A/N: The sweet freedoms of summer have allowed me to return once more to my love of writing fanfiction. Sorry everyone for the delay in the story, I had the semester from hell and couldn't do anything about it. I'm in the process of transferring schools, so next semester should be better!

Now, before you read the chapter there are a few things I need to ask, The first is that I am looking for a Beta! PM or comment if you are interested! The second is please please please review! I'll turn the chapters out faster if you do. Pretty please?

Enough from me, on with the story!

Having grown up in Forks, I'd never been to a dance club in my life. I only knew what to expect from snippets of scenes in movies and TV shows. I knew from Emmett's stories that The IceBox was famous around campus for being the hottest place to be at on a Friday or Saturday night, so, naturally I wasn't shocked that Emmett and Rosalie hung out here. Rose and Alice were painfully stylish, it would be just the right place for them to be and the guys would follow them to the ends of the earth.

We parked our cars in a lot that was blank; it didn't seem to be near anything at all and was surrounded on three sides by tall, dirty brick walls. Despite not being near anything obvious, the lot was mostly full. I had found myself wishing we had taken one car instead of two. Edward and I had decided to ride in his Volvo, away from our loud siblings and friends that were in the Jeep in front of us. I still hadn't entirely forgiven Emmett for whatever he had done to Edward in my absence. We circled the lot a few times until we found a parking spot. Edward pulled into the small parking spot expertly and looked over with adoring eyes; eyes that somehow were looking at me.

"Are you ready for our first official college night out?" he asked he traced the outline of my cheekbones with fingertips as soft a feathers. I leaned into his touch, unable to resist.

"Do we have to?" I sighed. I was perfectly happy to stay in the Volvo all night, content just listening to the sound of his voice.

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss upon my lips. I pressed my lips to his eagerly, wanting to make this last, to keep it from ending. He didn't pull away and I felt his hand cup my cheek as he pulled my face closer to his. The kiss deepened slightly and I felt his tongue ghost across my lower lip.

"I think I'm going to be sick," I heard Emmett's muffled holler from somewhere outside the car. "Edward lets go. Quit sucking face with my little sister."

"Lock the door, Edward," I mumbled as he slowly pulled away. I threw Emmett a scowl through the glass. The nerve. I'd accidentally found him and Rose doing much worse.

We got out of the car and rejoined our group of friends. I had no idea where we were going. Each brick building we passed looked exactly like the one before it; nameless, faceless wall after nameless faceless wall. After a short walk we rounded a corner and I new we'd found it, the long line of crowded people must have been the entrance to The IceBox. Rose walked right up to the door, past the long line of eager partiers, flashed a brilliant smile at the imposing man at the door and walked right in, the rest of us on her tail.

I supposed no door was closed to that degree of beauty.

Out of the places I had been to that I'd seen in movies, the movies very seldom ever got it right. But they sure as hell got the nightclub scene right. The IceBox was large. It was two stories tall, the first floor was open. To one side was a dimly lit, crowded bar and a small stage were a band was set up and wailing at full force. The rest of the area was open as a dance floor, where people had already formed a thick crowd, moving as one to the music. It was incredible to watch. The group of dancing people moved like an under water sea anemone; together but separately all in one smooth motion. The second floor wasn't as large. It appeared to be a dimly lit seating area where cushioned chairs were positioned around tables in secluded clusters, with a balcony that over looked the dance floor below. The whole place was dark, with lights flashing toward the dancers and the small stage in front of the floor. Colored lights were hung everywhere. The place looked hopelessly hip and chic in an underground grudge way.

Our group followed Rosalie and Emmett as they made their way up to the second floor, attracting stares from boys and girls alike, where they were ushered to a large booth in the back corner. Edward and I followed. He looked like he belonged here. He didn't seem surprised by the surroundings like had been. He looked like he had been here before, like he belonged here. I clutched his hand and settled for trying to look old enough to be here, failing spectacularly.

As we took our seats at the booth, a tall attractive woman came and took drink orders. Alice opened tab and ordered a round of some complicated sounding drink for the table.

"Alice!" I reprimanded her loudly. "What are you doing!? Edward and I-"

"Are the designated drivers," Jasper cut me off, but somehow managed to do so without sounding rude. Jaspers blue eyes and gentle voice set me at ease. "It's just one celebratory drink Bella. Don't worry." He smiled one last time to me and turned his attention back to Alice.

