It's explosive, speakers are pumpin' (oh)
Still jumping, six in the morning
Table dancing, glasses are crashin' (oh)
No question, time for some action

Dirty ~ Christina Aguilera

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The music blared inside the club. I held Bailey's hand delicately. He was after all only a human, a delicate little human. I led him into the center of the club, pushing the other dancers aside carelessly. Several of them muttered curses at me, and scowled pathetically. I turned toward Bailey, and pulled him close. Let's see if lover boy can dance. He put his hands on my waist, and began to step with the music. I swayed my hips to the beat. Letting the rhythm take over my body. I moved my body erotically, gaining the attention of most men in the room. Bailey seemed to be keeping up with my scandalous dancing, a stupid smile plastered onto his face. I took his hand, and led him to the bar. I pulled him close, so there was no space between us. He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Want a drink?" He asked.

"Do you even have to ask, gimme a triple shot. For now."

I watched as he ordered my drink, and chatted with the surly looking bar man.

"You got yourself a right looker there," He said nodding toward me.

I did my best to look like a total bimbo. Leaning back on the bar so my boobs were even more noticeable.

Bailey grinned, "Don't I know it."

The bar man grinned, "Really dumb and easy, huh?" He said elbowing him.

Bailey scoffed, "Yeah I wish. She already said no," He said bitterly.

I skipped over to them. "Bailey, what's taking so long." I said pouting dramatically, and batting my lashes.

"Nothing babe, look here's your drink." He handed me the shot glass. I downed it in one go.

I licked my lips seductively. "Mmm, that was good."

I leaned over the bar. "Another tripled shot, please."

He smiled, pouring me the drink. "Now don't go havin too many o' those. We can't 'ave a pretty lady like yourself quite so intoxicated now can we?"

I smirked at him, and downed the shot. "Don't worry about me stud muffin, I can handle myself."

I heard him chuckled as I flitted back to the dance floor, leaving Bailey at the bar. I pushed my way into the crowd, scanning the men in the room. My gaze settled on one guy, dancing with a tall blonde. I scrunched my hair, before making may way toward him. I bumped the girl with my hips.

"Oops, sorry love." I said and began dancing with her man.

I rolled my hips, my body so close to his that I brushed against him as I danced. I felt the girl trying to shove me aside.

"Hey bitch!" She yelled at me over the music.

I turned around and glared at her, "What did you say!"

"Get off my boyfriend you slut!" She screeched.

I smirked. "Sorry if you didn't realise, I just staked my claim. And I always get what I want, so you better back off hoe bag!"

She slapped my face, flinching back in pain. After hitting my solid cheek bone.

"Now, I wish I could say that hurt but it didn't."

I turned around, and put my hands around her boyfriend's neck. I pulled his face closer, and took his lips with mine. I tilted my head and deepened the kiss. I opened my mouth, tracing my tongue along his lips. Turning the kiss into a full-fledged pash. I pulled away, feeling his chest begin to heave from lack of air. I twisted around, to see the girl in tears and fleeing from the room. I smiled.

The guy was gasping for air, I smiled up at him.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" I asked batting my lashes at him.

"Scott."

"Well Scott, your lips taste good."

He frowned, "You just made my girlfriend break up with me."

I pouted, "But she was a stick in the mud!" I whined.

"But she was my girlfriend."

"Mmm, she was. Past tense, now you're free." I brought my lips to his ears, "To do what ever you want."

I brushed my lips across his jaw, and kissed his neck. He groaned.

"God, your a bitch!" He said through clenched teeth.

I smiled, "Don't you love it!"

"Oh, I dunno I don't like my women to have to much control." He said smugly.

I smirked, "I think you'll find that your mine. Not the other way around."

"Is that so?"

I nodded, "Uhuh. Everything on my terms, when and where I want."

"And what if I don't agree?" He asked.

I smiled "I guess I'll have to show you."

I took his hand and danced my way through the crowd. I shook the door, until it unlocked. I swung the door open; it clanged noisily as I slammed it closed after us. He pressed me up against the wall, and began kissing me passionately.

God, men! They always think they know what I'm talking about, so gullible. I kissed him back, deciding I may as well play along for a little while. His fingers traced my sides, and he started lifting my shirt off. I let him remove my shirt. I kissed his neck softly, using my tongue to feel where his pulse was strongest. He moaned, and pulled me closer. Then I bit down into the tender flesh on his neck. My senses tingled as I tasted his blood. He gasped in pain, as I gulped down the warm blood. I continued until my supply ran dry. I let go of his limp body, and it flopped to the ground. I looked at the now lifeless body, tilting my head to the side. I licked my lips.

