry with ears, as well as Lauren, and Angela was clad in a 20's flapper dress. Tyler and Mike were in matching suits and sunglasses. Good luck wearing those under a strobe light. None were very original, but I was pleased they were dressed up, so I gave them each a peck on the cheek and sat them around a table while distributing shot glasses.

I poured into each of the glasses some fireball, and placed a few PowerAde's on the table as a chase. I sat between Tyler and Mike. "Alright, let's get the awkward parts over with a lovely quaint game of I Never."

They murmured their consent – a bit hesitant in slight cases. "Who wants to start?" Asked Mike; a very reasonable question.

"I will" Volunteered Lauren. "I've never smoked weed."

I laughed lightly, and took a shot with Tyler. He shrugged and whispered to me that he did it the previous year with a guy named Austin.

Jessica was beside her, fiddling with her hands. "Um…okay, I've never kissed anyone in this group."

Once again Tyler and I took a shot. He blushed when everyone stared at us – I revealed my fangs in a grin.

I leaned across the table and gave Jessica a loud smooch. "Now you have, drink up." I said simply, handing her a shot. She quickly downed it, and took a sip of the PowerAde to hide her cough.

"Okay, I've never taken off my shirt in front of a guy." Angela who was next said, blushing.

Mike, Tyler, Lauren, and I each took a shot. "Lauren?" I gasped. She blushed and glanced at Tyler who was also looking awkward. I giggled.

"Okay." Mike said, sparing them from my inquisition. "I've never been kissed." Everyone took a shot - clearly Mike wanted some alcohol.

It was my turn then. "I've never sent a person a picture of me, or certain parts of me."

All except me took a shot, I was shocked. Apparently sext was in vogue here. Tyler was about to go, when the doorbell rang again. I stood up, albeit a bit drunkenly, and skipped unevenly to the door.

Another van full of students arrived, I recognized Ben, Austin and Eric, but the others were mostly 11 or 12th graders.

"Hello." I greeted them with my fangs, holding the door open wider for someone in a ridiculously oversized canary costume.

I gave the people in my reach each a peck on the cheek, showed them to the booze where I grabbed myself a cupful of the punch, and made my way to the make shift dance floor. The fog machine had just let out a gust of artificial fog, so it was eerie and exciting grinding and jumping around to the slightly themed music.

For the next couple of hours I could feel my mind going fuzzy, only remembering certain parts of the night. Like the time Angela picked me up off the floor where I had been making out with a table leg, or when I scared a group 8th graders into the kitchen as I tried to kiss them while sticking out my fangs. I kept helping myself to drinks whenever I noticed my head hurting, and that's where I was when Ryan found me.

"Hey babe" He said, leaning in and kissing me. He pulled back a bit sooner than usual – not before trying to fondle my balloon filled dress unsuccessfully.

"How come you have, ah, fangs?" He asked, wiping his mouth.

"Why not?" I asked, holding onto his shoulder to steady myself.

"Alex, you're quite drunk, right?" He asked, an odd tone in his voice that I didn't really notice in my state.

"Mhm…" I murmured.

"Okay, I have some pills that will make your head not hurt." He said pulling a Ziploc bag out of his pocket.

"K. Hey, why aren't you wearing a costume? You'll have to take off your clothes." I said, frowning.

He looked impatiently around him. "Whatever, I just came to check on you. Here take this." He put a circular pill with a design on it in my mouth, and handed me an open bottle of Bacardi to down it with.

"Alex, I have to go meet my friend. I'll call you sometime." He said, staring at me as my eyes wandered around the room, the fog was really quite neat, I tried to give myself a pat on the back, but Ryan took my hand and pulled me in for a rough kiss.

My fangs eventually got in the way, and he quickly gave my butt a squeeze and walked out the door. I was feeling quite unstable, so I walked to a quieter place of the house, and lay on my back, staring at the strobe effect on the ceiling. It was trippy, and I was really toast, so I took some deep breaths and closed my eyes.

