This is utterly random. I have no idea what I was thinking when I created this.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Twilight. That honour goes to Stephenie Meyer

Bella's POV

Everyone knows a full moon will affect people; awaking werewolves and stirring restlessness in the strangest of humans. However, no one ever seems to think of it's affects on the vampire community. The truth is; it does affect us. Very much so.

The full moon induces the most alluring side of vampires. For example; humans have deemed the term vampire as a metaphor for dangerous seduction. I think that just comes from the myths of male vampires capturing young women and draining them. Often you hear these rumours. While back 400 years ago that may have been true, these days we're more tempered and in control. Except, of course, for nights with full moons.

A full moon will make us wild, rampant, and more than a little devious. We use seduction to capture our pray and the moon's light increases that power. More moonlight means more seduction.

Most of us just hide and wait for the moon to wane. However, here in New York, some enjoy the intimate thrill and gather in an abandoned warehouse. We use our seduction on each other and end up in our beds with a partner by morning.

But, maybe I should start at the beginning. When I was first turned, I had to run from my home in Forks because it would be just too complicated to stay. There was no way to explain my sudden differences to Charlie or Reneé and Edward's family had disappeared at the same time I was turned. So, unable to be near my parents and without my vampire boyfriend, I was left to deal with my vampirism on my own.

I fed on animals instead of humans, just like the Cullens, and I journeyed all over the place on foot. While travelling, I hid from the sun when humans were near and kept myself solitary until I was able to control my 'blood-lust.'

Soon, I ended up in New York. A 200 year old vampire named David took me in and helped me get on my feet. He bought me an apartment and got me a job as a night-working private investigator by the name of Isabella Cullen. I chose the name, of course. Partly to hold onto my human memories and partly to alert the Cullens that I was still around.

Everything seemed fine. Until, that is, David invited me to the 'Full-Moon Warehouse.'

"Come on Bella," he said using my human name, "You'll love it."

"But-" I started.

"But what?"

"But it's unfaithful to Edward."

He sighed. I had told him of my human life and the vampire I was to marry. Although David could relate to a degree, he was a playboy at heart and could never fully understand my feelings.

"I just don't feel right about it."

"It's not like you have to go with someone. You can just stay at the sidelines. There are a lot of women who just go to watch."

"Well. . ."

"Please Bella. I need you! For. . .um, moral support!"

I smirked at him, "Lack of moral support has never stopped you before."

He smiled, flashing his fangs, and whined, "Come on!"

I sighed submissively, seeing that he wasn't going to let up, "Fine! I'll go."

He smiled and grabbed my hand, "I promise. You'll love it."

I groaned.

Just before midnight. . .

The warehouse was run down and ugly-looking but many vampires were entering it's doors. David pulled me in. It was dark inside (well, by human standards) and the men and women were spread out talking. The moonlight won't take a full hold unless we're standing in it and the windows were all covered.

"We're going to wait until everyone is here," David explained, "Then we'll uncover the windows and begin."

"How does this go?" I asked curious.

He smiled, "When the windows are uncovered and we let the moonlight. . .stimulate us, we let our vamprisim take over."

"So, we just run and press ourselves up against someone?" My voice dripped with sarcasm.

He laughed, "No, we go by scents. Some of the women will stand by and some of the men will stand by. The rest move around until we find a scent we like. However, there can be more than one following a certain scent. I've seen some interesting fights over partners."

"I see. What happens after you find someone?"

"Once you find someone, you leave and take them home. Or, they take you home. It's usually the woman's choice."

I murmured a vague understanding and looked around. Most of the vampires were New York natives but I could smell that some were outsiders. New York vampires carried a particular scent that branded them as New Yorkers. I always found it a little weird that I could tell the origin of a vampire by their smell and I almost giggled at it.

I noticed the clothing everyone was wearing. Men were either shirtless or had their shirts unbuttoned and women wore clothing revealing as much skin as possible. Teasing was the word you'd think of if you saw it. I analyzed myself. I was completely adorned in black. According to David, my jeans hugged my hips and my shirt was modest yet teasingly tempting. I didn't really think so. The hem of my shirt passed my hips with only one long sleeve. Maybe it was the fact that my left shoulder and arm were bare that provoked David's comment.