I picked up my shirt and squeezed it back on.

I was about to walk away when I looked back at the body, and sighed.

"I suppose I have to dispose of you," I said drearily.

I draped him over my shoulder, and walked toward a manhole. I picked up the metal cover, and put it aside carefully. Making sure it didn't make a sound. I dumped him down the manhole, satisfied when I heard a small splash. I put the lid back on, and went back inside.

I went back to the bar, where I had left Bailey. He looked rather depressed and I watched as he gulped down a large vodka. I sauntered toward him, and sat myself on his lap.

"Hey babe. Miss me?"

He blinked. "Your back!" He said with a smile. "I thought that guy had taken off with you!"

I smiled, "Nope."

He narrowed his eyes, "Your teeth are red."

I rolled my eyes at him, "No kidding. I was hungry okay?"

He gulped.

"It's okay I have other plans for you," I said smiling.

I banged my fist on the bar. "Oi Bar man! Get me another drink, whatever you've got that's strong!"

"You're still standin' up straight!" He said in shock.

"Told you!"

"Alright girl, but ya might 'ave to carry 'im home."

"I'm sure we'll be fine." I said smiling sweetly.

"I'm gonna take your word on that," He said handing me the drink.

I swirled the drink round in my mouth, cleaning the blood from my teeth.

Bailey was muttering something incomprehensible to himself; I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

Typical, he faints! God, you'd think I was gonna kill him or something!

I slid of his lap, acting as if nothing was wrong and put his arm over my shoulder. I held him up so it only looked as though I was helping my drunken boyfriend. The bouncer opened the door for me, giving me a sympathetic smile. Once we were out of the sight of all the prying eyes, I put him over my shoulder and ran back to my makeshift home. I kicked open the door, leaving a large dent. I dropped him onto the rickety old bed. I was sick of my drab surroundings; I wanted to live in a penthouse again. I'd have to swing by to a forger and get some ID, stupid laws. As if I don't have enough with the Volturi already! And at least the Volturi's laws are reasonable, keep vampires existence a secret. Oh and that one thing about creating baby vampires... but that's about it. Not like all these stupid restrictions humans have, no speeding, no underage drinking, immigration laws blah blah blah blah! Their justice is in no way 'just!'

I slunk home, every movement or noise alerting me immediately. When I got home I snuck in the front door, hoping that Mother and Father hadn't noticed my absence. The light in the sitting room flicked on, and my Mother stood up. She was a classy woman, and dressed in style even when it was her sleepwear. She wore a white silk dressing gown, that swished as she walked. She stormed toward me, raised her hand a struck my face. I winced away from her in pain, clutching the side of my face.

"Where have you been?" She demanded, her voice was shrill.

I felt hot tears plunging down my cheeks.

"I've just been out with some friends," I said quickly.

She glared at me, looking me up and down. Her face twisted in utter disgust.

"Look at you! You look like a filthy slag! What on earth are you wearing?"

She put her hand on my back, and directed me to my room.

"Get changed, no Daughter of mine will look like that. Like those pieces of trash!" She wailed.

I changed quickly into my nightshirt, and wrapped my dressing gown over top. I dreaded going back into the sitting room, knowing that I was going to be ripped to shreds. I braced myself, and opened my bedroom door. I quietly walked to the sitting room, where my Mother sat waiting for me. She turned in her chair, still glaring at me furiously. I looked at the floor, not wanting to meet her gaze. She stood, and walked around me. Scrutinising me. I gulped.

"What did you do to your hair?" She hissed.

I stayed quiet.

"Right, into the washroom this instant!" She ordered.

I did as she said.

She began filling the bathtub with hot water.

"Now, you will get in the tub. And you will scrub that filth out of your hair, and wash the disgusting stuff off of your face!" She said, giving me a stern look.

"I'm sorry, Mother." I said quietly.

She towered over me, "Don't lie to me!" With that she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

She was probably right too, I wasn't sorry.

I undressed and slipped into tub, the water burned my skin. But I got in anyway, submerging myself in the water. I scrubbed the make-up from my face, and tried desperately to remove the bright purple colouring from my hair. I stared at myself in the mirror, the colour of my hair was still the same except maybe a little faded. All I had done was successfully made my face red, and cleaned myself to perfection. I dried off, slipping back into my nightshirt and robe. I padded down the hall back to my Mother, who was waiting impatiently.