The drinks arrived and Jasper cleared his throat loudly, holding up his glass. "To an unforgettable semester, surrounded by the people we love." Everyone clinked glasses as his eyes shot lovingly to Alice and they shared a tender look. Edward glass touched my own and I looked up into his face.

"Surrounded by the people we love," he repeated before taking a drink.

I took a sip of my own drink and reached into my purse to pull out an impressive looking camera that Emmett had gotten me for Christmas. I snapped a picture of Edward drinking from his chilled glass, another of Alice and Jasper, smiling happily into the others eyes, and of Emmett with his arm draped over Rosalie in a bear hug. Jasper sure had a hell of a way with words.

"Hey, Jazz," I heard Edward call. "Would you take a picture of Bella and I please?" Jasper chuckled and motioned for me to hand him the camera.

Edward pulled me onto his lap and before I could turn to smile at the camera, he planted a hott kiss upon my mouth. I tried not to react the way I always did; I tried to remain calm and collected; I tried to keep my heart rate from speeding so quickly it felt that my heart was going to jump right out of my chest; I failed. I hadn't heard Jasper take the button, but I now heard Emmett making wrenching sounds, and decided that jumping Edward in front of all our friends would not pleasing to everyone, though I had no complaints.

"You know Emmett," I began as Edward and I pulled apart from each other. "I don't recall me making jokes when you first brought Rose home and I caught you two making out in dads bed." Making out was a conservative word for what they had been doing. "I also didn't judge you when you stole my purple ski hat on vacation last year and wore it all day while asking to be called Lola." At this Rose released a howl of laughter mid drink, spewing what had been in her mouth onto Emmett. "Or the time I could hear you and Rose going at it through my bedroom wall over the summer. What was it you kept saying? 'Who's your papa bear?' Believe me Em, it pains me as much as it does you to remember these things, but I'm warning you. I can fight fire with fire." He just stared at me in disbelief as Edward, Jasper and Alice chuckled under their breath. I hoped that would shut him up for a while.

"Papa bear, huh?" Jasper laughed.

"If you know what's good for you, Jazz, you'll can it right there." Emmett's threat wasn't just for Jasper, it was for the entire table.

"Baby, lets go dance," Rose finally coaxed Emmett out of the booth. As he was walking away, the rest of the table burst out laughing.

The IceBox was full within thirty minutes of our arrival and I was quickly amazed that we had even gotten a table. Rosalie and Emmett obviously had connections here. They had a line up of local bands playing all night, and despite my taste in music, I couldn't help but sway in my seat to the music. I could feel the alcohol buzz through my blood stream and I was so comfortable with my friends and Edward that I decided dance.

Dangerous. I know.

"Come on Edward," I whispered in his ear as I took his hand in mine, tugging him toward the dance floor. He followed me silently out to the dance floor where throngs of people gathered, dancing to the rock band playing.

I was still shy, still me, still Bella, but I allowed myself to make small movements with Edward, not letting the music carry me away and staying conscious of my movement, no wanting to fall down or make a fool of myself.

The music was good, old fashioned rock, the kind that was easy to dance to, so the movement came easily. I turned to face away from Edward and moved in sync with him as his arms snaked around my waist and help me to him. He moved my hair to one side and kissed my neck gently, letting his tongue dart out and leave a red-hot trail after it. I was on fire. I opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them and looked around the dance floor for Emmett and Rose, checking to make sure Rose had Emmett's full attention, and when I found that she did, I ground my ass into Edwards crotch, feeling suddenly brave. I'd never danced like this, so I had no idea if I was doing it right, but a low, guttural moan came from behind me, so I figured I'd done something right. I moved in time to the music and continued my grinding until the song ended. Once it had, I turned to face Edward. His face was torn, half in pleasure and half in agony. I stood on my toes and kissed his lips swiftly, then smiled at him tentatively. He smiled back.

It was while we were smiling at each other like the lovesick puppies we were that I saw him, over Edwards' right shoulder, staring straight at me from the distance.

The man from the alley.

How long had he been watching me?

Was he following me?

I had no idea. I just knew I had to leave. Now.