Just me saying that people in this story know that vampires exist. I know that it is not commonly used in fan fiction, but I had a hard time trying to write this story the other way. I hope you like it and if you do, leave a nice review. :)

I don't own Twilight.

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Lady of the Night:
Introductions

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I was ignoring my phone calls again. It didn't matter who it was, as soon as my phone rang, I put the ringer on silent and continued to stare blankly at the TV, which wasn't even on. I was sure that my boss was pissed at me for not getting back to him about the client that wanted me to escort him tonight. It wasn't that I wasn't interested in going to work tonight, I just couldn't convince myself to get off of my bed. I couldn't even convince myself to find the remote so I could turn on the TV.

My phone beeped, telling me that I had another voicemail. If I hadn't lost count, which I was sure I hadn't, this would be the seventh one I had gotten in the past four hours. I was sure they were all from my boss. No one else really called my phone, not that I didn't have any friends, I did, but after you ignore them for a few weeks, they give up on you.

I sighed as I grabbed my phone. I was wrong, it wasn't seven, it was six. I pressed my voicemail key and heard the recording tell me to put in my password. I did.

"Bella," my boss said, anxiously. "I need you to call me. I have a client that really wants your services tonight. You have my number, call me back."

I pressed seven, which deleted the message.

The next one played. It was my boss again. It was similar to the first message he left, only he sounded more agitated. In fact, with each message I listened to, I could visualize the vain in his forehead get bigger and bigger with agitation. In the last message he threatened to fire me if I didn't call him back within the next five minutes.

I hung up my phone and hesitated. I didn't want to lose my job, but I also didn't want to move from my bed. I was comfortable wrapped in my comforter staring at a blank TV screen. I was feeling miserable and I didn't think that being around people would bring me out of my bad mood.

Without my consent, my fingers dialed my boss's number. I put it on speaker and waited for him to answer. I was already working on my game plan for the night ahead.

"Why didn't you answer my call sooner?" he asked. I wondered when people stop saying hello. It was probably around the time caller ID was invented. "I've called you at least ten times."

Six. I thought, bitterly. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I left my phone in my car." I lied.

"I have a client for you," he said, ignoring my excuse. "He wants you to meet him at La Coraline at six fifteen. He'll be the one with a white rose."

I nodded, only vaguely aware that he couldn't see me. "Okay," I finally whispered into the phone when he didn't say anything else. "I'll be there." I looked at the alarm clock. It was three thirty. I had to get up now or else I would never be able to be able to get ready and make it there in time.

"And Bella," he added quickly when he realized that I was about to hung up the phone. I wondered when people stopped saying goodbye. "He's a vampire."

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My heart was pounding in my ears every time I saw the door open to the restaurant. Couples walked in, their arms linked together, and told the host their last name. I had never been this nervous about a client before, not even when I first started out in the escort business. I had to keep my eyes on the table to stop myself from staring at the door.

We don't have many clients that were vampires in my line of work. I've heard rumors of some of my coworkers getting a vampire for a client, but it's not an everyday occurrence. In fact, I don't think that I had ever seen a vampire outside of the TV, tabloids, and internet. They say that vampires like to live up north, because of the rain and cloudy days, but I think they prefer bigger cities than the smaller ones. Because I haven't seen a vampire in my small hometown of Forks, Washington

"Are you Ms. Isabella Swan?" A smooth voice asked from above me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat when I looked up. A very tall and very pale vampire was standing across the table from me. His bronze hair was comb back and his buttoned down shirt was tuck neatly into his black slacks. He smiled at me, showing two rows of straight pearl white teeth. Between his long bony fingers, he held a long stem rose.

"Bella," I corrected him out of habit.

His smile grew. "Bella," he repeated. "You do know that means beautiful in Italian?"

I blushed. I had been told, numerous times, from my clients that Bella meant beautiful in Italian. Usually I had to hide the annoyance on my face, but now I was trying to hide the blush. "I've been told that," I whispered. "Would you like to sit down?" I gestured to the seat in front of me. "I haven't ordered anything, I didn't want to order without you, I wasn't- I wasn't sure if you were going to…" I stopped talking, afraid that I would say something insensitive.

The vampire pulled the seat away from the table and sat down. His eyes were shining and his face covered in a toothy smile. "I am afraid that I will not be having dinner with you tonight, Ms. Swan. I have already had my fill early today."

"No," I blushed. "Of course not. I just, I didn't want to be rude and order something if you did decide to eat dinner with me." The more I spoke, the more ignorant and childish I felt. I was supposed to be the confident one and he was supposed to be the one that was nervous. That's how it was in my line of business. But now, now I had to try focus all of my attention on stopping my hands from shaking.