"Well, what are we going to do about that THING on your head."

I stayed quiet, knowing that it wasn't a question.

"I suppose I'll just have to take you down to the hair dressers, I'm sure Vivienne would cut it all off without batting an eyelash." She then left the room.

I knew there was no debating her decision, her word was final. But that didn't prevent the anger building up in side me, bubbling like a volcano ready to erupt. I went to my room, closing the door quietly. I hurled myself onto my bed, the choked sobs escaping from my mouth. I hated crying, it always left you tired and feeling utterly stupid. Yours eyes go puffy and red, your nose runs and you usually end up snorting and gasping for air. It almost takes over your body, making it spasm and make strange noises. But tonight was the exception, I would allow myself to cry tonight. Everything had happened so quickly. He was gone, and there was the possibility I wouldn't see him again. Especially with the threats of the pudgy police officer, the police were out of control. They picked on punks, because they didn't like them 'rebelling.' Even the ones who did nothing wrong would be punished at any and all chances. My beloved hair was going to be hacked off, by some snooty rich woman and there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't even have a refuge to retreat to now, he was gone and it was all my fault! I cried and cried, my pillow absorbing all my tears. Until finally I fell asleep, resting my mind if only for a moment.

Mother pulled open the curtains. This was her way of telling me to get up, and no excuses. I groaned, and squinted at the light. My eyes were still sore from last night. I dragged myself out of bed, feeling as if someone had bashed my head through a wall. There was a prissy looking outfit laid out on my bed, just what I wanted! Another excuse to be used as a Barbie doll. There was a pastel pink dress, that cut off mid calf just so it wasn't too 'scandalous' and a woollen cardigan to 'cover myself up.' I cringed, she wanted me to be this perfect Daughter. That said all the right things, laughed when appropriate. Was never rude, or stepped out of line. A Stepford Daughter. Intelligent. Polite. Beautiful. Perfect. And to tell you the truth, I didn't know if I could be her anymore. I'd tasted freedom, and now I couldn't let go. It was exciting, addicting. All I knew was I needed more. And fast! I dressed quickly, folding my hair up underneath a scarf, so no one would see it. So I wouldn't 'soil the family name' as my Mother put it. I sat at the breakfast table, grinding my teeth as Mother lectured me. My Father had yet to grace us with his presence, they were probably having a tiff, again. They were always fighting, about every little thing they could possibly think of. Money, cars, houses, parties, me...

I gazed out the window of the car, I hated taking the car. It made people that didn't have such luxuries think poorly of me. They thought I was stuck up and inconsiderate like my Mother. Who was well known for her mannerisms, anyone who wasn't rich wasn't good enough to speak to her. Unless of course, they were asking if she would like some more tea. Or if the house was cleaned to her liking. She treated them with no respect, what so ever. As if they were her slaves, which they weren't ever since it was banned otherwise she would definitely have slaves working around the house, and tending to her extravagant garden. I watched as a young boy performed on the street, hoping some kind soul would spare him some change. His clothes were ragged and his face was smeared with dirt. The car continued to chug along the street leaving the little boy behind, next we passed a group of punks. I would much rather be there with them, rebelling against the government. Dressing and acting however we liked. I sighed. We turned the corner and pulled up outside Vivienne's Hair Saloon. I blinked back the tears that we pricking the back of my eyes.

The driver got out, and opened the door. Taking my Mother's hand before she got out, as if she were the Queen. The again, she probably thought she was. I refused his hand as I got out of the car.

"I'm not crippled, Sir. I can get out of the car without your help." I said, using my polished voice and a happy façade.

My Mother pretended to be delighted with my statement, and threw her hands up in the air chuckling away.

"Of course you aren't, Dear."

I smiled at her, seething inside.

We walked into the Saloon; I wondered what excuse my Mother would make for my astonishing hair colour.

"Catherine!" said Vivienne, kissing my Mother on both cheeks. "How are you, darling?"

"Splendid!" She said, and chatted away.

"Yes, we do have a slight dilemma. Darling Tabea's hair has turned and astonishing shade of purple! I think it was a new shampoo she used." She said innocently, not batting an eyelash or showing any signs that she was lying.

