He cleared his throat, his hands at his side, fists clenched as though it was taking everything in him not to touch me. “What’s not true?”

“That I don’t need anything.” Fuck Edward. Fuck Dylan. They both had their meaningless distractions, why shouldn’t I? It’s not like I’d remember it after I was transformed anyways. Can’t regret what you can’t remember, right?  Why not live a little before I had to die? “I need you.”

He stared at me hungrily. I didn’t even care whether it was my blood or my body that was beckoning so sweetly to him. “You are drunk-”

I waved that excuse away. I could tell he wanted me, and right then dammit, I needed him something terribly. “Yep. Completely wasted. But…I’m still aware of what I’m doing.” I might not remember it later, but at that moment, I was aware.

If at all possible, his eyes darkened further, but he shook his head fighting his desires. Who knew that a vampire that killed humans to eat had so many scruples? “Seeing Edward again-”

I jumped off his lap not interested in talking about Edward who was probably fucking his blonde bimbo at the moment not having to worry about breaking her, not having to worry about losing control. I made my way through the crowd feeling Demetri’s eyes lingering on me as I searched for a welcomed distraction. I’d been hit on more times than I could count tonight, so finding a willing partner was not going to be difficult task.

“Looking for someone?”

I turned to see who’d spoken. He was cute enough. Not the heart stopping gorgeousness that Demetri and Edward possessed, but as far as human men went, he was easy on the eyes.

His black hair was spiky and he had a tattoo of a group of symbols on both sides of his neck. Yep, he’d do nicely.

“Yeah, you.” He smiled widely.

“How convenient,” he murmured and stepped closer, his arms ensnaring me as he spun me onto the dance floor. “I’m Michael, by the way.”

“Bella…not that it matters.”

He laughed and I caught Demetri hovering a little behind us, scowling heavily in my direction even as he dismissed some poor girl that had had the balls to ask him for a dance.