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Bad Influence, chapter one

Authors note: Hi ok so I’ve never done one of these before (full on fan fic virgin) so please go easy on me. I’ve got a rough plan as to what this story is gonna be, but be prepared to commit & be in it for the long haul, sorry! I hope you enjoy it, feedback is welcome encouraged & also I’d love to do requests if you have any! Thanks for reading 🖤

Warnings: Erm none I don’t think, probs just a bit of language & sexual references

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Spring ‘81

“That was un-fucking-believable! I can’t wait for them to play again!” Maddie yelled, jumping on my back as we left the Starwood.

“Get off”, I grumbled, pushing her off, irritated by her constant childlike excitement that never seemed to fade. “Play again? You barely saw them play this time, they were too busy fighting with the crowd!”

Maddie giggled, “well yeah, that’s part of the fun, Beth! Yanno, it’s their whole image!”

“I thought their image was tight pants & make up”, I said, rolling my eyes. I was already bored of Mötley Crüe. I’d spent the last hour watching them awkwardly & drunkenly, stumble though their set, as well as stumble on stage in the high heels they clearly didn’t know how to walk in. They stopped every 5 minutes to fight someone in the audience or take a swig of Jack from the bottle they were sharing between the 4 of them. To say they weren’t my kind of scene was an understatement, but to my music-loving little sister, they were gods & she had no intention of shutting up about them any time soon.

“Did you see the bassist swing his guitar into that guys head?!” Maddie carried on, still riding that post-gig high. “& when the drummer dived off the stage onto the other guy?! Man, they’re so fucking metal”, she laughed.

“Um hm”, I mumbled, tuning her out & power walking ahead, until I spotted her sparking up a cigarette out the corner of my eye.

“What the hell, Maddie?! Put it out!” I yelled. “Daddy will kill you!”

She laughed, taking a long drag & blowing the smoke directly into my already angry face. “Chill out Beth, he won’t!”

“You’re right, he won’t, he’ll kill me for letting you. I’m supposed to look after you, now put it out!” I tried swiping the cigarette from smirking lips, but Maddie was too quick, dodging me. She laughed again, but noted the growing annoyance on my face &, after taking a few quick drags, she dropped it on the floor & stubbed it out with the tip of her white stiletto.

“Great, now you smell like an ash tray! I can’t risk daddy smelling smoke on you, we’re gonna have to go somewhere to kill some time until he’s gone to bed”, I groaned, thinking of the college paper I’d got waiting for me at home, that I’d already put off to accompany Maddie to this stupid gig at my fathers request. I inwardly cursed them both as I pushed open the door to the overcrowded diner. I was immediately hit by the smell of yet more smoke, partnered with bacon & coffee. The grubby dinner was harshly lit & loud, with the buzz of a Saturday night in West Hollywood. We sat down in one of the few remaining booths, just as an middle aged waitress came up & asked for our order.

“I’ll take some blueberry pancakes & a Jack & Coke please”, Maddie smiled, sitting up straighter & sticking out her chest a little, in a feeble attempt to appear older than her 18 years.

“No she won’t,” I cut in sharply, shooting her a look that told her not to keep pushing me tonight. “We’ll both just take a coffee please, thank you.” The waitress smirked at Maddie & winked, before nodding at me & walking off.

“Maddie, quit while you’re ahead”, I snapped, having had enough of her rebellion for one night. She rolled her eyes & looked away from my glare. Suddenly, something behind me caught her attention because her mouth instantly dropped open & I noticed her cheeks flush a girlish pink.

“Holy shit Beth it’s them, it’s fucking Mötley Crüe!” She whispered, her eyes growing wide & following them as the walked past our table to a booth a few down from where we were sat. “Holy shit, holy shit, I can’t believe it!”

“Mads, seriously, they’re just some guys that have played a couple of crappy shows at the Starwood, they’re not famous. Get a hold of yourself”, I scoffed. I fished in my bag for my textbook just as the waitress came over with our coffee. I thanked her & opened up my book, mentally patting myself on the back for thinking ahead & bringing some sort of study aid with me, being as I couldn’t get started on my paper tonight. I started reading, but Maddies out loud commentary on everything the leather-clad band were doing repeatedly cut in to my studying.

