I'm starting my story at Bella's birthday party, right when she cuts her finger. Hope you like it.

The present slit her finger and it took a second. Just one second. And my entire world shattered. I watched in horror as the tiny drop of blood oozed out from Bella's finger. I could feel the slight pull in Jasper's mind, then the silent crash of his will vanishing.

"NO!" I launched myself at Bella without thinking, my instinct to defend her automatic. Carlisle was fine, Alice and Rosalie and Esme were shocked, and Emmett was panicked.

Jasper's mind was a red haze.

He was gone, my brother's personality completely overpowered by the predator instinct to get to his prey, my beloved.

I pushed Bella back, as far away from danger as I could. Her scent hit me, too strong, blocking out all else, and I cut off my airflow as my thirst intensified. She flew backwards, knocking plates and cake everywhere, she was going to fall on the glass.

I was ready to turn, to catch her before she could come to harm, but I wasn't the only one trying to get to her.

Jasper rammed into me, his teeth snapping, viciously trying to get me out of the way. I was blocking him from his prey, from his food. Emmett rushed to try and help me, his mind fighting the thirst as he hadn't stopped breathing. Jaspers mind was clouded over by instinct, he was truly a monster now, trying to duck and weave to get past me.

Once he ducked too low, and Emmett grabbed him from behind. Vampires are strong, and Emmett is the strongest of our clan. Jasper continued to struggle, his mind focused only on tasting that sweet blood. In his mind, he could see himself breaking free of Emmett's hold and rushing to the sweet liquid that was Bella.

He imagined himself draining her body of all it's blood, and casting aside her dead body. The feeling of fresh blood as it coursed through his veins, more sustaining than any animal.

A calm voice cut through the turmoil, Carlisle's mind assessing the situation.

"Emmett, Rose, get Jasper outside."

I didn't need to turn and look at Bella to see what happened. I could see her face repeated out six times through my family's minds. And her arm. She was bleeding, badly. I didn't dare take a breath, but I could feel my family's control slipping as the scent of her blood permeated throughout the room, thick as incense, burning up their throats, taunting them with the relief that a drink from her neck would bring.

For a second, I could see clearly the vampires that we were. I saw their pitch black eyes looking hungrily at the delicious liquid flowing from the gash in her arm. She wasn't safe. I crouched over her, snarling at my family. Three of them left, but two minds remained burning with thirst. Esme left, but I kept up my defense.

I wasn't going to let anything happen to Bella.

"Let me by Edward," I barely heard Carlisle's voice, the image of the monsters that could attack my love still fresh in my mind.

Slowly, I began to hear my father's mind again, along with Alice's. Alice was still fighting the thirst, and her mind was focused on Jasper, part of her considering that Bella was injured as well. Carlisle was looking at Bella's gash, and he was worried about the blood she was losing. She was injured, she needed help.

Carlisle's face was the only one that reflected no thirst, and thus no danger to Bella. Letting him by would help Bella. I slowly nodded. Bella needed help, Carlisle was safe for her. I stood up and relaxed a little bit.

We both turned to look at my angel. Her face was shocked, frightened, as she should be. I couldn't believe that I had risked this. She tried to compose herself as Alice handed Carlisle a towel. But I could see there was a lot of glass in the cut. I looked at her blood, delicious, dripping out of her thin skin.

Just one lick, one drop, just one taste of that hevenly liquid, quenching my thirst-

no. I looked back at her treasured face, a different pain lancing through my stomach as I could see she was hurting. Carlisle put a tourniquet on her arm, and her eyes lost focus for a moment. I could hear her heart, pounding double time in her chest. Carlisle spoke to her softly, soothingly. Bella wouldn't want to go to the hospital, she wouldn't want other people to find out. She was embarrassed of her clumsiness. Carlisle needed Bella in the kitchen, so I picked her up as my father kept a hold of her arm.

I set her on the table, the memory of her scent clear in my brain as I could see the shining red liquid on her arm. It would taste so sweet, just like it had in the mirror room. I shuddered at the memory, remembering her body lying broken in the ballet studio, the bloody image of an angel.

"Just go, Edward." She sighed. I didn't want to leave her. I looked into my angel's face, and I knew my eyes were burning, and I kept my mouth clenched shut against her blood.

"I can handle it." She needed me. She was frightened. I would stay with her. The red stained glass. I could just pick up one, and lick it clean. Her blood would be so soothing.

"You don't need to be a hero." Her voice saved me, kept me there.

She was so much more precious than a little bit of blood. No matter how sweet it was.

"Carlisle can fix me without your help. Get some fresh air." But she winced as Carlisle pulled another piece of glass, dripping, taunting me, from her arm. She was in pain.

"I'll stay."

"Why are you so masochistic?" Her sweet voice was distraught. Masochist? But she was in pain. Nothing else mattered.

"Edward, you may as well go find Jasper before he gets too far. I'm sure he's upset with himself, and I doubt he'll listen to anyone but you right now." Carlisle was always a voice of reason. I, however, was not in a reasonable mood.

"Yes," My angel sounded hopeful. "Go find Jasper." I saw Jasper's dark face in my head, snarling at my Bella as he strained to take her away from me. What did I care where he was?

"You might as well do something useful." Alice tried to convince me as well, and she was the one that really cared, not just about getting me away from Bella's scent, but about Jasper.

I saw his face clearly in her mind, not the monster, but my brother. His mouth was contorted in a grimace, and his eyes were tortured as he ran. I couldn't hear his mind through Alice's vision, but I could feel Alice's pain, probably even more acute than Jasper's, at the sight of her husband suffering. I looked at Bella, and saw her pleading eyes. I couldn't disagree and further. I turned out away from them, and raced outside to find my brother, to find another monster like me.

A/N: Whew! Edward is hard to write!! I decided to start up a new story, now that Never Say Die is finished, and I decided I would tell Edward's story. I didn't realise it would be so hard!! Im sorry if its really bad, I'll try to update real soon if people want me to. How was my version of Edward? Did you like it? REVIEW!!! please?(smiles)