I had never noticed how amazing the carpet felt. I couldn't control my mind or hands as they ran through the soft floor.

It was twenty minutes later when he came, I knew because the fog appeared again. "Is she sleeping?" He asked; his quiet voice just loud enough for me to distinguish it apart from the music.

I didn't open my eyes as I answered. "If I were I would ask you to join me, but I'm not, so I better greet you."

I heard a relaxed laugh that was also attractive, but not Edward's. The same voice said "I like her Edward; she's got a dirty mind."

"You're telling me?" Edward said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I opened my eyes slowly then, and staggered into a standing position. Edward was standing in front of me, looking amused and slightly freaked out in a vampire costume. Emmet Cullen was standing beside him, also in a vampire costume, but with bat wings on his back instead of the high collared Dracula like cloak Edward was wearing. They both looked dashing in black which contrasted their stark white skin.

Neither of them were wearing white make up, as they were so pale and, well, vampiric already.

Emmet and I grinned at each other. "Hey, you've got fangs as well! Want to see how they work together?" I asked, suggestively raising an eyebrow.

He laughed, obviously thinking I was joking. He must have changed his mind on that, because the next thing I was aware of was that I had leaned in and pressed my alcoholic tasting lips on his hard cold ones. He jumped back, and I heard Edward chuckle uneasily, next to me.

"Don't tell Rose that." Emmet told Edward, laughing as well, but now matching Edward's freaked out expression.

"Alright Edward, now it's your turn." I said, leaning in and pouting my red lips. He laughed lightly and sneakily stepped back.

"Aw fine." I said. "Maybe later, because those fangs suit you – I want you even more than usual."

He and Emmet shared a look as Emmet guffawed.

"Well, let's get some drinks in you sexy vampires." I said, leading them to the drink table.

I poured myself another cupful of punch, and offered them some. They each took a cup, but soon returned them to the table.

I heard the beginnings of "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails, and said "Let's dance!" to the guys, leading them to the floor. My head was so fuzzy that I had difficulty seeing, or thinking, but my body seemed to be doing all the work, dancing and talking and flirting.

A couple of the balloons in my dress had popped, so it was easier to dance now. I turned around so I was facing Edward, and despite his slight protests stood so our bodies would be touching if I didn't have a balloon filled dress. I swayed my hips from side to side, ran my hands through my hair and down my dress, and began to sing along to the suggestive lyrics while staring as intently as possible with glazed over eyes into Edward's dark topaz eyes.

I want to fuck you like an animal

I want to feel you from the inside

I want to fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

Edward was moving in sync to the music, but I could tell he was being careful to not get too close to me or anyone around him. He was so sexy; I wanted to jump him right then.

"Edward." I moaned drunkenly. "You're so amazing. I really want you badly. Like right now." I was spitting out random fragments of words, aware of an ominous feeling in my stomach, rising up my throat. "Shit."

I ducked under a couple dancing with their mouths, and tripped on a littered cup, landing on my front on the ground. For a moment I forgot about my queasiness. Even when I was wasted I never felt this odd, or out of control.

"Emmet." I heard a voice above me mutter as a pair of cold hands gently picked me up. Suddenly Emmet appeared beside my carrier – Edward of course.

"She's really far gone. And I think she's going to vomit again." He said, climbing up the stairs and down the hallway, into my bedroom, and finally arriving in my ensuite bathroom. Vomit again? Had I vomited then? I couldn't remember when then was.

Edward gently laid me on the ground, and brushed my bangs out of my face. I was pretty sure my whole hairdo had fallen out, as I felt no pins digging into my head – not that I could feel much.

The two Cullen's heads were swimming above me, they were so gorgeous. "You two are just so sexy. I'm totally fine with threesomes, and you're adopted, so it doesn't matter…" My voice trailed off as I hallucinated a cartoon program on the ceiling. Alcohol didn't do this – what pill had Ryan given me?

"I like this one Edward, she's not very shy." Edward grunted at Emmet's comment, looking at my eyes.

