"Screaming Orgasm"

Britney Spears – Lace and Leather

Baby take a seat, eyes on me, this is my show
Your one and only pleasure
All decked in lace and leather
Fantasy, courtesy... on me, baby let's go
Watch me apply the pressure
All decked in lace and leather

A/N: Waiting for my laptop so I start with a new story. Been assured it will be fixed in the weekend so let's have our fingers crossed.

WARNING: Take note that this story is very different to the others I've done. Given it an M to be safe because there's mention of more mature matters. There's also the fact that Bella isn't the sweet pure Bella that we know.

Capitol Hill.

It was ten fifty two but the whole city had lit up the moment the darkness loomed over Seattle. Every single franchise brightened with the out neon colours that decorated the street.

I was only here because my baby started to act up so I dropped it off at the mechanics so I decided to go hunting for dinner.

Unfortunately, it was late and Monday night which meant that all the college girls would be studying, but I was stilling holding out hope for a lazy and naïve sorority girl who didn't care about the results. Maybe if I went to campus coffee shop or the restaurant…

My thoughts trailed off into a dull silence and my steps were halted when I picked up the most delicious scent and that one waft was enough for my fangs to extend. My gums ached as the sweet aroma strengthened and I had to whirl around.

Snapping my gaze to the other side of the street, I froze when I was met with a young girl – probably in her early twenties or maybe even late teens.

Her pale heart shaped face was framed with dark mahogany tresses which she had pulled up into a messy bun. I felt the sudden urge to cross the street and remove the hair tie and release the dark locks that were teased with burgundy highlights.

She was dressed in sheer ripped tights and a black oversized jumper that slipped off her shoulder. The black strap of her leather bag hang over her shoulder. Her small feet were tucked into black leather heeled ankle boots. Her eyes were covered with the sleek black ray bans and her expression was unfathomable as she drew in a drag of her cigarette. A small crease was formed on her forehead when her plump pink lips parted and she blew out the smoke.

I was woken from my trance when I saw her take her cigarette and angrily throw it to the side. Her sharp movements had me focusing on her snarled words, "You're pissing me off!"

She seemed frustrated about something and I found her rage quite amusing.

It seemed that the little kitten had grown claws.

"You get your money when I get my fucking bike" she hissed, leaning back onto the wall and awkwardly using one hand to fumble through her black bag.

I found myself frowning when I watched her pull out another cigarette but made no move to light it up as she continued to shout at the person on the other end. "Fuck you" she finalised and hang up before stuffing the phone into her bag.

She sighed angrily again and the sound scared one of the passers-by. The girl just growled and flickered the lighter, bringing it closer to the cigarette between her full pink lips.

When leaning back with an almost serene face, I watched as her chest rose and fell with each deep breath taken. I watched how she uncrossed her legs when releasing another breath. She removed her sunglasses but her eyes had fluttered to a close before I could see what colour they were.

My gaze then trailed up to her relaxed features and I felt the corner of my lips tug up into a simile with the picturesque scene.

I wanted her.

She was going to be lucky enough to be my meal tonight.

I was about to take a step towards my prey but my growl was caught in my throat when her wide coffee-brown eyes locked with mine.

For a few seconds, we simply stood there, staring at each other and I wished I could tell what she was thinking.

Most girls would have crossed and said hi to me by now – even the shy ones would at least send a flirty smile or giggle and wave. However, this one simply stared – actually she watched and scrutinised, almost like she was trying to read through me.

I wasn't sure that I liked that.

Something made her snap and she blinked, whipping her head around and the movement made the atmosphere shift and the air was marked with her intoxicating scent. I waited until she had cut a corner before hastily running after her.

Sure, I could have chased another meal but there was something about her…

Probably the fact that her blood was the sweetest I had ever tasted.

Which explained why I practically drooled when she stepped into an alleyway, making this situation very easy.

"Perfect" I whispered with an anticipating grin.

I heard her steps halt and craned my head, only to see her open a door and step inside. The clacking of her heels dulling as the door closed in after her.

With a grimace, I glanced behind me and when I found no sign, I whipped back around and followed after her – her blood. As I drew closer to the rusted door, I could hear the slow, sensual and seductive music pumping from inside.

A club maybe?

Taking hold of the handle, I flung the door open and the music grew louder – almost deafening.