"Oh dear! That sounds dreadful, let's have a look." She turned to me, "Here lovey, you take a seat. And we'll see what we can do."

I sat gingerly in the seat in front of her, and took off the headscarf. She gasped, her mouth forming a small 'o.'

"Oh goodness, I think the only thing we could do is cut it all of!" She said in horror.

I gulped as she took out a large pair of scissors, taking a large chunk of my hair in her hands. She began to cut, and I could feel a lump forming in my throat. I couldn't take it! I would not let this happen!

"NO!" I shrieked, puling away from her and running out the door. My hair was lop sided, she had managed to cut the bottom half off one side. Cutting it in a jagged line, because I had pulled away so suddenly. I ran in the direction that I'd seen the other punks earlier, hoping they were there. I ran and ran, me feet aching in the tight shoes that were pinching my toes.

I heard my Mother ordering the driver to follow me, so ducked around the corner of an alleyway. I crashed into what felt like a brick wall, I looked up to see a man with bright red eyes staring back at me. I gasped, stumbling back. He reached out, his iron hand capturing me arm. I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could make a sound his hand flew over my mouth. He held his finger to his lips, motioning for me to be quiet. I was in no position to argue, so I just looked up at him. Absolutely dumbfounded and mesmerised. He handed me a bottle of vodka, as if he knew I needed something to calm my nerves. I snatched it from him, gulping down the clear liquid. Feeling the wonderful sensation as it burned it's way down my throat. I finished the whole bottle, and my head spun. In a familiar and comforting blur. I stumbled, trying to say something and slurring my words.

"Wh..hh. hooo arr-are yooou?" I mumbled, suppressing a giggle.

"That's for me to know, and you never to find out," His voice was velvety smooth, and I hung onto each word he said.

I smiled, giggling stupidly. "I-I-I'mm a b-bbit d-ddrunk!"

"I know." He said plainly, then I blacked out.

I frowned at the memory, trying to push it out of my mind. That's the problem with being a vampire, you can't go to sleep so you don't have to think. Your mind never shuts up, and never shuts off. Think about the task at hand, Tabea! If I go now, he'll never notice I left and I'll probably make it back before he even wakes. I rapidly changed my clothes to a more sophisticated outfit, make myself look high class and glamorous. Even with my purple hair, I smirked. That's definitely not concerning society anymore. I took a silky black clutch purse, and slipped out the door. I raced down the street, making gusts of wind that shocked passers by. They didn't see me; their feeble eyes would never allow it. But the knew that something had passed, and just stared down the street in a daze. I turned the corner, entering a less desirable part of town. I slowed my pace to human speed, fixing my hair before stepping into the small office. I leaned over the desk, giving the startled young man in the back room a clear view of my cleavage. I pressed the little bell, making it chime pleasantly. The young man came out of the back room, smiling politely.

"Hello," I said.

He fumbled before replying, "Hello. How can I help you?"

I tapped my fingers on the desk; "I need ID's. Birth certificates, driver licenses, the works."

He blinked, obviously shocked that a woman such as myself would require these things. He nodded, quickly ushering me into the back room.

Another man, older with greying hair sat at the desk inside. He looked up he smiled, making the corners of his eyes crinkle.

"Tabea!" He exclaimed.

The young man gave us a puzzled look.

"Petey! How have you been?"

"Good, good. And obviously so have you, you haven't aged a day!" He said giving me a wink.

"So, who's your little assistant?"

He looked at him wearily, "That's Dan."

He motioned for me to come toward him, "Il est un peu lent" (he is a little slow)

I grinned at him, "I'm sure he'll catch on."

I turned to Dan, winking at him. "Not all people in the business look like they belong, and remember. Good girls are just bad girls that don't get caught."

He nodded quickly, "I'll remember that. And out of curiosity, which are you? A good girl, or a bad girl?"

I smirked, walking toward him. "Oh, I'm very bad." I said tracing my fingers over his jaw.

Petey chuckled from his desk, "Now, Doll. Let's not let the boy think he has a chance. I'm afraid he won't be any good to me all sullen and mopey."

I sighed, "Fine. I'll go home to my toy boy, I'm sure he'll be up for some fun once his hang over passes. Have the documents ready by 10am." I said and flounced out of the office.

(((So, I finally finished another chapter! I must admit this story is much harder to write, and takes a lot more time considering it's 4000 words per chapter! Well, I hope you liked it and please review! :D)))