As always, Twilight belongs to the beautiful Stephanie Meyer.

Beta'd by Edwardrocksmysocks

Chapter Five

"Edward, please slow down," Alice pleas from behind me.

I halt my run and she catches up to me in seconds. "What?" I huff at her.

"Edward please, don't go back to Forks. It was one little tiny momentary thought. No reason to run back to the West Coast."

"Alice, maybe I've not made myself clear. I can't decide between having her or draining her. Since it's not possible for me to do either, I'll go back to avoid being faced with that choice again."

"That was a very intense night, but it was weeks ago. You haven't even figured out why you reacted to her like that. Is she your singer?"

"I have no idea Alice." I grip my hair and yank, "Fuck!"

Alice touches my arm lightly, and it soothes me for a moment.

"I could not live with myself if I did anything to hurt any human again," I moan.

"Edward, please stop with the brooding vampire bit. I've grown tired of it." Alice jabs my ribs with her elbow. "Just say you'll think about staying here with us."

I scowl at her as visions of Izzy wash through my head. I don't want to leave. I want to see her again, and it's a deadly thought, as I mull over the idea of staying.

Alice claps her hands in delight, "Oh, yay!"

I give Alice a warning look, "I haven't decided anything yet..."

"It's close enough for me." She slaps my arm and darts off deeper into the woods, "Your it," she calls behind her.

I give chase and easily overtake her.

We finish our hunt together, and sit glutted on the damp ground.

"I think you would really like her, if you got to know her. She is pretty intense, reminds me of someone else I love dearly," Alice says, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"You don't see me hurting her?" I ask.

Alice shakes her head. "I don't see much interaction between you. Decide to stay so I can see more clearly."

"OK. I'll stay, but.." I feel the need to add a clause, "If anything happens, I'll take your credit card."

"Nope, I don't see that happening anytime soon." She pops up from the ground and kisses the top of my head before taking off back towards the house.

I make my way back to the house, but don't try to catch her.

~T.I.C.K.~T.O.C.K.~

Alice and Jasper seem pleased that I will be staying, for the time being. I stare up at the stars in the night sky from my spot in the back yard. I haven't been able to focus on anything but this woman for weeks. Tonight is no exception, and I am again running through the list of things I would like to do to her. The last thing to cross my mind is tasting her blood and I am pleased that the need seems mild in comparison to everything else I want to do to her.

Alice opens the back door and steps out onto the porch, "I have something for you."

Instantly I am on my feet walking towards her outstretched hand. She places a business card in my hand and smiles. "It's Izzy's calendar for the next month," she explains.

I look at the card closely, and read all of the dates and places she will be.

"She only works at your club once a week?" I ask.

"Well, yeah. Izzy travels a lot. See?" she points to the card, "She'll be in Atlanta tomorrow night. Then she'll be back here Friday."

"How have you managed to befriend this girl if she spends so little time at your club?" I look at Alice and raise my brow waiting.

"She lives here. Even when she is not working, she shows up at the club. Plus she works at another place in the next town over. It's not noted on the business card."

"What other place?" I ask.

Suddenly Alice is humming in her head, "Turn the card over," she suggests.

When I do, I am pleasantly surprised by the black and white photo of Izzy stretched across an antique couch, wearing nothing but black hot pants and those thigh high boots. When I look back up, Alice is gone. Damn, she did that shit on purpose. Now I am agitated, wondering where Izzy works that Alice doesn't want me to know about.

~T.I.C.K.~T.O.C.K.~

It feels like old hat, sitting in the club on a Friday night with Jasper. I've not been here in weeks, but it still feels tired. We are fortunate to find seats at the bar, far away from the stage. John joins us at around midnight. "Hey Jasper. Edward nice to see you again." I nod at him.

"You on break?" Jasper asks.

"Yeah, only get fifteen minutes at a time, but it's something."

Liz is on stage, and I suspect by John's drumming heart, that he has taken his break to get a better view of her.

I smell her before I see her, strawberries and sex, and halt my breath at once. She walks by us and I admire her poise. Her shoulders are pulled back and her head is held high. She stops at a table a few feet in front of us, and leans to talk to a gentleman there, "Nice to see you sweetheart," she kisses the mans cheek.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. You know I'm here for you baby." He reaches to pat her ass and I feel the urge to break his fucking hand. He thinks twice about it; Crap, I almost touched her. His hand drops down to the side of his chair.

I notice a lot of the men are watching her carefully. I don't think a one of them could handle what I'm sure she could dish out. The thought makes me smile, because I'm certain I'm the only one she wouldn't break.

John pulls me from my revere, "I'd like to taste her?"

A low growl is trying to make itself present from my chest. "Izzy?" I ask in a tight tone.

