And The Dream Lives Ch1

YolandaFriella: I wrote Edwards Point of View!!!

RenellaCullen: I wrote Bella's Point of View!!!

Bella POV.

I think back to in high school, I was not what you called normal. I sat alone at lunch, had no friends, and my best friend was my old teddy bear. I wore cloths too big for me because I was constantly picked on by the boys. They would tell me to "Peel off the shirt and show some curves", and also their favorite, "Hey bitch". I remember the guy that called me that. Edward Cullen. He was the Quarterback, and the man of my dreams. Until he started noticing things about me.

I have to admit, I was the outcast, most unpopular girl in school. I got teased by the guys, and the occasional girls, saying they "wanted to schedule a blow-job" that strikes me as kinda weird.

I blame myself on them, I skipped school just to avoid them. I fell behind in school and finally gave up. I quit, I was about to check out of my life too, until I found my job.

I lost the baggy cloths, and the guys were right. I have a good body! Long, tanned legs, small waist, big chest. What more could a guy want?

So back to me, the stripper, I constantly am stared at the whole town. The police chef's goody-goody daughter turned bad. They blame him for my faults, no one but I and my once was class know the real reasons. The sexual assaults from the Cullen boys, especially Edward.

Ah Edward, no one knows his little secret but I. He has a dark side, very dark and deep. He is the guy, that with one look he can seduce you and pull you into his trance. The long, lanky, pale, muscular, hunk of a man is beyond gorgeous

At least until I fell under his spell one day. It was about a week ago, I was working and I looked out to see what local perverts were watching my show tonight. . . Up in the front I saw someone I never expected to see. Sitting right there up front, was the wealthy aristocrat staring at me. Of course, it's the Hawaiian themed night. I'm wearing a coconut bra, thong, and a grass skirt, and that's it.

If you think you were ever embarrassed when you got picked up for prom, and your mom takes out the baby photos, well multiply that feeling by five…five thousand. The guy in the front row was my high school stalker, almost rapier. I could see Edward was already tipsy. It was what, only five minutes, into my performance? Was I really that bad tonight? My pole was slick and cold. Like his heart.

Other than him, it was the same few people. I started to do the hula on my 6 inch platform stilettos, when Edward jumped up on stage with me. My immediate response was to hop on my pole, away from the drunken loon. I got on the pole and was doing my favorite long twirl down when Edward came up and lifted me away, off into the night in his fancy Volvo.

Edward POV

"Mr. Cullen would you like some coffee with that?" Rhianna asked, getting a silver mug ready to fill with the warm, substance.

"No, I don't drink that stuff." I said, not really hearing what she was saying. I leaned forward in my chair and looked across the pile of papers scattered on my desk, wondering where to start. These were currently all my employees salaries, and I had to figure out how much to pay them a day. Talk about a long day of work today. Right now I had more than a hundred people working for me, and more than half of them had a family to support. I rubbed my forehead and sighed, pondering on how long this was going to take.

"Are you sure?" My intern asked, her eyes staring nervously into mine. Usually I was nice to her since she just graduated from college and this was her first job. However, I certainly wasn't in the mood to debate over coffee this morning. "I can run and get you some. You look worn out you know."

"Yes I think I would know how I look," I snapped, making her bite her lower lip. I glanced up through the blurring words to see her silent, her hands shaking. Poor girl, probably trying to support herself and just to gain some money. And here I was, being the mean, evil boss. I gave a empathetic sigh, and put down my metal pen back on the table. I felt guilty for snapping at her for I've been her in place when I started out, and I was overjoyed right now just to be out of it.

"I'm sorry about that," I muttered, leaning on my elbows on the table. I crossed my long, lanky legs, and gave her an almost affectionate stare. Sadly, she took it for granted once again. I guess I was a pretty good looking adult now, since all the women looked like they just pissed their pants when I looked at them. Weird, right? "I am having an awful morning today, which is no excuse. I simply don't drink anything in this early in the morning, for I don't grow and appetite until around noon. Thank you for asking, though."

"It's all right," She gushed, overly excited again. I held in a tempted sigh, for she always had to do this. "I completely understand about the awful day. We all have those off days you know. I totally understand. Like last week-"

I had to cut her off, "I am sorry, but if you will let me me get back to work I will be most happy."

Rhianna smiled like she knew she rambled- again. "Oh, okay. Call me if you need anything!"

I gave her my well known crooked smile, and she blushed heavily. Walking away, I finally let my frown regrow on my face like a mask and looked back down at the papers. Picking up the cursed pencil, I began to work on the dreaded papers in front of me.

FLASHBACK:

"Hey bitch!" I shouted, all the way across the parking lot. Jasper, next to me, snickered wildly. I smirked from the other students laughing, and Bella turned to look over her shoulder. She looked curious for a moment, but when she saw it was me, her brown eyes saddened for a moment.

"Yes?" She asked, quietly. I seriously had to strain my ears to catch what she was saying, and it took my awhile to get it.

