A/N: Wanted to give it a go. I've been reading a lot of Jasper and Bella fics so I wanted to try mine.

PLEASE let me know if you want me to continue?

Bella's P.O.V

I should have never believed that my life was like a fairytale. Because somehow believing in that description, turned it into a reality, and if you've ever read the old tales, then you will know why that is not a good thing.

Even in the modern tales, something always goes wrong, horribly, dreadfully so. Whoever's story it is that is being told, is uprooted and changed so dramatically that they-and you as the reader-are left bewildered, and eager to read on-if not to see if they survive and conquer.

If i wanted to relate to that, I suppose it could be the death of the old me. As soon as I met Edward, he opened the door to another life for me, and I was only too eager to bid Bella Swan, human, goodbye and become Bella Cullen-vampire. I know how great my love for Edward was-I was not blind to that, nor was I ashamed to admit that he was the center of my world.

Though Edward was not the only reason I wanted to become a vampire.

I know he sees me differently-and I am told most people do. I don't think I'm ugly, but I will never understand how Edward looks at me as if I'm the most beautiful thing he sees. Sometimes a morbid part of me thinks that it is because he is hungry, so it is his reaction to my blood. It is times like those that I am most grateful that he can't read my mind, because he would be appalled.

I've always seen myself as average, and I think that had always been my greatest motivator behind achieving so much. I know I'm smart, and think differently to others-and Renee had always told me that would take me far. But I was clumsy and quiet, and I had never been able to be shaped into anything extraordinary.

It wasn't even meeting Edward and his family that drove me to this conclusion-although that was a great part of it. It was when Edward told me that he could not read his mind-and that I was the only one he had come across with both species. My blood may have been what had drawn Edward to me, but it was the curiosity of what lurked beneath a barrier he could not cross that kept him attracted.

Or, if that wasn't the big moment, then maybe it was what occurred with James, and then what happened with Jasper.

Because, if I was honest with myself, what happened with James had built that wall of doubt that Edward had about us-had about me and his lifestyle. Jasper was like the icing to the cake, the straw to the camel's back. I could hardly blame him for what occurred next.

If anything, I blamed myself.

I had thought my story started with Edward, and ended with him after James. I had foolishly, naively thought that that would be it for me. I had had my fairytale, and it could stop there, and if anyone was reading, then they could make up their own conclusion. They could think-did she wait until after school to get changed? They could make up their own mind and be happy about that, instead of picking up a sequel to read onto.

Because unfortunately, that's what happened.

James left a door open in our lives, and Jasper came hurtling through it, the moment he came hurtling towards me the night I turned eighteen, and received, would you believe it, a paper cut.

Sometimes, it's not something major.

Sometimes it's the small things.