A.N: This is going to have about 5-8 chapters. Keep in mind that I am quite busy at school at the moment, and a lot of my free time is going towards writing my own story, but I will try and update this asap. It'll be up on Pel's site once I've finalised a few more details, and possibly come up with a better title. Thank you very much to Hannah, for beta-ing this chapter. I think that's everything now, so I'll let you get on to the actual story. winks

Damage

Prologue

It was Sunday afternoon. I sat on the roof of the house, watching the sun moving between the clouds and enjoying it's warmth on my face during the rare times it broke through. I had discovered how to get onto the roof her within two weeks of living in this house. I liked to come up here to think. It was quiet and peaceful, slightly more removed from my family below.

I was worrying about the coming week of school. We'd only started a couple of months ago. I was trying to stick to the ways of Carlisle and his family - my family - but it was hard. I hated myself for how weak I felt, seeing them all walk by me in the halls at school, sitting at desks next to me, all the children who I could use to quench my terrible thirst. How could the others manage it? I was a monster for wanting to kill the schoolchildren.

"Jasper?" called Emmett from below. The others usually left me alone up here.

"I'm coming, Emmett. Just a moment."

I slid down from the slates, and met Emmett in his room.

"What is it?" I asked. He was lounging in his chair by the desk. I came further in, and crossed the room to perch on the wide windowsill.

"You were projecting too hard." I winced. I hadn't meant to inflict my turmoil of emotions on the others. "So Alice asked me to have a word with you," he continued.

I sighed.

"I'm a monster, Emmett. I see these fragile humans sitting so close to me in school. They wouldn't sit there if they knew what I'd done. I've done so much evil, Emmett. I don't trust myself not to turn back to that. I don't know if I can cope with this. Each day, so repetitive, testing my strength day after day, time after time. I'm an abomination. What am I doing in a school?"

My words were harsh, bitter. I hated what I had been.

"You're being to hard on yourself, my friend," Emmett said. "We've all done things we regret. And you had the hardest time of any of us. It's not as though you had a choice after you were changed. We know it's hard for you, that's why we're here to help."

"I've done so much wrong, Emmett."

"But that was in the past. It doesn't matter now. You've changed."

"What if I haven't, though?" I asked.

"Look, how about we prove it to you?"

"How?"

I didn't like to think where this was going - Emmett was feeling immensely pleased with himself all of a sudden.

"Show us how 'evil' can you be in one week at school. I bet," he continued, grinning, and I groaned. Emmett loved to bet. " That even influencing people's emotions to cause trouble, you won't do anything that will mean Carlisle gets cross with you."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Fine. You're on. I shall go out of my way to cause trouble, and I bet you that I can make you do something that gets Carlisle cross with both of us. You for doing it, and me for influencing you."

He grinned back at me.

"Agreed."