My smirk grew wider as I caught up with her. "I heard you do a good blowjob," I sneered, wrapping my arm around her small form. She stiffened instantly, with wide, innocent eyes. "How bout I schedule an appointment this afternoon?"

I heard Jasper and Emmett laugh in the background, merely watching the scene.

"What do you mean?" She whispered, with almost fear apparent in her eyes.

I leaned down to whisper in her ear, "What I mean is, after school why don't you and I get a good fuck?"

She cringed a little, and I smirked wider to wrap her tighter to me. "Don't be shy, sexy," I purred, and I watched with satisfaction as she blushed. "You don't know what you're missing."

"Please leave me alone," She begged, eyes darting around. I looked up to see people watching, some laughing, and some shaking their heads but with grins on their faces. "I didn't do anything to you."

"How about this," I suddenly snapped, shoving her away. She fell onto her ass, making me laugh from her clumsiness. "Why don't you go get a fucking boyfriend and leave this school? Seriously, it would do us some good if you left. You set a dreadful example for the freshment. You are filth, and you disgust me."

I watched with anger as tears filled her eyes, and I narrowed my eyes. She stared up at me from her thick lashes, but I held no pity. Her father was a bastard, and he arrested me for punching Jacob Black when he came onto my property. I don't care if all he was doing was taking a walk, he can go jump off a cliff for all I care.

"I would fucking punch you right now," I warned, my voice shaking. I remembered vividly what Carlisle did to me when he heard I got arrested. He didn't even come to bail me out.

"If you ever get in trouble my the government," I remembered him saying over the phone, "don't come crying to me. I honestly don't want anything to do with someone going against our government. It's your problem."

"Now get out of my sight," I hissed, kicking the ground before her to make her flinch back. She raised her hands to shield her face, and I laughed right in her face. "You ugly piece of shit. Go fuck your dad, bitch."

With a cry, Bella stood up and ran down the street. My friends and I both laughed at how she ran, just like the pathetic girl she was.

And that was the last time I saw Isabella Swan come to school.

END FLASHBACK:

"I hope you have a better day," Rhianna said sweetly, holding the door open for me. I followed behind her, carrying the keys with me.

"Thank you."

"Do you need help locking up?"

"No."

I looked up to see her still standing there, looking slightly nervous. I lifted one eyebrow to show her a confused look, and she twirled a light curl with her index finger.

"Can I help you?" I asked, wondering what she wanted. If she thought she was going to get a promotion then she was dead wrong.

"Well, yes," She mumbled, and I turned around to lock the door. "I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime."

What the hell?

I would've dropped the keys and stared at her in horror if I wasn't usually so calm lately. However, I did give her a baffled look.

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious.

"Like, I heard of this one place in town and all....." She said, really nervous. "And it always helps me with my problems and all. So, I thought that since you were having a bad day- maybe you would like to come with me."

"That's very considerate of you," I admitted, inhaling deeply. "However, I would like to remind you that I am currently 22 years old. So I would like to remind you of that."

She blushed again, looking down. "I know that, and I also know I am only 17 years old. Maybe, I was wondering, if we can go as friends?"

Should I take her as a friend, or would that ruin the position myself with her? Do bosses normally take their interns out places?

I thought for it a moment, and finally nodded. "All right. When would you like to do it?"

"How about tonight?"

"What time?"

"Um, meet me here around seven perhaps?"

"Fine."

"Good day, Mr. Cullen," She said, beaming. I smiled back at her excitment, proud of making someone so happy over me. However, I knew I didn't deserve it. I've made so many mistakes in my life it wasn't funny. If someone paid me a penny for all the mistakes I made, I'd be even ricker than I was now. "I look forward to seeing you tonight."

"Thank you, Rhianna." I said, nodding formally. She turned to walk off into the parking lot, but this time, with a bounce in her step.

When she was off in the distance, I sighed heavily. I remembered all the horrible things I did when I was younger, and I instantly felt guilty. I did so many things, from pranks to talking back to the teachers.

However, the worst thing I ever did was torment one girl so bad she quit school.

I forgot her name, though.

I shrugged, and walked towards my car. From my stronger than human sight, I caught sight of my silver Volvo in the distance. Lets just say I can see way better than other people.

I'm a vampire.

Shocking, isn't it? Yeah, I know. I've actually been a vampire for awhile now, ever since the 1900's. I actually hate the fact that I can't run normally, which would look inhuman to a regular human. I always had to hold back in my abilities, especially with sports. Maybe that's why so many women liked me, because I was something they've never seen.

"Excuse me, sir?" I looked to my right to see a small, dirty looking girl looking up at me. I saw the blood flowing from her visible vein in her neck, which was partly covered in thick, dark dirt. I stared down at her, shocked I didn't notice her before. Her wide innocent eyes reminded me of that girl, and if I had a heart, I would've felt some hurt in it.

"Yes?" I asked, looking down at her still.

"I can't find my mother," She said in a small, frightened voice. My eyes softened at the sight of the tears in her childish eyes.

"I can help you," I said softly, kneeling in front of her, "what is your name?"

