Bella POV

I sat in front of the mirror and couldn't help smile at my nearly glowing topaz eyes. My hair framed my face perfectly; curly and smooth with a sweet chocolate brown color that shined in the light. It was twisted half up behind me and pinned simply. My face was naturally pale and only tonight my make-up was done in purple and black, bringing out my eyes even more as I sat there, examining my reflection.

My lips were a dark bloody red, that shined with gloss and I kissed a napkin to fade it a little so it didn't stand out so much. I had to admit I looked gorgeous right now if a little skimpy. My dress hugged my body perfectly and revealed most of my flawless body. Normally I would have felt uncomfortable in such a thing but I'd grown use to my body now and the dress, if it can be called that really, complimented my every curve. It was nearly see-through but so dark and laced you couldn't tell from the audience unless the light hit me just right.

I turned from the mirror and smiled at the door, "don't hide from me Damien it's rude," I reprimanded him playfully and suddenly the air shimmered for a moment and twisted until it formed into a solid shape. Damien. I'd heard his thoughts when he came in through the wall, and he realized too late that I'd heard him. "You look gorgeous, beautiful," he sighed as he stepped forward and took my hand in his, kissing it softly and I smiled.

If I could have blushed I might have just then, but it was thanks to Damien that I looked like this now. Yeah, that was right. He'd turned me into a vampire. We met up when I was about nineteen and he was twenty-three, or by appearance anyways. I was singing at a club as usual and when I got off stage I immediately realized what he was. We'd got to talking and I realized that wasn't the only reason he spoke with me. He wanted to hire me to work for his new label, 'Demon Productions.' Ironic name really seeing as the man who ran the company truly was a demon.

I stood up and he wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me, breathing deeply even though he didn't need to. You still smell as wonderful as you did when I first found you," he whispered against my neck, kissing it softly. I shivered with delight as he kissed his way up my neck until his lips met mine.

They connected in a fiery passion and I felt him lick my bottom lip, nicking it with his teeth as he waited for entrance which I happily supplied. Our tongues snaked around each other, old friends by now and every action was habit after that.

I felt us moving for a moment until my back pressed up against the wall and I was lifted up higher, my legs wrapped around his waist to keep me steady though he supported me with one 

of his hands pressed against the small of my back as the other held the back of my neck, keeping me in place.

I on the other hand had one arm wrapped around the back of his neck, tangled in his hair as the other one snaked around his waist, un-tucking his shirt as it wandered underneath, tracing random patterns on his taught skin. He was cold to the touch but I barely noticed since I was about the same temperature again. My hand tangled in his hair tugged though and I heard him growl as he pressed me against the wall with the full force of his body, every curve molding to fit his body perfectly.

Abruptly though, I heard someone clear their throat from the door and I growled as I broke away from the kiss though Damien's lips didn't leave my body, he simply began kissing his way down my neck again as I glared at whoever interrupted us. "Can it wait?" I asked hotly, I'd been enjoying myself after all. "We're in the middle of something as you can see Elizabeth," I sighed as Damien ran his tongue along my collar bone, oblivious to our audience of one.

"I'm sorry Bella," she apologized mechanically, topaz eyes meeting mine, "but some interesting guests have decided to attend tonight's concert and I thought you'd like to know," she beamed. Obviously she wouldn't have interrupted me if it wasn't important and as to who these guests were I was quite curious as to why they would seem so important. "Fine," I conceded with a pout and disentangled myself from Damien fluidly as he stopped with his own pout clear on his face. I listened in to his thoughts as he spoke to me, 'and we were just getting to the good part too.' He whined and I giggled, he could be so childish sometimes.

In truth if you asked anyone if we were mates after this little scene they'd probably say we were, but we weren't. Not even close. There was no love between, other than friendly affection. What drove us to each other like now though was pure unadulterated, lust. We lusted for each other but didn't have any harrying emotions like love to weigh us down or distract us. We did what we wanted and got together if we felt like it, there was nothing tying us to each other. I simply adored the simplicity of it. I could make out with him, but didn't have to worry about him hurting me since it was only lust behind the reasons. So, the correct answer to the question would actually be something like 'friends with benefits,' I suppose. We each knew where stood on the scale with each other and were fine with just that.

That wasn't saying each other we didn't get along or anything, in fact we were really close anyways, spending centuries with each other and not being able to sleep does that to people. We were close friends through everything and the scene in the dressing room only happened occasionally.

Obviously I'd changed a lot since I was turned. I could think about all of the Cullen's without even flinching now. They'd gone their separate way after my seventeenth birthday and I never 

got word of them since then. It stung at first and that was when I first started singing to express myself and after a while starting making a name for myself in the music scene. A couple years later Damien got wind of an unsigned new artist working the clubs and searched me out, offering me a job at his new label. After that, Isabella White as I'd chosen for my name was on every station. Her lyrics cutting deep, to the teens and adults alike, both of them able to relate to her words.