Suddenly, a commotion started. David smiled, "It's time." He turned to me, "We have to spread out. Why don't you stand by one of the support pillars? If someone tries to partner with you, just walk away. They'll move on."

"O-Okay." I walked to a nearby metal pillar and leaned against it. A small knot of fear twisted in my stomach. Even though I knew I was strong enough to turn down someone, my life as a vampire spanned only one year and old fears die hard.

Silver light poured into the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up. The roof of the warehouse was glass and the moon shone upon us. I felt an urge to close my eyes. I did and felt something stir. A strong sexual desire ignited like fire inside me. I opened my eyes and looked around. Everything was different. It all seemed so much more significant and detailed. Like I was high.

I stepped forward. Everyone was moving now and seemed to be in a daze. Fights started to break out. Screeching and hissing rang through the place. I looked on passively. No one had noticed me and my suddenly strong vampiric side seemed disappointed at that.

I observed how the fights broke out over those who stayed still. My inner vampire decided I should stay still too and my body obeyed. Then, I saw how some were already pleasuring their mates. Hands and lips roaming over ivory skin and low growls and moans leaving needy throats.

I shuddered. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be doing this. I should stay faithful to Edward. I love him and none of the men in this room. I was engaged to him for Pete's sake! However, I couldn't move. I couldn't bring myself to leave.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around me from behind. I gasped and was very aware of my sudden arousal. The arms were iron-like and I felt utterly defenceless against their grip. They pinned my own arms against my sides and limited my movement. The man that held me was very strong. We breathed in. I caught his scent. It was foreign. He wasn't from New York.

I guess we're going to my place then, said my inner vampire.

He removed one of his arms and brushed my hair back to expose my skin. I sighed in ecstasy as his lips touched the junction between my neck and shoulder.

Oh God, I thought distantly. I tried to think of Edward and bring myself to deny him but I couldn't. I was helpless, and oh did his lips feel good!

A low growl rose from his chest. He was asserting dominance; trying to tell me he was in control. I growled back at him; warning him that I wasn't a push-over. I wasn't going to be dominated.

He was surprised by my response but chuckled softly and submitted. The doors opened. It was time to leave. He dragged me outside. From there, I lead him to my car and drove us to my apartment.

At Bella's apartment building. . .

It was obvious the moonlight was still affecting us as the elevator moved. Thank God no one was using the elevator. Not that embarrassment would stop me or him from our kissing and touching. He tasted sweet and his hands were skillful as they massaged my ribs and back.

I could tell he still wanted to be in control but I was having none of that. I placed my hands on his waist and ground my hips hard against his own. A shivering moan left him and he faltered. I smiled through the kiss at his loss of control.

A feral growl left him, and I was suddenly against the wall. He pinned me with his body and buried his face in my neck and shoulder. He kissed and sucked on my skin, causing me to moan deeply.

The elevator stopped. This was my floor. I pushed him back and brought him to my apartment. As soon as we entered, he pulled my back against his chest. His hand rubbed my arm and he kissed my neck. Then he forced me to my room, only knowing where it was because of the open door.

He kicked the door closed and I let myself fall onto the bed, pulling him on top of me. We both growled at the feel of travelling hands and non-stop kisses.

I started to pant, trying to take in his scent. It was so familiar but I couldn't place the location. Suddenly, his cold hands vaulted up my shirt. I gasped in shock and pleasure. Although I was as cold as he was, a year isn't long enough to get used to the cold touch.

He unclasped my ebony bra and pulled it and my shirt off. He raised himself and took in the view of my exposed flesh. His unabashed stares should have embarrassed me but I was took preoccupied by his appearance. He wore a black shirt that opened to a perfect marble chest and black jeans that hung loosely on his hips. But, what really caught my attention was his eyes. They were a pale grey. So pale that they looked like they were colourless. I was so captivated by them that I didn't even take in the rest of his facial features.

