Still looking in the rearview mirror, my eyes picked out Edward's stern face and Bella's panicked one in the passenger seat. Alice, Jasper, and Emmett were crammed into the back seat. To keep myself from hyperventilating since I got caught, I just kept thinking 'Awesome! More people to party with!'

After about an hour of driving on the back roads in circles, I really didn't want them to find the party place THAT easily; I shrugged my shoulders and thought 'Screw it. If they really wanted to stop me, one of them could have jumped out of the car and easily ran to mine. Maybe they really do want to party'. My mind flashed me an image of Edward's stern face. 'He's probably just being a sour-puss like normal'. Seemingly satisfied, my mind settled down and let me listen to my music.

"Okay, one more minute of country and I am going to die" I said to no one in particular. I heard Emmett laugh from Edward's car, and I also saw Jasper roll his eyes somewhat and mutter a low 'Thank you'

So I used one hand to flip through my CDs until I found my favorite mixed CD. I immediately stopped the song You'll Think of Me by Keith Urban, and I put in the new CD. I then switched to Track 11, which was the song Vena Cava by Angelspit.

Glancing in the rearview mirror once again, I saw the Cullens' eyebrows lift in surprise at my choice in music. 'Ha! I need party music, right?'

After the Vena Cava finished and the song Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance came on, I decided to stop wasting gas and just go to the party already.

I had read about it on my laptop (which I had bought with money I had stolen from my 'father'. I figured that it was payback for all these years. A big payment, too. It amassed to 985,527, 753. 25. I counted twice) Anyway, the party was listed on Jessica's Myspace, and it said that any teenager above 15 and below 25 could come. That meant that I could go, and hell yeah, was I gonna take advantage of it! Even though I was almost banned from human presence, Carlisle let me wander around town for awhile. I could handle it as long as I wasn't around a bleeding person. Anyway, technically I wasn't supposed to go to parties and raves and stuff (as few as there were in this town), but I wasn't specifically banned from it. So I figured 'Ah, fuck it. Let's have some fun!'

So I pulled up to the old house, and then I got out and locked the car, and then I walked to the house, which was covered in off-white peeling paint.

I strode through the open door, and I was greeted by the sight of a shirtless Seth and the sound of blaring music that you pretty much had to roar to be heard over. Well, a human would have to roar and strain to hear. We vampires and the werewolves didn't have to.

"Hey" I said as I walked up to Seth. His dark eyes appraised my short black tubetop and my tight dark denim capris.

"Hi" he replied, looking slightly dazed.

"Never been to one of these?" I asked him as I snatched a drink away from the drunken 18 year old redhead male and chugged it in one gulp. Hmm…..Corona Lime. Pretty damn good, if I could say so myself. Though it did slightly taste dirty, as the Cullens said most human food would.

"No. You?"

I smirked at him. "Nope, first time. Hey...would ya do me a favor?"

"What is it?" he asked, cocking his head slightly in a dog-ish manor.

"Can you point me in the direction of the drinks?"

He shook his head in disapproval, then eyes me curiously "I thought vamps can't eat or drink human stuff"

I shrugged. "I dunno. It tastes good"

So he just ignored my question about the drinks and asked if I wanted to dance. I feigned surprise. "Here? Now?"

He nodded, so I examined his dark eyes, and then I nodded back. Then I smirked. "Do you even know how to dance at these things?"

He purposefully trailed his eyes around the place. "I think I can figure it out"

I nodded. Of course.

So I grabbed his hand and led him to a secluded corner where no one would see how terrible (or dirty) we would dance. Much.

He placed his hands at the natural curve of my hips, and I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, have you ever danced at all?"

Of course, he shook his head no.

I sighed, and then I said "First, you pretty much drown in the music. And you don't have to dance with anybody unless you want to or feel comfortable doing it"

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Seth's POV

She rocked her hips, her body twisting and twirling in a fashion borne of years of practice. She wound her fingers into her white hair, the pale, slender fingers tugging at the soft strands. She closed her eyes, not letting anyone else's movements distract her from her own private world.

She rocked her hips and shoulders, matching the quick beat perfectly, her body putting the most beautiful human woman to shame.

All I wanted to do was grind against her, feel her writhe against me, but I knew that that would scare her off, and would cross the boundaries of the new friendship that we had begun only a matter of days ago.

She twirled again, her hair accentuating her movements, and suddenly I couldn't fight the urge. I placed my hands on her hips, and I ground against her, not caring if the whole world saw. She was right. Once the music sank in, everything else but the basics disappeared.

She gasped slightly, and then I saw her smirk. She lifted her hips to fit against my pelvis, and I heard myself utter a groan. I ground against her again, and I heard her muffle a small moan of pleasure. I followed her dancer's movements as closely as I could, pressed as closely as I could to her.

Then I twirled her around, and she ground against me, front to front. She smiled at me, and then a small pale hand snaked around Amaya's waist, pulling her away from me, and Alice, the wonder-seeing Cullen, appeared.