Tonight was my first live concert after the release of my first CD and we were packed full, completely sold out in only a couple of days. I was on top of the charts as the world's most popular artist. Of course though, my identity was a secret. Every picture taken of me was mysteriously blurred beyond recognition and no one could ever find any background info on me either. The posters of my concert too, teased people.

A single perfectly pale hand gripping an orchid that dripped blood onto the words, 'White Snow,' the name of my first album and my concert. Tonight though, they would all see my face up on that stage smiling out at them, and then from the CD of my new single, 'Walked Away'.

I leaned against Damien as he snaked his arm around my waist, now it was just a supportive gesture, we'd had years to work this all out. As we walked out of the room though, I sifted through Liz's thoughts quickly, trying to figure out who it was. I hit the right spot finally and gasped. She looked back at me in a grimace, "they wanted to see how you were doing," she shrugged, "I can't just say no to the Volturi."

I sighed, rubbing my temples as I walked into the room, "hell Aro, Jane." I greeted, looking up at the papery faced man with Jane beside him. "Ah, Bella," he grinned, his eyes crinkling in amusement. "You have become a fine vampire indeed," he nodded.

I had many powers and occasionally he dropped by or sent someone to see me, still trying to get me to join them. I always refused though I had no problem helping out sometimes with my abilities. When I glanced at Jane though she was as stubborn as ever, smiling at me and for a second I felt a tingle in my head and I grinned back. She cried out as I turned her power back on her. "It's not polite to try torture your guests you know," I giggled and released her abilities as she glared at me. I now had the ability to turn anyone's power back on them now and frequently used it to reprimand Jane for always checking to see if her power worked on me yet.

"How can I help you other than joining your coven Aro?" I asked getting directly to the point and he chuckled. "I only wished to wish you luck in your first concert, see what all the fuss is about," he said waving his hands around us, at everyone scurrying around for any last minute things before the concert. I nodded, deciding to accept this for now, "thank you Aro, but I must ask that you refrain from feeding off of any of my fans if you please," I told him though I was fully prepared to back it up if need be.

My own coven as of now consisted of me, able to turn powers against the user as well as immunity and could read minds. Damien, he had invisibility and could absorb powers through touch though only for awhile. Elizabeth was like my own daughter, I'd turned her myself and she'd stuck with us. She could manipulate people to do what she wanted with her voice, like hypnotism, which was why she made an excellent stage manager. As if on cue, Zach walked in as well. He could manipulate things around him, a sort of telekinesis if you will to move things with his mind. Of course with that I had him on props so he could move the heavy things himself.

This about summed up my little main coven of course. "You're on in thirty minutes," Zach announced nodding at Aro and Jane simply. "I'm ready," I nodded, smoothing out my dress as much as I could and getting a, "you look perfect," from Liz and an enthusiastic agreeing nod from Zach as well as a reassuring squeeze on my side from where Damien held me.

I grinned up and looked at Damien, standing back and burst out laughing. He looked at me for a moment, confused. "You don't," I giggled. His hair was dishelved and half of his shirt un-tucked, a few buttons undone as well. Everyone else noticed and grinned too, Jane remaining obstinate. "Well whose fault is that?" he asked me and pecked me on the lips. I just shrugged, "you started it."

I took a deep breath to let all the scents overwhelm me for a moment, I felt a bit nervous performing in front of such a large crowd but excited as well. I could smell the blood from outside the stage, people arriving by now to get to their seats and probably check out the vendors though the single wouldn't be on sale until the concert was over. It would be so much fun to sing for these for these people. I was sold out already and it was my first concert, which kind of surprised me. The fact that I knew all these people supported me only made me more excited.

Still I brought myself back to earth as I looked at Damien again and tugged on his hand, "c'mon I urged. If your announcing my appearance, you need to look like you weren't on the verge of having sex with me first," I laughed and heard chuckles from behind me as I pulled him away. "Too bad you're on in thirty, this won't be any fun," he pouted and I grinned, "What exactly do you think we're doing?" I asked when I opened the door. I didn't really need to ask though, I knew how he was and if I was as right as I normally am I would be against the wall again in about four seconds. After a flash of movement though I took it back, I was on the couch in three. He was pushing up my dress rather than risk tearing it from the top and kissing me softly, at the hollow of my neck as I worked at his buttons on the shirt. We wouldn't do anything too bad, just a little fun. Of course though just because it wasn't serious didn't mean I didn't enjoy it. How could I not enjoy his touch when it made me shiver with pleasure, it's just that's all it 

was, love with no strings attached. Sometimes though, I think lust is just as good in a situation like this.