"I cannot tell you," She said, like it was obvious. "Mother said not to tell strangers my name."

"Well my name is Edward," I said gently, smiling. "Are we strangers now?"

She giggled, shaking her head. "I guess not."

"Well if you don't want to tell me your name it is all right," I said in a comforting tone, standing up. I looked around, scanning the area for a frantic looking mother. Sadly, I found nothing.

"I'm sorry," She said, but said nothing else.

"What does your mother look like?" I asked.

"She has bright hair," The girl said, eyes wide. "And was wearing a bright, red dress."

I walked ahead of the girl, looking around. My eyes caught nothing of a woman with those features, and I frowned. Honestly, I had no time for any of this. I needed to get home and do some more papers, then get ready to go out with Rhianna. Maybe that can lighten up my mood and all.

"Sierra," I turned around to find a woman with blonde hair rushign forward to wrap the little girl in a hug. I almost smiled from the sight. "Are you okay?"

"I am fine, mommy."

"Don't you ever do that again," She scolded gently, pulling away to cup the girls face in her hands. I watched the sight with tender eyes, seeing the mother's love for her daughter right there.

Then, she turned to look at me.

"Did you touch her?" She shouted, pulling her daughter behind her.

I gaped, too shocked to say anything.

"I've heard of people like you," She continued. "Dirty men taking advantage of children like my daughter. Lets just say that you will have nothing to do that if I caught you laying a hand on my daughter."

"I was helping her!" I insisted, almost blushing from the thought of doing that to a little child. Too bad I couldn't blush, since what I was.

"Liar," She said, shaking her head. "Leave me alone!" Then she backed away like I was a monster, and I stared in horror.

That's how that girl used to look at me.

I then turned to leave, wondering what I did to deserve this.

I did deserve it- all of it.

THAT NIGHT

Dressed in casual jeans and a loose t-shirt, I waited patiently for 7:00 to come along. I sat on the couch like a loser and waited, for time took too long to pass. My mind swarmed with possible ideas and I wondered just where she was taking me. I started to tap my fingers on the side seat, and then took out my blackberry phone to mess around. I looked over in google to check things, until the clock next to me clicked with another hour passing.

7:00.

Grinning, I stood up and walked to the door. After gathering my keys and sunglasses, I walked out the door.

Driving there was fast and everything. It was waiting for Rhianna to show up that took awhile. I waited in my car for around 30 minutes, before I took out my phone to call her. Her voice mail showed up instantly, and I lost my cool.

Cursing, I slammed my fist on the steering wheel. My eyes narrowed, and my grip tightened on it, almost ripping it in half. My blood curled and my eyes darkened, but I ignored it all.

I depend on someone for once and what happens? I get stood up.

Figures.

I took off peeling out of the parking lot, enraged beyond words. I was then thinking if I could ever fire her for doing any of this, but knew I couldn't. I could've- should've- said no to her. But now, I was just too nice to decline on someone younger than me.

I know what I need tonight.

I need to get stoned like I used to do.

I need to forget everything right now. Maybe go to a car or something...

No, a strip club. Lets just say I haven't had a girlfriend for awhile now. I decided where I was going, to one of the popular strip clubs in town. I think it was called Strippers United or something.

I finaly found it in the middle of nowhere and pulled in, looking around. My eyes darted around to see mainly men walking into the building, and I sighed.

Walking in was easy, having to pay five bucks to the person waiting outside. Boy she didn't look like she liked her job. I wouldn't blame her; if I had to wear a thong looking thing and a bra I wouldn't be too happy. Not to mention wearing the clothing in front of the opposite sex for hours. Wow, they had it rough.

I didn't even hesitate to get in the front when I got in, next to many of males next to me. They practically drooled at the pole dancers in front of us, but none caught my attention. I watched, passive, for awhile there. The girls were pretty- don't get me wrong- but they only looked pretty because of the make up they wore of their body.

I didn't like that.

Until I saw her.

She. Was. Gorgeous.

Shoulder length brown hair, and it was slightly curled on the ends. It went well with her coconut bra, matching perfectly with herself. I felt my eyes pop from my head at the girls natural beauty, and I swore I must've looked like a dog right there. She walked in, swinging her hips like she was really a stripper. I watched her every movement, and something felt oddly familiar.

Those sly, yet innocent chocolate colored eyes as they looked around. Her pale skin that looked good against her hair and perplextion. I noticed I felt like I've seen her before, which puzzled me greatly.

Who was she?

I must've looked drunk right now, since I was practically drunken by her sight.

That is, until I realized that the girl I was ogling, was Isabella Marie Swan.

Authors Notes:

YolandaFiriella A/N: I would really appreciate if it you guys reviewed!!! LOL please!!!! Me and RenellaCullen are writing this, and we love it so far! I hope ya'll do, and if you have any questions, let me know!!! ;D Thank you for reading!!

RenellaCullen

Author's Note – Please leave a comment on the story to tell me what you think and if we should continue. It's 2 am and we are about to pass out so excuse me if there are any errors.