Instead of taking in my surroundings, I searched for the delectable looking brunette and when I found her, I smirked and my body began to make my way towards her. However, I was stopped when a large hand was pressed onto my

Hitching an eyebrow, I contemplated over snapping the guys' neck but upon hearing the chattering and finally noticing the crowded room, I took a deep breath to relax myself and finally looked at the culprit.

"$10 admission"

Instead of the large burly guy holding me down answering me, it was a thinner and less intimidating guy who was shrouding himself inside a booth.

"Excuse me?" I questioned, still somewhat dazed.

He leaned on the glass and looked me over before repeating, "$10 admission"

My thoughts were all too consumed of the pretty brunette who had now disappeared from my line of sight. Annoyed and frustrated, I subconsciously handed him he first dollar bill I got a hold of and passed it to him while my gaze travelled across the room in search for the familiar beaut- face.

"11.00 on the dot" the guy wearing too much eyeliner called to me and when I acknowledged him he flashed me a grin, "I'm guessing you're here for Bell"

The knowing glint in his eyes had me wondering who this Bell was.

Could it be the pretty young brunette?

When I didn't say anything, the guy shouted for someone, "Angel!"

A girl dressed in a red skimpy leather dress that clung to her skin strode over to me with a flirtatious look as she licked her lips. "Mmm…fresh meat" she winked and looped her arm around mine.

Taking in her attire, I swept over the room, finally taking in my surroundings. It was when I took note of the lack of women in the so-called club, the dark room with burgundy lighting and the large stage which held up several silver poles, that I realised where I was.

My eyes fell back to the one named 'Angel' and I mentally shrugged and accepted her hand with my own smirk. "Well hello there" my hooded gaze fell from her eyes and to her discernible cleavage.

Can't blame a guy for appreciating the sights.

"What can I get you sugar?" she murmured, once I took my seat on the booth she had led me to.

I leaned across the table and trained my eyes onto his, "What do you recommend?"

"Oh I will take good care of you…" her fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh as she brushed her lips to my ear. "I'll get you my favourite drink"

Making women swoon was what I knew and after 100 years, it was a natural instinct. "What would that be?" I purred, moving my fingers up her bare arms and making her shiver which only made me smile knowingly.

"Screaming orgasm" she boldly replied

I moved back so our noses were only inches apart. "Sounds delicious"

She gasped and straightened up, taking a deep breath to calm the rapid beating of her heart. "Be right back gorgeous"

Her words helped my ego and I decided that I would leave Mystic Falls behind and relax tonight. Maybe she and Bell/my mystery brunette would come back to the hotel with me where they would spend the night, helping me…unwind.

Falling back onto the booth, I stretched my arms behind me and looked towards the scarlet velvet curtains that may or may not be concealing my mystery brunette.

My screaming orgasm arrived and Angel set it down slowly so I could get a good look at her once again. I could tell she wanted to stay for little bit longer but sadly, she was called away.

With her disappearance, I reached out for my drink but the cold glass rim only grazed my lip briefly, as I caught the brief movement of the curtains and picked up mystery girl's voice. "You are so bad" she even giggled a little and I fleetingly revelled at the short but very sweet sound.

I followed the sound and caught a glimpse of her behind the end of the curtain. However, her form was covered when a half-naked girl with a coal black hair and dark emerald eyes who was then applying a bright red lipstick, all the while scanning the club.

When her eyes found mine, they widened and she spun around, both of them disappearing from my sight but I could still hear them.

"Check out tall dark and handsome, table 6" the girl who'd seen me squealed.

I heard her footsteps before I saw her face emerge from the shadowed part of backstage. I only saw a flash of her because she was gone again and I chuckled when I heard her strained voice croak, "He's alright"

"Alright, you're either high or drunk to be blind to such sexiness" the other girl helped in rebuilding my ego. She then emerged again but sadly without y mystery girl. The green eyes stared back at me and she sent a wink which I returned, making her squeal. "Ooh and he's in Armani - has to be a big tipper" she added and I rolled my eyes as I drank the vodka and licked the cream off my lips.

"Bell, centre pole today" some male said. Just hearing the name had my interest piqued and my back straightening so I could get a good look. Nonetheless, none of it helped so I replied on my hearing, "Now get out there and shine" the man added and I wondered who it could be.

The next sound I heard was a cluster of giggles which was accompanied with a few squeals and tittering of heels.

Everyone had fallen silent and like the other sleazy men in the club, I had my gaze trained onto the stage with a strange eagerness burning in me as I gripped the glass in anticipation.

Finally the red curtains parted...

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