Love bites.

Rated M
Vampward

Tadaaa! Welcome back sweets :D *sits up straight and smiles*

Here's something I've been obsessing about lately, it's not going to be a very long fic but it's something I've never written before: a Vampward fic!

It's all beta'd by the fantabulous Lara - MeteorOnAMoonlessNight. You won't catch me making any dumb mistakes this time around ;)

Of course, Twilight belongs to S.M. but I'm allowed to have a little fun, right?
Enjoy,

Big kiss *mwah!*

Chapter 1.

"Fucking, motherfucking hell," I muttered as I crouched down under my custom-built cherrywood vanity to inspect the damage I'd done to the fifteen dollar eyeshadow pan.

When I grabbed the component, the powder fell on the shaggy gray rug in a thousand little pieces, and my hope of it being okay vanished as fast as the eyeshadow crumbled to dust.

A frustrated huff of air escaped my mouth and suddenly I felt extremely lucky that I got twenty percent off everything at the makeup store where I worked. Reaching for some wet wipes, I tried to clean up the mess as fast as I could.

I smiled, glancing at myself in the full-length mirror, and let my tongue glide along the smooth, slightly sharp edges of my new fangs. Not the cheap Halloween store kind of fangs, but the kind you have to get a molding kit for and pay more money than you want to see disappear from your bank account. They looked great, realistic, and I just loved them to pieces. It was a great look with my dark red lipstick.

Ignoring the ringing of my phone, I rummaged around my jewelry box to match my tongue ring with my new matte silver nostril ring. The phone kept ringing, and it kept interrupting the music blasting through the surround system in my bedroom, so I answered it without checking the number.

"Bella."

I regretted my move the second I made it because hearing the voice of James Hunter wasn't even close to being on the bottom of my wish list.

"What do you want, cockroach?" I spat.

"Honey, please come to the show tonight. I miss you so much; you're my lucky charm." His whining was getting on my very last nerve.

"I thought Bree was your new lucky charm? It sure looked like that last month." I cringed, the visual in my head almost unbearably painful.

"That was a phase, babe. You know how it is when you're a popular musician."

I rolled my eyes. "Bye, James. Don't call me again."

Damn James and his asshat manners, thinking that because his band got a little more attention lately when they played a show that he could behave like a wannabe rockstar.

After throwing the phone in my bag, I readjusted the straps of my dress, glad that the corset style top let me get away with not wearing a bra. Fluffing up my hair, I took one last glance in the mirror at my cinched-in waist before tying the laces of my knee-length combat boots. They were my favorite pair of boots, with intricate zipper details and even a pocket I used to put my car keys in.

It was time to have some fun.

Once I'd parked my piece of crap car, I stuffed my scarf into my bag and slung it over one shoulder as I walked over to the entrance of the club.

"Isabella Swan." Demetri's gaze slid up and down my body, obviously lingering on my pushed up cleavage before making eye contact with me again.

"In the flesh," I joked, walking up to him as he threw away the butt of his cigarette.

"I thought The Hunting had a show across town tonight?" His eyes smoldered in the dim streetlight.

"Exactly."

Demetri cocked an eyebrow. Clearly, he didn't know what went down last time they had a gig.

"It's over between us, D. I caught him cheating on me with Bree while I was getting his drinks."

"Fucker. How the fuck can he be so stupid?" Demetri shook his head and leaned his head back against the brick wall, a smug smile on his face.

"Yeah, well, I guess he was a natural blond after all…" I mused.

"You here all by yourself?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Just wanted to get out of the house. Eclipse is my second home, after all." I smiled.

"Well, I'm here if you want to talk. Let's get you inside," Demetri said, bouncing himself off the wall. He was a handsome guy for sure, with his chin-length wavy black hair and dark eyes, but he didn't really do it for me.

"Sure, thanks." I ignored the hand on the small of my back and let the music envelop me as I entered the building.