I grinned back at him. "Edward…mmm…even you're name is sexy. Don't you want to hear me say it? Don't you want to make me say it?" I felt the rebelling alcohol rise up again, and quickly sat up, leaning into the toilet seat as I regurgitated my innards.

I felt Edward hold up my hair, and once I was done he passed me a damp face cloth. "And, I'm not only attracted to you because you're hot. You're also really sweet. Like most most er most guys I know would take advantage of me now, instead of helping." A few past situations flashed threw my mind then, I felt rather than heard Edward make a growling noise. Even that made me hot for him.

"I doubt many guys would want to take advantage of you if you would just pass out on them and vomit." Emmet pointed out with a laugh.

"And you too." I said, turning to smile at him, and then vomiting once more into the toilet. When I was done I continued my sentence. "You seem so easy going and laughteryness. I like that. But, sorry, Edward is the one that really makes me wet."

Emmet roared with laughter, while Edward grimaced, and held up my hair again. "I really really want you Edward, like I've never wanted anyone before. Please, do whatever you want with me, except ignore me." I begged, my vision going fuzzy as a ringing sounded in my eyes. I groaned, blew Edward a kiss, then suddenly everything turned black, and I lost consciousness.

Edward Point of View

I turned Alex on her side, so if she vomited again she wouldn't choke on it. I had been grimacing as she practically declared herself to me, while Emmet on the hand had been shaking with laughter, his mind already full of thoughts of telling the rest of our family.

"Do you think she'll be alright?" I asked Emmet. Neither of us had much experience with teen drinking.

Emmet shrugged. "Maybe call Carlisle."

I nodded and pulled out my cell phone and pressed the speed dial button.

"Hi Edward, is everything alright?" Carlisle said as he answered on the first ring.

"It's okay. But Alex er, drank a lot, and was vomiting and just passed out." I explained in a rush.

"Oh, you have her on her side, right?" He said immediately.

"Yes, of course. Do you think she needs to get her stomach pumped or anything?" I asked, wiping her golden hair away from her pale face. It was very beautiful.

"I doubt it, she'll probably regain consciousness quicker if she's away from the smell of the vomit, so clean it up and get her in clean clothes." Carlisle explained, as I heard Emmet's mind wander to images of getting Alex in clothes. I growled quietly.

"Thanks, Carlisle. I'll come home once I think she'll be okay." I said, throwing some paper towel and cloths at Emmet to clean up anything I had missed.

I put away my phone, and gently picked up Alex, carrying her into her bright yellow bedroom. It suited her. I placed her on her bed, and walked over to her closet, Emmet in tow, looking curious.

I grabbed her rather revealing make shift pajamas which I had seen on some of my stalker occasions, and placed them next to her body. Now was the awkward part, I'm sure if Emmet and I could blush we would be doing so right now.

"We should take out the balloons first" Emmet thought, I nodded and we proceeded to do so, our hands occasionally touching places they shouldn't have been – accidentally of course.

"Okay, now the dress." I said; my hands and voice shaking slightly. Grow up Edward, you're a vampire, you can handle undressing a random high school girl. But I knew she wasn't a random high school girl, she was the random high school girl.

I quickly took off the ridiculous but admittedly original orange dress, and set it aside. We both gaped at her body for a few inappropriate minutes. Her neck ran uninterrupted down to her shoulders and long willowy, but muscular arms, her defined collarbones were set above her breasts which were partially obscured in a strapless turquoise bra.

I suppressed a groan, and I saw Emmet rocking back and forth on his heels, feeling guilty and trying to suppress the images, thinking of Rosalie.