“Oh my god look at them! The bassist is so flirting with that waitress! What th- He’s just started bashing the drummers head on the table!” She laughed. “Beth look! Beth, you’re not looking!”

I sighed & glanced up from my book towards the foursome, just in time to see one of them with long, curly brown hair inhale a cigarette through his nose & blow it out of his mouth. “Charming”, I muttered, getting back to my studies as Maddie giggled like a schoolgirl.

“Do you think I should go over there?” She asked seriously, looking at me with eager eyes.

“Absolutely not!” I snapped, thinking of the heart attack our dad would have if he knew his precious Madeline had hung out with four drunk 20-somethings, dressed head to toe in leather & studs. I looked at Maddie, looking longingly over at this literal motley crew & knew her mind was already made up. “Mads, I mean it!” I hissed at her, as I watched her stand up, playing deaf to my protests.

“I’ll be back in a sec..” & she let her sentence trail off & she strutted over to their table.

“Goddamn it.” I shoved my book back in my bag, zipped it up, left my coffee to go cold & walked over to their table, just as one of them with teased black hair & smeared black lines on his cheekbones pulled Maddie down on to his lap. She was giggling & telling them all how great the show was.

I stopped next to her, hand on my hip & cleared my throat, a little too patronisingly. All five of them looked up at me.

“Maddie, come on, we’ve gotta get home”, I said, making sure that my eyes were conveying to her the anger that I was trying to keep from seeping into my voice.

“Calm down, doll”, the one who’s lap my sister was perched on said, “come join us for a little bit, we’re just getting to know your friend here”. He flashed an arrogant smirk at me that made my skin crawl & my knees go weak all at the same time. I watched his hand slither around Maddies waist & saw her blush once again & giggle.

“She’s not my friend, she’s my little sister & we’re heading home now. Maddie, let’s go.”

“I don’t want to!”, she whined, pouting her lips at me

“Let her have some fun!” exclaimed the beautiful blonde, who I recalled being the singer. “Why don’t you sit down?”, he said, as he grabbed my hand & pulled me into the seat next to him, opposite Maddie & the handsy one with the devilish smirk. “What’s your name?” Handsy asked, downing a shot of Jack.

“Erm, Elizabeth.” I said, a little flustered by how forward they were.

“Lizzy, pleasure to meet you, I’m Nikki Sixx”, he said, removing his hand from stroking my sisters waist & offering it to me for a hand shake.

“Beth, not Lizzy,” I replied, ignoring his outstretched hand. He smirked again, returning his hand, now to my sisters ass. “This is Vince Neil, our singer”, he said, looking at the blonde next to me, “Mick Mars, guitarist”, he nodded towards a slightly older looking man who was sipping from a hip flask before stashing it back in his leather trench coat, “& this is our drummer, To-“

“I’m Tommy, Tommy Lee!”, cut in the boyish, curly haired brunette that I saw smoking through his nose earlier. He was almost as exciteable as Maddie as he stood up & leaned across the table to shake my hand. I instinctively shook it, despite my reservations to shake Nikkis hand. I don’t know what it was, but something about Tommy just felt friendly & warm. I smiled at him as he sat back down.

“So what did you think of the show?” Tommy quizzed, practically bouncing in his seat.

“I loved it! You guys fucking killed it up there.” Maddie gushed, going pink again, as I noticed Nikki grip firmly on her ass as she praised them.

Pig, I thought.

“& what about you Lizzy?” Nikki drawled, that smirk playing on the corners of lips as he followed my eyeline to his hand, reading my mind.

“Not really my sorta thing. Too heavy.” I stated, refusing to break my glare at Nikki. They all laughed at my answer.

“Thank you!” said Nikki, that smirk plastered across his face once again.