I loved Eclipse, absolutely adored it. It was the biker/heavy metal enthusiast bar owned by two of my best friends: Rosalie and Emmett. The two of them met at a festival. Rose was there with me, and Kate and Emmett were there with his fellow Crazy Dudes, his biker friend group. It was love at first sight with my gothic Barbie and the burly biker. They opened the bar a few months after they got married, and they had the most amazing shows on the weekends.

"Hey, doll."

Turning my head, I smiled at the greeting. "Rose, how ya been?"

"Better now that I get to see your face again. How long has it been, like three weeks?"

"That's about right, yeah." I nodded, and before I could even order something, she placed a cranberry vodka in front of me.

"It's gore night, princess. I thought you were the master of special FX?"

I noticed she'd used some Party City silicone prosthetics on her chest and neck, imitating some kind of overly hot zombie.

My eyes widened. I totally forgot. "Oh fuck! I didn't check the group chat. I'm so sorry."

"Don't panic. Here." She placed the jar of my favorite thing ever on the bartop, making me grin widely.

Ben Nye scab blood.

"Looks like you already got the teeth figured out, now go in the back and eat your little vampire heart out." Rosalie giggled as she motioned for me to get behind the bar.

"You know me, always ready and in character." I winked and disappeared with the jar.

Every angsty teen has been there; black clothes and dark makeup. But it's a phase, right? The second I found out it wasn't was the same second people started laughing at me. I got ridiculed and bullied for being different, but it only drove me deeper into my lifestyle. The mousy brown hair turned into glossy black, and my behavior spiraled out of control. By the time I went to college, I felt lost in my own world and I didn't know what to do anymore. I was more on my own than anything else, losing myself in music and poetry and practicing my makeup skills, the only thing I was good at.

I dropped out of college quickly, transferring to a makeup artistry course by the best people in the industry. The only thing I had going for me was my parents' money. I worked, yeah, but that money was all going into my own pockets since my mother passed away, and my dad had promised her to support me in anything I wanted to do.

After my training, I volunteered for photoshoots and quickly got a job at L's, Lauren Mallory's beauty bar, where I soon earned a full-time position.

Looking for a knife in Rosalie's cutlery drawer, I broke the seal of the packaging and dug in. I strategically placed something that looked like bite marks along my neck and made the blood drizzle down my cleavage. The rest I put around the corners of my mouth for extra drama. The black smoky eyes and red lips only emphasized the look I was going for, and I was ready for a party.

"Oh, baby, that's not gore but pure sex."

My head shot up, and I met the most unusual eyes I'd ever seen. I had to give it to the guy; those were the most realistic contacts I'd ever seen, and they were blood red.

I did a double-take on mister Tall, Dark, and Ridiculously Handsome. He looked absolutely out of this world. His hair was an unusual shade in between ginger, blonde, and auburn, and he towered over me by at least two heads. The mystery man was dressed in dark jeans and a black dress shirt with the first three buttons undone. His skin looked luminous, pale, and the exposed muscles looked perfectly toned.

"I'm sorry?" I asked him. Sure, he was blunt, but would he be persistent?

"I said, that's not gore but pure sex." A little smile tugged at his full, rosy lips, and for a second I thought he might be wearing makeup.

"Who put you up as the head of the judges' table?" I chuckled. Something about this guy made me feel all giddy and weird, as though I was being drawn to him for some odd reason.

"I'm Edward. Edward Masen." He stretched his hand out to me, and I eyed it. Was this guy serious? Handshaking? What year was it, 1800?

When I shook his hand, the coolness of his skin surprised me since Rose made a big deal out of making sure the bar was always toasty warm. Maybe he rode out here on his bike without gloves? Or maybe he was just one of those people who had freakishly cold hands?

"Bella," I introduced myself.

"Yes, you absolutely are."

I almost snorted at the cheesiness of his remark but opted for rolling my eyes

So tell me, what do you think? *smiles nervously*