So, this is the first chapter of the rewrite. I hope you enjoy it :D And those new to the story as well.

Fatal Temptation

By Koinaka

Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;
Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
Put not another sin upon my head,
By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
For I come hither arm'd against myself:
Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

Romeo and Juliet: Act 5, scene 3, lines 59-67


To say that the draw of Isabella Swan's blood started on that September night would be a lie. Just when it started, however, was up for debate as Jasper had been lying to himself -- and everyone else -- for so long that he couldn't even admit it to himself, really, not to mention the others. Although, if he were pressed to tell the truth, he would have to say that it began the moment he ever set eyes on her from across the Forks High Cafeteria.

Vampires rarely change, but when they do... it's permanent.

He can still remember that first day. It's all he can think about now -- now that he thinks about it at all, that is.

It was a typical day, really. He was thirsty as he always was. Edward and Alice liked to say that was one of his bad days, but Jasper knew the truth... there were no good days when it came to his longings for human blood. It was pointless, absurd, really, for them to insist on him going so long between feedings. Most days he could barely contain himself as it were. There was no need to push fate.

"You weren't going to do anything," Alice had murmured. "I could see that."

It was a lie, but Jasper had allowed it. He always did though he wondered why she bothered with it. She had to at least know that he knew it was a lie. Her emotions gave her away -- like they gave everyone away. That was his other cross to bear as if the never ending thirst wasn't enough.

Not that being empathic helped him in the end. Else why had it taken so long for him to realize?

He had endured Alice's advice to think of them as people with what little restraint he possessed at the moment. He knew very well they were humans. He could hear their heart beating, see the blood coursing through their veins, feel their every emotion as if it were his own. Not that it helped him in the least. If anything, it only made it harder for him because it would be all too easy for him to bend one of them to his will. Shockingly easy, in fact.

Except her, of course.

It wasn't until Alice left the cafeteria that he even noticed her. Had she left because she'd known, even then, what would follow? The maddening dance that would continue for months? The one that would precipitate Isabella Swan's departure from the human world? It's hard to say. Perhaps so, but he would like to think not.

How could she have know if even he didn't? It wasn't as if their eyes met, and he'd fallen instantly in love with her. It wasn't as if her blood called to him anymore than any other human's blood. In fact, it was such an inconsequential meeting that he almost didn't notice it -- would not have done so had Edward not reacted the way he did.

Jasper could manipulate emotions, yes, but no one ever thought of how it affected him. Edward was curious about the girl, and so, in turn, was Jasper. It was as simple as that.

At first.