He looked back up at me and crashed his lips to my own. His hands ran up my sides to cup and massage my breasts. I shivered and let a low growl escape my throat. Almost like a purr.

He copied my 'purr' and deepened the kiss. Our tongues battled as I moved to slide his shirt off his shoulders. He shrugged it off and moved his hips against mine, paying me back for my action in the elevator.

I moaned and bucked my hips against him. A laugh left him and he slipped his hands into the back of my jeans. I suddenly wanted them off and it was obvious he did too. We unbuttoned each other's jeans and threw them to some distant area of my room.

We were left in only our underwear now. He slid his hands across my skin and lowered his weight onto me. I wrapped one leg around his waist and kissed him, wanting to taste him again.

Then, he did something I never expected. He dry humped me. I felt the rub of fabric on fabric and tore my mouth from his with moan. His hands grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. He trailed kisses along my jaw and down to my neck. I kissed his shoulder since it was the only thing available to me.

He continued to dry hump me and I felt a pent-up sensation between my legs. It kept growing. Suddenly, a small amount of it released and, in the course of a passionate burst, I sank my fangs into the junction of his neck and shoulder. He gave a strangled cry and I felt him twitch between my legs. I had almost made him come.

His hands slid down my arms, sides, and stopped at my underwear. I lowered my own arms to his boxers and made way to pull them off. He pulled off my underwear and positioned himself between my legs. I got ready; I wrapped my other leg around his waist and placed my hands on his shoulders.

He entered me slowly and gently, as if trying not to hurt me. I thought there might be pain. I had broken my hymen years ago in a combination of horseback riding and self-defence lessons but I was still a virgin. However, no pain came or, if there was any, the cold from our bodies destroyed it. I only felt overwhelming pleasure.

He was warm. At least, warmer than the rest of his body and I found that I loved the feeling of him inside me. He withdrew a little then pushed back in. Out then in. Out then in. He continued with each thrust becoming faster and harder. My body instinctively matched his thrusts and we both began to pant; taking in the scent of each other. I moaned as I felt the pent-up sensation again. Only, it didn't relieve itself. It just kept building and building. A growl came from his throat and I knew the feeling was mutual.

His head was next to my ear and I could feel his breath on my shoulder. Everything began to change. I felt a strong need inside me and I saw his veins. Although they were still, they were still tempting. Unable to control myself, I bit down on his skin again. However, he did the same thing. The seduction in our bites made us both come.

Everything exploded into shimmering flames. I arched my back against him, tore my mouth from his shoulder, and cried out in rapture. I felt my walls tighten around him as he cried out too. His mouth hit mine and we swallowed our cries. A cold, slick liquid entered me and my own juices mixed with it.

We stopped, coming from the high slowly. He left me and lay down beside me. Vampires never get tired but we don't rush things. I turned and cuddled against him, putting my head under his chin. He hugged me.

Now, was the wait. We wouldn't truly be ourselves until the moon had set and that wasn't going to be for a little while yet. My shoulder began to throb a little but the wound had already healed itself. My mind drifted slowly to Edward. I suddenly felt extremely guilty. I hadn't been faithful to him. I let another into my bed and take my virginity. I had always planned to give that to him! Plus, he was my future husband!

I felt like I should cry but tears wouldn't come. What kind of person was I?

Oh God, I thought, Edward I'm so sorry.

I closed my eyes and willed time to go faster. Just so I could get rid of this guy and put this behind me. I put my mind on Edward; remembering his half smile, his personality, the way he used to hold me while I slept, and the lullaby he hummed for me.

My will must've been strong because, when I opened my eyes again, it was daylight. The sun made the body in front of me shimmer and sparkle. I sighed.

"Is something wrong?" he asked kindly.

I froze with a sharp gasp. I knew that voice anywhere. I pushed back and looked into his face, "Edward!"

"Bella!"

Weird, I know. . .Edward's point of view is the next chapter. By the way, the parts about the P.I. work and pale eyes were things I picked up from the TV show Moonlight.