“Beth isn’t really into this kinda scene”, Maddie babbled, “she’s always too busy studying to have any actual fun.. I don’t think she even knows how to!” I knew she was only poking fun, but her words irritated & embarrassed me all the same. I gave her a swift kick under the table, only for Nikki to jump as I realised too late that my Dr Marten had instead come in contact with his leg. I blushed awkwardly & he saw, a flash of mischief playing in those pale green eyes as he enjoyed my discomfort.

“You don’t have to play footsie with me doll,” he laughed arrogantly, “just let me know if you’re interested & I’ll swap your sister out for you.”

“Pig,” I mumbled, out loud this time, which only caused him to laugh more.

“Not a fucking chance Sixx, finders keepers.” Grinned Vince, draping his arm around my neck. He looked at me with eyes I knew most girls wouldn’t resist & he gently twisted a piece of my hair around his finger. “So babe, you’re not a fan huh? How can I change your mind?”, he purred, staring at my lips as I scoffed at his advances.

“Write better music”, I laughed. Nikkis head shot round from whispering god knows what in to my little sisters ear & glared at me. “You’ve got a problem with my music?” He snapped, not looking for an answer, but an arguement.

“Told you, it’s not my sort of thing”, I shrugged, not caring if I offended him.

“Of course it’s not”, his voice & his face relaxing slightly, “girls like you never want to admit they like our music. It’s too raw for their clean cut, I’m-too-good-for-everyone image.” He smirked.

“‘Girls like me’?!” I fired back, feeling my face growing hot. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

“I know all about you, Princess. I’ve fucked enough girls like you to know exactly how it goes.” he started, that smirk growing by the second. “First you pretend my music & my lifestyle is beneath you, like you’re too good to party with us. Then you start to get bored & realise how dull your self-obsessed life actually is & you crave some excitement. Then suddenly, a bad boy in your bed seems like a pretty fucking good idea, because I’ll tell you now Princess, we might wear lipstick, but we’ll fuck you better than your preppy jock boyfriends ever could.” Nikki sat back, that smirk wider than ever, as his band mates sniggered around him. I looked at Maddie, who was desperately trying to stifle her girlish giggle.

I saw red. I was ready to slap that smug face & storm out, but that egotistical smile triggered something in me that made me feel bold & brave. I sat there & smirked right back at him. “First of all, you don’t know me. Second, I’m not ‘too good’ to party with you, more like too busy, studying to get a real job so I’m not stuck playing half-assed gigs for 20 people in the Starwood every other weekend for no pay. Second, being ‘self-obsessed’ has taught me one thing.. I fuck me better than you ever could, so what use are you to me?” I heard Tommy laugh out loud before clapping a hand over his mouth. “But yanno,” I continued without breaking eye contact with Nikki, “a bad boy does seem fun..”, I turned to look at Vince, entangled my fingers in his hair & kissed him. I felt him freeze up, then immediately relax & pull me eagerly on to his lap, holding the back of my neck & pulling me in closer. He tasted like whiskey & cigarettes. I pulled away & looked over at Nikki, that smile suddenly gone from his face. Everyone else at the table was staring at me with their mouths open, except for Vince who was smiling from ear to ear. “You’re right about one thing though Nikki.. I am bored.” & with that, I stood up. “Maddie, we’re leaving.”

I grabbed my sisters hand & pulled her up off the devils lap & strutted away, my head high & my heart racing.

“Fucking bitch”, I heard Nikki mumble.

I pushed open the door to the diner & the brisk midnight air hit me in the face. It was a welcome relief. I stood there for a second, my heart still thumping away in my chest from the adrenaline. “Cigarette.” I said to Maddie, extending my hand without looking at her. She obliged, handing one to me, her eyes wide like she was seeing me for the first time. I lit it & took a long drag, the nicotine flooding my system & calming my nerves.

“Who are you?!” Maddie whispered with a smile, finally finding her voice.

“Please, I smoked way before you did, you fucking teenager.” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “I just know how to hide it from daddy better than you.”

“What in the fuck just happened in there?! You just full on tongued the fucking front man of Mötley Crüe! What have you done with my sister?!” She cackled, absolutely bursting with excitement & laughter once again.

