A/N: This Sleeping Beauty-esque chapter goes out to Marta Swan. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
You Never Know
"That's beautiful, Esme." Bella marveled as she watched the eldest Cullen woman sitting at a spinning wheel up in the attic.
A fine, silky thread the shade of violets was gathering in a small pile by her feet.
"Thank you, my dear." Esme said, grinning up at Bella. Taking her foot off of the pedal, she asked as an after thought, "Would you like to try?"
Bella stared warily at the glistening needle that the thread was wrapped around. Of course she wanted the chance to make something so beautiful, but usually, pointy things and her didn't mash.
Deciding that no harm could come from simply spinning a strand of thread, Bella took Esme's place and took hold of the spindle.
Just as her foot hit the peddle, Jasper bolted up the stairs, appearing through the hole in the floor. Before Bella or Esme knew what was going on, Jasper scooped Bella up in his arms and ran her back down to the second floor and placed her gently on Edward's couch.
"Jasper, what are you doing?" Bella asked, finally getting her bearings.
"I can't let you anywhere near that thing." Jasper said, his eyes boring into Bella's.
"What thing? What are you talking about?" She questioned, confused by his statement.
"The spinning wheel."
"The spinning wheel?"
Jasper nodded.
"Why can't I go near it?" Bella groaned, frustrated that she was drug away from Esme.
"If you want to fall into eternal sleep, be my guest and go back up there. However, I know that my brother wouldn't be too pleased."
"Edward's not even here."
"Exactly." Jasper grinned. "He's paying me to keep you safe while he's hunting."
"Not again!"
"Yes. So the least I can do is keep your pretty little finger safe of needle pricks and not let you fall under a magical curse."
"Jasper, magical curses aren't real." Bella noted.
Shrugging, Jasper whispered eerily, "You never know."