"I am sorry if I make you uncomfortable," the vampire said. "I know that most humans do not know-"

"No," I interrupted him, my voice broke. I smiled, nervously. "I'm not uncomfortable. I'm really excited to be here and I would love to get to know more about you." I was sure that he could hear my heart pound against my rib cage as clearly as I could.

"I would enjoy getting to know you, too," he said politely.

This made my heart leap and the blush on my cheeks go an even deeper red. My hands were shaking when I reached for the wine glass filled with water in the middle of the table. My mouth had gone dry.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I don't mean to look nervous, I've just never, I've never been an escort to a vampire before. I'm sorry if my behavior seems a little," I had to think of the appropriate word, "bizarre."

The vampire smiled. "I do not think your behavior is bizarre. I am sure that if I was in your situation, I would be acting in the same manner. I must admit that right now I am having a hard time not shaking myself. This is new for me as well." He let out a nervous laugh.

I bit my lip. "Yeah, but I'm the professional. I should be making you feel comfortable." I let out a dry laugh and looked at the menu in front of me then back up at him. "Do you mind if I ask your name?" I said, wanting to start a conversation that didn't revolve around him being a vampire.

He smiled. "My name is Edward Cullen."

I nodded. "Edward," I said. "That's a very handsome name. There's not many people named Edward anymore."

Edward nodded. "I was named after my father."

For some reason hearing that he was named after his father made me feel the tiniest bit more comfortable, knowing that he had a father and mother too, made him seem more human.

"Do you still talk to your father?" I asked, not realizing that he was probably older than he looked.

His face dropped. "No, he died in 1918 from the influenza. I would have died along with him if Carlisle had not made me into a vampire."

My heart skipped a beat. "I am so sorry." My eyes widened. "I didn't mean to bring up a bad memory. I was just trying to make conversation. I am-"

Edward laughed, which made me shut up. "It is okay, Bella. I do not mind talking about it. It was a long time ago. I have had time to heal." He smiled at me. I didn't smile back. "Do you want to order?" he asked. "Our waiter is getting anxious."

"Sure," I said, grateful to get away from the subject of his dead father.

Edward waved down our waiter.

I looked at the menu again, only now realizing that I had no idea what was on it. I had never been to this restaurant. I decided to get the cheapest item on the menu. I didn't want to waste his money, especially since I didn't have an appetite anymore.

"What can I get you today?" he asked, holding his pen to his notepad. His hands were shaking, violently. I sympathized.

"Mushroom ravioli," I said, pointing to the name on the menu. "And another glass of water."

He nodded as he wrote it down and turned to Edward. "And you, sir?" he asked. His voice broke when he said sir. He sounded like a kid that had just hit puberty, even though it was obvious that he was in his mid twenties.

"Nothing for me, thank you." Edward smiled as he closed his menu and handed it to him.

"I will bring your food out soon," the waiter smiled at me as he grabbed my menu and bowed his head. He walked away quickly, almost running into table before he went into the kitchen.

Edward and I spent the rest of dinner talking to each other. I'm used to talking to my clients before we get down to business. One of the things that my boss encourages us to do is to build a (professional) relationship with our clients so they will come back for more. Very few people like to be escort by someone that they know nothing about. And if they do, they usually get their escorts from the street corner.

"Do you mind if I ask you why you called the escort service?" The waiter had already taken my plates and we were waiting for him to return with Edward's change. I've wanted to ask the question all night, but I was too nervous. It was a common question to ask, it helped us to know what the client was looking for tonight.

Edward didn't look at me in the eye. He became preoccupied with straightening out the tablecloth. His longer fingers pressed against the creases as he pulled at the edges.

"You don't have to tell me," I added quickly. "I was just curious."

Edward looked up at me. "No, I have no reason to hide anything from you." He looked at the tablecloth again. I didn't say anything as I waited for him to tell me the reason he had hire me.

It's not uncommon for men to be embarrassed when someone asks him why he wanted an escort. Most of the time they're married and looking for a change, other times they're lonely and looking for someone to boost their ego. Sometimes, they're just tired of masturbating.

Edward let out a long breath. "I was hoping that you could help me with something."

I smiled. I had heard everything, there was nothing that he could say that would surprise me. "With what, sweetie?"

He looked up at me. "I was hoping that you could help me lose my virginity."

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So this is my first fan fiction. I would love if you left a review. I am so nervous about this story because I have so many great ideas for it and it would suck if no one liked it. I know it's kind of a slow build, but it's the first chapter. It'll get more interesting (and longer) in the next chapter and you'll get to know the characters better. Like why Bella is a prostitute and why Edward wants to lose his virginity. It'll be funny and dark. But there's nothing better than black humor.

Leave a review if you liked it. I would love to know what you think. :)

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