“Hey, there were no tongues, ew!” I laughed, “Urgh I don’t know, that goddamn bassist just got to me, I didnt like how he spoke as if he knew me. I wanted to shock him or something, I don’t know..” I let my sentence trail off. In all honesty, I’m wasn’t sure why I kissed Vince. Nikkis voice was ringing in my ears, mocking me & a part of me just wanted prove him wrong.

“I don’t care why you did it, I’m so fucking proud! My dorky big sister, the groupie!” Joked Maddie, jumping up on my shoulders once again.

“I don’t think so, if I never saw that band again, it’d be too soon. Especially that Nikki Sixx.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Speak of the devil & he shall appear.” Came a velvet smooth voice from behind me. I turned to see the devil in the form of Nikki, leaning against the wall, sparking up a cigarette. He took a drag & walked towards us, fixing his eyes on mine as he walked up to my little sister. He put his fingers under her chin, tilted her head up & pressed his lips against hers. I watched her melt against him, wrapping her arms around his neck & kissing him back. Anger flooded back through me. Who does this asshole think he is? For just a second before he pulled away, his eyes opened & stared at me once again, hoping to see my reaction. Then he removed himself from my sister, flashed a conceited smile my way before looking back at Maddie.

“I hope to see you at one of my gigs soon, doll”, he murmured to her, lazily kissing her on the cheek & turning to walk back inside. “You too Lizzy.” he said.

“It’s Beth,” I shot back, irritated all over again.

“I know,” he said, smirking at me one last time before the door shut behind him.

God, I hated him.

[volturialice]

aka when you’re a mind reading vampire and you have to sit through biology next to your sister who just got her back blown out

rated M. warnings for brief discussion of (hypothetical) age gap stuff, gross bio labs I opted out of in high school, and visual metaphors involving dead amphibians

xvii. the biology incident

Being the “youngest” comes with its share of drawbacks. Drawback #1: freshman biology. Drawback #2: having to dissect your fifteenth frog when you hold multiple advanced medical degrees.

Of course, Edward might not be the (physically) youngest Cullen. He might only be second-youngest. Alice’s age is anyone’s guess.

But naturally, Emmett and Jasper have a bet going, just in case the answer ever materializes.

Jasper’s betting high, for obvious reasons. It will make him feel better if Alice is his own age. Never mind that he has at least fifty chronological years on her—that’s nothing in vampire time.

And equally predictable is Emmett’s guess: fourteen. He doesn’t actually believe that, of course—it was just a ploy to make Jasper uncomfortable, and it worked. Jasper has been side-eyeing Alice for a week, walking on eggshells, making excuses to keep physical distance between them. An exercise in masochistic futility. As if Alice of all people was going to put up with that kind of treatment.

And Edward has to admit that here, surrounded by actual fourteen- and fifteen-year-olds, she stands out. They both do. That would be Edward’s bet, if he cared to place one—that Alice is his own age, seventeen. It’s a comforting idea, most of the time.

Less comforting today. Today he would be content to banish her to another planet.

Jasper lets her push him up against the lockers, a grin playing at the edges of his mouth.

“Say it,” orders Alice. Her hands are fisted in his shirt. “Say I’m always right.”

“Fine, I surrender. You’re always right.” His arms snake around her waist and Alice rises up on her toes, pressing against him in a way that would definitely get them written up if the hallway wasn’t deserted. His lips are a hair’s breadth from hers when she twists away, spinning out of his grasp using a move he’s taught her. She can’t help but giggle at his thwarted expression as she slips into her best schoolgirl ingenue pose, her back against the biology room door.

Jasper braces his hands against the wood on either side of her shoulders, leaving her no avenue of escape this time. “And just where do you think you’re going?”

Alice reaches up to toy with the lapel of his shirt. “Not far,” she promises. “Don’t worry, you’re coming too.” She pushes down on the handle and the door swings open behind her.

“Alice,” hisses Edward before the memory can go any farther.