"No," he laughs, "Liz. I've had Izzy and she nearly killed me."

I am in a state of shock at his revelation, as I stare at Izzy. She turns and walks towards us, and I try like hell to get a read on her. Nothing. I focus harder as she steps closer to John. Surly she hasn't had sex with this man. I close all the other thoughts off as I try to pick through her brain. I am acutely aware of her hammering heart and the complete and total lack of thoughts. The silence is deafening.

She stops right in front of John and hooks her finger at him. He bends down to give her his ear. She grabs either side of his head, and whispers in his ear, "You want to taste her huh?" She does not wait for her answer. "Like cherries," she smiles at him wickedly and then runs her tongue across his lips. "Sweetest thing I've ever tasted. Like a cherry fucking Lifesaver."

The look on his face, as she releases him and walks away, makes me chuckle. His eyebrows shoot up and then pull together in a scowl. "God why does she have to be such a bitch?"

Jasper is not controlling his laughter as well as I am. He is nearly shaking with it. I scan through the memories John plays through his head, of the women he has had. He is frustrated where Izzy is concerned.

I am confused by this, because from where I'm standing, Izzy is the best thing a man could hope to bed. "You've had Izzy?" I ask.

His brow relaxes a bit, "Not so much. More like she had me." He crosses his arms over his chest and leans his back on the bar. The memory of what happened that night plays in his head and I can't help but watch.

Izzy is naked and slamming herself onto him. She growls and shakes and then screams out as she comes, "Fuck Yes!"

She slows, and John tries to will her with his hands on her hips, to keep moving. Her eyes open only half way as she places her hands on his chest. She bends and kisses his forehead, slipping herself free of his cock. He is confused. "Thank you," she says as she swings her leg off the side of the bed.

"What?" he screeches at her.

"I said thank you!" She picks up her clothes and walks out of the room.

I look at him and laugh as he scowls at the memory. Seems to me he deserves every bit that Izzy has dished to him.

I hear Jasper's question, though his lips are not moving, "Did he really have her?"

I shake my head slightly, "No. Not even close."

Apparently Izzy is done making her rounds. She takes a seat at the end of the catwalk where Liz is still dancing gracefully. Izzy pulls a bill from her boot and tents it before placing it on the rail. Liz blows her a kiss before turning her attention to the men.

This little interaction plays well, and they all put more money on the stage. I can see what they are up to, making the show better. Izzy isn't even on the stage and she is making the pair money.

John gets up and goes back to his corner. The music is lowered as he calls for applause for Liz. I can't help but stick my fingers in my mouth and whistle loudly. Izzy vacates her seat and makes her way around the rim of the stage collecting the take before following Liz into the dressing room.

I see them pause in the doorway and notice they are talking to Alice who is dressed in street clothes. Izzy looks over her shoulder at me and smiles before turning back to Alice. I try to catch the end of the conversation but it's over quickly and I have gained no advantage, before Alice is bouncing over towards us.

"What was that about?" I ask when she comes to rest in front of Jasper.

"Oh, nothing. I just pointed out that you were my brother. She remembers you from a couple of weeks ago."

"Uh, huh."

"They will be selling ten tickets to the private dance in a few minutes, if your interested."

"What private dance?"

"Oh, before they take the stage later, they will be putting on a show," Alice points to the glass room.

"I think I'll pass this time."

I hear John make the announcement that tickets are now on sale, first come first serve for the show. I debate purchasing one, because they are only a hundred bucks, but think better of it. The room is glass for Christ's sake. I don't have to be closed in with the two of them to see the show.

I watch the men stand in front of the DJ booth, waiting for their tickets. It doesn't take long before John is turning the last away.

"We are heading home, are you coming with us?" Jasper asks.

I think about this for a moment. I don't want to leave yet, but I haven't gotten around to buying a fucking car yet, so I will be stranded if I don't go with them. I could take a cab home, but that idea is not appealing to me. I decide to go for the stall. "In a minute."

Jasper nods at me, and Alice smiles knowingly. I feel like flipping her the finger, but settle for an eye roll instead.

Izzy and Liz come out of the dressing room and I watch them as they walk all the way across the bar headed for the glass room.

Izzy does not disappoint in her tiny tight dress and thigh high black leather boots. Again I try to focus on her thoughts, and again I am left frustrated by the silence. A large man follows them into the room. Like the pervert I am becoming, I stare through the glass at her.

Izzy turns around and looks right at me. She acknowledges my gawking by waving in the form of wiggling her fingers at me.

The man moves to the first window and suddenly a shade is lowered. What? Suddenly I feel like an idiot as I watch him lower the rest. He exits through the glass door and stands there protectively.

"I think I'm ready to go now," I announce.