Her ribs rose and fell with her steady quiet breath, slightly too close to the surface to be healthy, but attractive as they ran down to her navel. Even lying down I could see she had muscles there – probably the sought after six pack that so many girls tried weight loss programs for in vain. Her hip bones stuck out above her green low cut, and rather small underwear, I quickly passed my eyes over that area and to her thighs as an odd feeling made itself known in the pit of my stomach. Her legs were better than most gangly model's legs. They were very long and defined – no doubt from the hours of dance she did every week. I remembered times of sitting in Art class, listening as she thought of how much pain she was in from pulling muscles, or being sore from stretching. How I had yearned to help her, all the while unsure how to. And then she would catch my staring, and make a suggestive comment, or unintentionally loud fantasy, and I would lose control.

"Er, Ed, maybe we should dress her." Emmet said, breaking my thoughts.

I nodded, and pulled on her shorts, quickly removing my hands as they itched to touch places they shouldn't. I then pulled her large t-shirt over her head, and adjusted it.

She groaned slightly, her eyes blinking rapidly, and then finally staying open, still glazed over. She put her hand on her stomach, and before the thought entered her head I had rushed her in the bathroom, doubting I could prevent my wandering hands if I had to dress her again.

She was sick quickly in the toilet, as I held back her hair and flushed the toilet. She giggled when she saw me, bared her fangs, and shut her eyes.

"Are you going to pass out again?" I asked, anxious.

"No, I'm sleeping. Whatever Ryan gave me is weirding me out." Her mind held an image of a round pill with a design on it – ecstasy. I suppressed a growl. I was sure this was the same Ryan who had nearly taken her at Jason Smearth's party.

I heard someone's thoughts downstairs, matching mine almost perfectly, and stood quickly, washing my hands in the basin.

"Em, will you watch her for a moment?" I asked.

He agreed in his head, and I walked downstairs, searching for the person who had been thinking about giving Alex ecstasy. I found him smoking a cigarette by the drinks, flirting with a girl who looked around 12 years old. He looked around 23. I growled, and approached him.

I turned to the side and pretended to get myself a drink, while leaning in and growling in his ear. "If you give Alex anything like that ever again, your body will be so beyond repair it would be easier to snort than the cocaine you do weekly."

He stared at me blankly. I bared my teeth and hissed, realizing the fangs would make it even more obvious of what I actually was. He took a step back and removed his hand from the young girl's thigh. "Hey man, I was just fooling around."

"And if you ever fool around like that again you'll regret it." I sneered. I turned away and raced back up to Alex.

"She's gone to sleep". Emmet thought, eyeing me as I bent down to stroke her face.

"You should go home, I'll stay with her." I instructed him. He nodded, and jumped out the window.

She was beautiful; I had to admit, even curled up around the toilet looking tired and sick. I knew she wouldn't ignore me, even if I did my best to pretend she didn't exist. She wasn't shy like other people that had tried to find their way into our exclusive lives, she was rebellious, and outgoing, and beautiful, and fit, and too observant.

I was used to the observant ones who detected something different in my family to be the quiet, thoughtful ones – unlike her. I watched her in her dreamless sleep, occasionally shifting her head to a more comfortable position on the tile floor.

Finally she woke up, her mischievous green eyes still glazed, but a bit clearer, albeit more tired.

"Edward?" She muttered trying to sit up. "I'm not going to vomit again, I feel b-b-b-better." She yawned on the last word, and fought her closing eyelids with a grin, her ridiculous fangs sticking out unevenly. "I think I'll go to bed, you can join me or go or whatever…"

I picked her up and carried her to her bed, folding back the covers and laying her underneath them, fighting the urge to lie down beside her. I settled by propping myself up on my elbow on top of the covers facing her radiant body.

She woke herself up a moment later and falling forward she uttered quietly, "Sorry." and was soon asleep.

As she said that, her sweet citrus scent rolled over me, my face basking in the pleasure of it. It was like no scent I had ever encountered before, instead of making me hungry to drain her, it made me hungry in different ways. I was intoxicated by it.

I could see in her mind a dream forming – I was in the centre of it, as usual. Her mind travelled to inappropriate places as always, and I found myself enjoying it rather than being repulsed.

I was much too attached to this human. What would I do if she found out? For surely, if she had gotten this far by herself it was only a matter of time before she figured out everything…