Sorry. She shakes herself out of the reverie with a rueful smile.

“…scalpel and forceps,” Mrs. Avery is saying as she marks off the items on the overhead projector. “Now, before we make any incisions, see if you can identify the sex of your frog. Can anyone tell me what sexual dimorphism is?” No hands go up.

Of course not…honestly, do they bother to teach them anything in middle school science these days? Hmm, I’ll bet the perfect Cullens know. “Anyone? How about you, Edward?”

“Sexual dimorphism is the distinct difference between male and female animals of the same species, in physical appearance or size,” recites Edward, rephrasing the definition from the textbook.

The biology room is ideal because there’s a high counter that runs along one side, half occupied by microscopes and an industrial sink. Alice hops onto the edge as Jasper locks the door behind them. His mouth is on hers in the next second, the sudden ferocity of the kiss bending her head back. Their heights still aren’t quite even, but the angle is much better like this.

“How long do we have?” demands Jasper, sliding a thigh between her knees.

Alice grins as her fingers make short work of the buttons of his shirt—she can almost feel the pent up need from the past six days vibrating through his skin. “How long do you think we’ll need?”

His laugh lifts the hairs on her neck. “Is that a challenge? Last time I checked, you were the psychic here,” he reminds her, pressing a kiss against what would be her pulse point, if she had a pulse.

“Mmm,” agrees Alice. “Which is how I know we won’t be disturbed for at least the rest of the lunch period.”

“After which you and Edward have class in this very room,” Jasper points out.

Alice lets out a sigh of contentment as his lips travel toward her jaw. “Yes, we’re dissecting frogs—”

“Hot,” interrupts Jasper. She whacks him on the shoulder.

“—dissecting frogs, which means the smell of formaldehyde will mask any…other smells,” Alice says delicately.

“How nice for Edward,” snickers Jasper. He pulls away enough to look down at her, tilts her chin up with one finger. “I’m beginning to think this was premeditated,” he accuses. A hand slides beneath the hem of her shirt, traces over her ribs. “A truly dastardly scheme.”

Alice lets out a moan as he hitches one of her legs around his waist, pulling her closer. “You like my schemes,” she reminds him, but the rest of her defense is lost to a gasp when his fingers delve beneath her skirt

Edward kicks Alice’s chair hard and tries to think of nothing but dead frogs, flipping through his classmates’ thoughts like TV channels in the hope that someone’s mind will provide safe harbor.

…so nasty, I should have ditched…

….try to steal a spleen or something, could be fun to sneak into Kevin’s lunch…

…ugh, the poor frogs! And that awful smell, it’s been making me sick since before we started…

…SORRY! You know I didn’t mean for you to hear!

This last from Alice, her mental “voice” tinged with chagrin. They’re lucky Mrs. Avery hasn’t noticed that Edward has been doing all their work so far, prepping their frog with intense concentration in an effort to tune out his sister’s thoughts. He needs to calm down or he’s going to crush the scalpel he’s holding, poised above the frog’s belly.

Alice pulls it together and forces herself to focus on the lab, not realizing she’s a page behind.

4. Turn the frog on its back and ensure that the legs are spread and securely pinned

His weight pins her to the counter, warm and solid and hard above her, one arm hooked under her knee so she can’t tighten her legs around him the way she wants to. It’s always a tight fit, but it’s so good like this. A delicious kind of torture when they’re on school property, forced to go slow and careful when all they want is fast and hard.

Jasper has lifted whatever barrier holds his gift back so that she feels everything he feels, the perfect reflection of her own love and lust. She can feel how much he’s missed this, how every touch, every sound she makes pushes him closer to the edge. Alice’s own gift seems to thrum beneath her skin, teasing her with voyeuristic glimpses of the future as if she doesn’t already know how this ends.

Jasper’s tongue pushes into her mouth, all attempts at finesse abandoned, and she tastes his venom, hot and sweet and familiar as it mixes with her own. She can’t believe she let him stay away for six days, but God, the sheer intensity of now more than makes up for the lost time. The black resin counter groans beneath her, threatening to crack beneath the mounting pressure, and Alice can relate.

