Disclaimers to Stephenie Meyer/Tomoko Hayakawa.

Language warning of course.

Stuck in ICT again, but that can't be helped. I'm just going to let you read now.

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That night, Bella, Jasper, Carlisle, Edward and Alice went out clubbing. They bounced from various clubs to other clubs. Emmett didn't join them, he claimed he had an awful headache and was going to sleep it off, when really he was getting ready for Serafina.

They came home, with their adrenaline rushing. Edward ransacked the alcohol cabinet and pulled out several bottles of vodka.

"You dare!" Bella started to say.

"What scared?" Edward teased.

"No." Bella replied sourly taking one bottle. Edward smiled. Carlisle decided that he'd go upstairs instead of get wasted downstairs.

It was 1am in the morning and Emmett heard stirring.

Carlisle thought it would be better not to wake Emmett and Carlisle went about his usual business before crashing onto his pillows. Carlisle blamed jet lag.

"Truth or dare." Edward announced. "Want to play?"

Jasper and Alice shrugged. They decided to play. Bella was last to say she was going to play. Bella opened her bottle of vodka and was knocking it back like it was water. Alice was taking little sips. Jasper had only taken a few swigs. Edward hadn't touched the alcohol at all.

He got his bottle of vodka and spun in on the table in front of them. It pointed at Bella.

"Truth or dare?" Edward asked, his eyes fixed on Bella.

"Dare."

"I dare you to finish that vodka off."

Bella laughed. She finished it off.

"Impressive," Edward said, taking her bottle.

"What's life without a little risk?" said Bella, smiling. Bella spun her empty bottle around. It faced Jasper.

"Truth or Dare?" Bella asked him. Jasper considered his options.

"Truth."

"Do you love Alice in any way?" Bella asked snidely. Alice stiffened. Jasper didn't reply.

"I don't think that I have to clarify an answer that everybody seems to know," answered Jasper carefully. Alice blushed. The effects of alcohol were taking over Bella. Her mind was clumsy. Alice had lots of hers left. Edward had drunk about half a bottle and Jasper had two-thirds left. Jasper daren't drink anymore, he wanted to remember what exactly happened. Jasper spun the bottle.

"Truth or dare?" Jasper asked her sweetly.

"Truth."

"Chicken." Edward had muttered. Bella laughed. Alice's brow furrowed. She looked at the now empty bottle in Edward's hand.

"Do you think Edward is a jerk?" Jasper asked her.

"Yes."

Bella and Jasper laughed aloud. Alice buried her head deep into Jasper's chest. Alice sat up and spun the bottle.

"Truth or Dare, Eddie?" Alice crooned.

"Dare."

"I dare you to...kiss Bella."

"Sure."

Bella wasn't sure what to do or say. Edward stumbled drunkenly from one side of the room to the other, he plonked himself next to Bella.

Edward laughed before his lips made contact with Bella's. When their lips made the slightest bit of contact, it felt like everything fell into place. Bella was half-shocked. She tried pushing him off, but he was too heavy. She gave up, her self-control was dying, her arms around his neck and soon she was kissing him back. It made her feel faint, but she was enjoying it too much. His lips were soft, but she could feel something from deep inside, like a monster yearning to break free. Edward was shocked at his actions, but it felt so right. He could have pulled away, but he didn't want do, he didn't intend to. It was something he had been scared of since that afternoon, wondering if he had to do mouth-to-mouth. He never thought that he'd enjoy it like this. She pulled away and gasped. Bella's head fell onto Edward's as she succumbed to jet lag. Before Edward lost his battle with consciousness he saw Jasper leaving the living room with Alice.

Never again was he going to drink alcohol. Never again.

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It was 2.45am. Emmett opened his eyes. Carlisle was sleeping soundly next to him. Emmett, didn't really feel the jet lag. The adrenaline of what he was about to do was keeping him awake. Emmett didn't understand it himself. He didn't know why he got in these crazy situations for women. He didn't know why he liked older women. Maybe because they had the experience, and they made Emmett feel important. Emmett crept out of the bedroom. Next door, was Jasper and the room next to it was Alice. Where were Edward and Bella? His question was soon answered as he crept downstairs. Bella was lying on Edward's chest, and Edward's head was on Bella's neck. It looked sweet, had not for the creepiness surrounding Bella being there. He had no time to wait, it was nearly 2.50am.

The hotel was dead. There was no sound. Drunken guests were the only ones that accompanied him in the elevator, luckily none of them had to go to the third floor. He stopped at the third floor and looked for room 301. Luckily it was there. He opened the room with the room key. The door clicked open.

He moved closer into the room, and there was something slumped on the floor. Thinking it was Serafina, he edged closer. Then he saw that the body on the floor wasn't Serafina. It wasn't even a woman. That wasn't the reason why Emmett was so shocked.

The body on the floor wasn't even alive.

"Holy shit!" Emmett exclaimed loudly. "CALL 911!"

Emmett ran into the hall and started yelling.

"THERE'S BEEN A MURDER! CALL 911!"

There were a rush of banging doors and people complaining. They were wondering if it was a hoax. Emmett was more frantic in finding some kind of help. The elevator doors opened and as if by magic there were security.

"There's been a murder – call the police!" Emmett tried to tell them. They didn't understand what he meant. He dragged the security man into the room and showed him the body. The security guard paled and spoke rapid Italian into his walkie-talkie.

Emmett was trembling, never had he ever seen a dead body in his life, and he had never wanted to see one.

He then realised that on the resort, there probably were no police. And secondly, he realised that 911 was only helpful in the States.

It's funny how a murder messes with your head.

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