The Butterfly Effect.

The story that asks: What if there were no werewolves? No Jacob?

Ps. This is the redone version, and I have nothing against werewolves! J

Bella POV

I didn't know anybody in Forks. Only Charlie, and his old friend Billy. Great.

Forks: The city that never shines.

I'm Bella, by the way. Okay, Isabella Marie Swan. Call me that and I'll bite you. You've been warned. Up until now I've been living with my mom, René, and her partner Phil in Arizona. I've always been happy there, with all my friends and the sun shining nearly every day… I don't like cold. Why freeze when you can be toasty warm? And now, I'm going to live with my dad, in the wettest place on earth.

And in a couple of days, I start Forks high.

Edward POV

I could feel Jasper's hunger. I understood it.

The burn, the feeling that, if you don't drink soon, then you'll surely turn to ashes. That you must have a temperature, and can't anyone else feel the heat? And yet, we had cool, pale skin. Curious.

Best not to dwell on that.

We hadn't fed for two weeks - easy for most of my family, but as Jasper is new to our… 'vegetarian' lifestyle, the theory is that this little test will build his endurance. His hunger coupled with mine was almost unbearable. Almost.

I heard Alice whisper word sod comfort to him, which brought his attention away from the bloodlust, and dulled the burning ache in our throats.

I stood up to empty my tray of untouched food, when I first saw her.

The girl everyone's talking about.

Bella Swan.

The name in everybody's mind, and some of the thoughts towards her… She was shy, and app- I sighed inwardly. Nope, the girl has nothing to do with me, and it's probably better that way.

It took me a nanosecond to take her in. At first glance, she could be mistaken for a vampire, with her pale translucent skin, her semi- beautiful looks… but her eyes were a rich, deep and warm brown, and her hair a long cascade of chestnut flowing down her back. I heard the whisper of an enquiry, and she glanced towards out table. In that second, our eyes met, hers curious, mine giving away nothing. She blushed and looked away.

Goddamnit! No Cullen, not this time, she's mine. Bring it.

The thoughts were that of Mike Newton, and out of curiosity, I thought I'd see what the girl thought in return.

Nothing. No thoughts. Where she should be, silence.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

Walking at an absurdly slow himan race, I collected my bag and started to make the journey towards biology. The girl could wait. I took my normal solitary seat.

Then it hit me.

Blood.

The sweetest, most delicious blood ever to grace my nostrils. I looked around for the source, planning ways to get the blood, quench the thirst. Then I saw the owner.

The blood belonged to Bella Swan.

R & R please! So yeah. Basically just Twilight this chapter, however, the next'll be mid - new moon I guess.