Jasper’s gift means he knows what she needs without having to be told—she can save her breath for more important things. She breaks the kiss in order to gasp “I missed you,” and he crushes her closer, pressing her knee into her chest and touching her until it’s too much, until the white hot pleasure floods her and a cry tears from her throat

CRACK. The deafening sound is followed by twin thuds as the two halves of Edward and Alice’s lab table crash to the floor. Edward’s mangled scalpel has cleaved through frog, tray, and table in one slice, collapsing it all into a heap of wood, paper, debris, and amphibian guts.

A freak accident, Mrs. Avery will say later. The table was old. Perhaps there was a flaw beneath the surface, some manufacturing error. Everyone knows that freshmen with cheap lab utensils aren’t capable of shattering tables.

There will be something in Carlisle Cullen’s expression, though, as he offers to pay for the damage. Mrs. Avery is a sharp woman—she’ll pick up on the contrition, the secondhand embarrassment, the exasperation as he regards his eerily perfect adopted children. A too-harsh response for a mere accident.

Edward, for his part, has learned enough about biology (and ugh, biology) to last several lifetimes. In the next town, he’ll insist on being older, see if he won’t. Then Alice can suffer through bio with some slow human lab partner who can’t read her disgusting thoughts.

“I said I was sorry,” she pleads on the way home, leaning over the center console of Carlisle’s Mercedes. Edward slouches against the window and ignores her. Of all the humiliating things to happen in a room full of humans.

Edward, calls Jasper silently. He keeps his gaze directed out the window, but his thoughts are genuinely repentant. I’m sorry too. I feel I bear some responsibility for this incident.

Edward groans when he sees what’s in his brother’s mind.

Still intertwined, they dissolve into breathless post-coital laughter. Alice presses her forehead against Jasper’s, weaving her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Well?” she demands. “How was that? Do I feel fourteen to you?”

She’s propped up on her elbows beneath him, radiating languid smugness. “No,” he admits. Definitely not. She may be small and slender, but she does have curves, as he’s just been rather tangibly reminded. And there’s a certain maturity to her features, the way she moves…he’s never thought of her as a girl any more than he thinks of himself as a boy.

Alice flops back in contentment. “Good. Because by my best estimate, I’m closer to a hundred.”

Jasper lifts an eyebrow. “You’re going to have to work a lot harder to convince anyone you’re a hundred.”

She presses a hand to her chest in mock outrage. “Harder than that? And who are all these people I’m meant to convince? Can I at least get a look at them first?”

It’s impossible not to kiss her when she makes that face. Her lips tremble with held-in laughter against his as he surges forward, pinning her to the counter again.

She pushes him away after a moment. “Mmm, we can’t,” she sighs. “We only have two minutes and thirty-six seconds.”

It doesn’t take them long to clean up. It’s almost irritating, how quickly Alice can detach and go back to business as usual, emotions returning to equilibrium. She retains a small tinge of concern—probably worried that Edward will be cross with her. Well, thinks Jasper. Let’s give him something to be cross about.

The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, and Jasper seizes Alice by the waist before she can see the decision.

“What—”

But whatever she meant to say is lost against the heat of his mouth. The kiss is deep, sudden, full of lascivious promise. He pulls away just as suddenly.

“What was that for?” Her breath comes a little faster.

“Nothing,” says Jasper, grinning to himself. He trails his fingers along her arm, sends out the merest tendril of his gift through the contact. She shivers.

“What did you just do?”

Alice bites her lip as the lust he’s infected her with burns its way through her. Good. Now she won’t be able to stop thinking of him.

“See you later. Enjoy dissecting frogs with Edward,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to her temple. His own body mourns the loss of contact as he slips out the door into the hallway, where he makes for the opposite side of the building.

After what he’s just done, it’s probably best to put as much distance between himself and the biology room as possible.

be honest lads at what point did you wish you were jared, 19? was it the third or fourth dead frog mention