"Having fun, you two?" she asked, her tone teasing and light but also edged with dark disapproval and annoyance.

Amaya sighed, and then said "Alice, what do you want? I was kinda busy" she finished by flashing a mischievous grin at me.

"You need to come home. It's too early to be here. You're still considered a newborn, and these" she glanced around the room "people don't need a hungry vampire going on a feeding frenzy"

"I will not! I can control myself!" she screeched.

"Even if you could control yourself, even if Seth stopped you, with the newborn strength you could easily kill him and all of the people here in an instant"

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Emmett's POV

Jeez. Honestly, I think that she's the liveliest Cullen. Even me and Rosalie don't party that much! And WE don't do it when we're a few days' old newborns, either! And that was party, by the way. Well, we couldn't DO IT either, not until we could…you know. 'Control' ourselves during our more……..passionate outbursts.

But when I watched her dance with that…MUTT, I felt the anger boil inside me for no apparent reason. I think that Jasper, beside me, sensed my anger, because he tried to calm me down by placing a hand on my shoulder and muttering 'humans'. In nodded, and tried to control myself. Jasper and I were there if Amaya got out of control, and tried to wreck havoc with her insanely strong newborn strength. It certainly wouldn't help if I got out of control, as well.

I could see Amaya screeching at Alice, Alice trying to calm her down, and the mutt looking out of place here. Edward and Bella had left to give Carlisle an update, since they were confident that the three of us could handle it. I snorted. Yeah. And then Rose will probably come and start partying, and Amaya would see, use it as an argument, and have her way in the end.

As we watched, Amaya calmed down, then, in a soft but loud voice specifically projected so that all of us could hear but the humans couldn't, she said "I'm leaving. Don't worry about me, you should watch out for them"

And then she left, not specifying who 'them' were. Seriously, she frustrated us much more than we were used to. She was always so…cryptic, with hidden messages and underlying meanings in her words. And Edward couldn't read her thoughts, so he couldn't help out there. Honestly, though we're immortal, I could have sworn that I saw gray hair on Carlisle's head. Or it might have been the light or my imagination.

Anyways, I saw Alice wave her hand at me, telling me to follow Amaya. So I nodded in her direction and took off for Amaya's Camaro. And I gotta say, it was a beauty. A sleek, smooth finish, NASCAR-grade tires, black-tinted windows, black leather seats, and a killer stereo system.

The car, true to its make-and-model, sped out of the parking lot and onto the slippery streets of Forks in a fraction. I raced to her car, easily catching up as it accelerated, and opened the door, hopped in, and closed it behind me in a matter of seconds.

Apparently she was buried so far in her thoughts that she didn't notice me until I cleared my throat and turned her radio down.

Her head abruptly snapped in my direction. "Hey! I was listening to that!"

I raised my eyebrow "A song about Haley's Comet?"

"No!" she snapped. "It's 'Second Chance' by ShineDown! Sheesh!"

I snorted. Wow. Nice choice of songs. And she didn't even ask why I was in her car.

"I was actually hoping that you would willinglytell me" she stated, her color-changing eyes fixated on the road. Right. She was a mind-reader.

"Uh….I think you can figure it out" I said. She looked at me through the corner of her eye and smirked.

"If I recall correctly, I said 'willingly', not through an odd telepathy thing"

I chuckled. "Alice"

She nodded her head in understanding. Alice; the hyper, slightly-annoying vampire, the Queen of Fashion and Not Wearing Clothes Twice. And also the nosiest of the Cullens.

"What did she want?" she asked, sighing.

"I dunno. She just sent me after you without explaining what she wanted. It might have something to do with Seth, though"

She sighed again. She did that a lot, didn't she?

"You Cullens all seem to have sticks up your asses. All I wanted to do was party, since I was never able to when I was human"

I laughed a little, and then raised my eyebrow at her. "You've never been partying?"

She shook her head in the negative, and I think that if she could have blushed, she would have been as bright as a stop sign.

"You sure LOOKED like a pro" I stated.

She shrugged. "You have to let the music rule your body. It's a basic rule of dancing"

Then her pale hand turned up the volume on the stereo. It wasn't like we couldn't hear it; I think she just wanted to escape further interrogation. And honestly, I couldn't blame her.

Then I raised my eyebrow, once again, at her. "You…like…..the Bloodhound Gang?" I said it like I was talking to a four-year-old child.

She nodded her head so rapidly that I thought that if she was human she would have a concussion. "Yeah. Especially their song Mope"

So I settled back into the leather seat (Man, that thing was comfy!) and we talked about things ranging from politics (she lost me after the first few sentences) to advanced trigonometry (who uses THAT, anyways?!?!?!) to music and art (I could understand the music part and MOST of the art). I thought it was weird that she got this odd sparkle in her eyes when talking about her art. I had never seen any of it, though.

"When we get home, can I see some of your art?" I asked. Immediately she shut up. She examined me for a long time in her peripheral vision, and then she relented.

She sighed. "Fine, you can see it. But DON'T touch ANYTHING"