A/N: Hey guys, this is just a drabbling in my head, the result of reading the Twilight saga one too many times. I'm not sure if I want to make this into a whole story, tell me what you think...

Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to Stephanie Meyer. But I would like to borrow that Edward Cullen for a few minutes...er hours...ok, days. But don't tell her that, we have a strict agreement...ok, restraining order. My lawyer says I'm not allowed to talk about it.

I can't help it, I like sparkly things. They dazzle me.

It was not hard to convince myself that I didn't have time to search for another way—I wanted to jump from the top. This was the image that was lingering in my head. I wanted the long fall that would feel like flying.

I knew that this was the stupidest, most reckless thing I had done yet. The thought made me smile. The pain was already easing, as if my body knew that Edward's voice was just seconds away...

The ocean sounded very far away, somehow farther then before, when I was on the path with the trees. I grimaced when I thought of the probable temperature of the water. But I wasn't going to let that stop me. (New Moon, 357-358)


I exhaled, knowing the voice was only moments away, a small smile caressing my lips despite the pang of fear that was rippling though my body. Closing my eyes, I focused on the fear, as that was what seemed to bring the lovely, velvet voice to fruition in my delusional head. But nothing happened, so I took a small step forward, bringing me to the threshold of the cliff, one more step, and I would be flying through the air. A familiar rush of adrenaline coursed in my veins, and my hair was standing on end. For a fraction of a second, I toyed with the idea of just heading back to Billy's house, heading towards safety...towards Jacob. But as soon as the thought touched my mind, my entire body screamed "NO!" In protest, needing my sick addiction to the beautiful voice.

I had made my choice. The hard part now was just doing it.

I scooted my left foot forward ever so slightly. I watched the mud, and wet dirt corrode the bottom of my shoe as I slid it forward. My heart speed increased ten fold as my toe hung over the edge. My hands clenched into fists, my knuckles were screaming in protest and my nails were digging in to the palms of my hand, but I paid this no mind, the voice would come. I knew it would.

"Bella, you promised."

I smiled and exhaled. He sounded so real, so close. He once told me that I was like his brand of heroin, but here I was, the junkie, needing my fix of his angel like face, his velvet voice. And apparently I would go to any dangerous lengths that Forks and La Push could offer, just to hear it.

And I didn't regret it. It was the most beautiful sound in the world; I would gladly give my life just to hear it whisper that it loved me again. Just once more. Surely the pain of death would be nothing compared to those first few weeks without him. But I wasn't suicidal, not right now anyway.

"Bella, don't be childish." The voice scolded. This only pulled the smile on my lips up even further. My eyes flickered shut, holding on to the voice. God, there was nothing like it. "Bella, go home. Go home to Charlie." It demanded, the false calmness dissolved, leaving only fury. My eyes snapped open. Charlie, yes. How could I forget about him? But I would go home, and I would be safe. Once I jumped off this cliff. My other foot scooted forward now; both toes were hanging off the edge. I was trying to stall for as long as I could, just to hear his voice once more. Without thinking, I looked down.

The waves were crashing in angry slams against the eroded cliff. The sea seemed eager to have me, its arms reaching out for one that it knew it could destroy. I would surely be an easy prey, like a wounded gazelle to a ravenous lion.

The voice growled in warning.

"Hello, Bella." Another voice said, catching me by surprise. This one was just as beautiful as the last, only soprano, and with a menacing undercurrent. Only it was closer, a few paces behind me to be exact. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was, because I knew what I would find. An unnaturally beautiful face, twisted into a grimace that vaguely resembled a smile. A perfect, slender body that would render any man, anywhere helpless. And finally, a head full of chaotic flaming red hair, which rippled gracefully through the breeze.

Victoria had finally found me.

The fear that I had felt in my body previously for the cliffs seemed minuscule now, as a new kind of fear gnawed and tore at the pit of my stomach. The fear of immanent, inescapable death. I knew at that moment, it was over. I would suffer the worst kind of pain imaginable, and when I could take no more, only when I was begging for death, would she grant me my wish.

I heard an exquisite snarl in my head, jogging me back to reality. A montage of images flashed though my head. Charlie, Jacob, Jasper, Rosalie, Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Alice...Edward. My Edward. I was positive that my heart was about to burst through my chest at any moment, if that happened, maybe it would make Victoria's job that much easier.

"It's lovely to see you again." She said in a voice that was beautiful, but so sickeningly sweet that I felt nauseous. Then again, maybe that was just the physical reaction I had to knowing my own death was coming. I finally turned around to face her, and my heart stopped altogether. She smiled even wider, hearing the involuntary sounds that my body was making.

"Bella—" His beautiful voice said in a strangled whisper. It too seemed to know that this was the end.

"Hello, Victoria." I said, my voice quivering as the hole in my chest flared achingly at the sound of pain in his voice.

"You look well." She said, her smile turning even more menacing. This time, the smile reached her eyes. Her eyes. They were black with thirst. Black as coal. Black as her deadened heart. The only spark of color in them was the slight tint of crimson that traced the edges of her irises. It was like my own personal countdown clock, I watched my seconds on Earth tick away as the red turned to black steadily. When she could no longer resist the urge to kill, maim, shatter her eyes would be completely black with thirst.

"You look hungry." I said, my voice now taking on a numb quality as I watched the red disappear.

"Oh, I am." She said, tilting her head up in the slightest to sniff the air, that was pungent with that salt water. But I was sure she was smelling something much more tantalizing to her bloodlust. "You see, I've been waiting for months to feed. It was almost too much at first, I almost gave in, but when a Vampire really wants something. They will get it... Eventually."

"I'm so sorry, Bella." Edward's smooth voice whispered frantically in my mind. His name yet again broke through my carefully constructed wall. My breath hitched and I sputtered slightly.

"So, what?" I whispered, ignoring my heart thumping erratically in my chest. "You're going to kill me now?" I said, my voice growing stronger as I tried to assemble a brave face. The look amused look on hers only told me that I was failing miserably.

"In a sense..." She said, examining her fingernails. "You see, Sweetheart, this has nothing to do with you...Well, I suppose it sort of does." She added thoughtfully, keeping her sickeningly sweet smile in place. "What I really want, need actually, is to get back at your Edward for what he did to my James." At the mention of his name I flinched and I heard a low hiss escape her lips. "Now, yes, hurting you would cause him great pain, I'm sure, but the one thing that would destroy him? The one thing that made him leave you in the first place alone, and unprotected, except by a few teenage Werewolves—" She practically spat the word, "—would be if I took your life."

I didn't understand, wasn't she talking about the same thing? Taking my life and hurting me? Hurting...Edward I forced myself to think. If she killed me, wouldn't that be the worst thing she could possibly do to him, and me? But my blood turned icy as I realized what she meant.

She didn't want to just kill me, she wanted to turn me. Part of me wanted to smile at this ironic twist of events, a few months ago, I would have given anything –more specifically my life—to become an immortal. Now here I was, on the brink of death, dreading most what I had previously desired. I didn't want to face eternity without Edward; there was no point to it. Why would I want countless eons, years of beauty and physical perfection if Edward didn't want me? The other part of my brain, the more rational part was for lack of a better word, screaming.

She crouched, and took a step forward, and I took an involuntary step back not remembering that I was on the threshold of the cliff. I waved my arms furiously trying to regain my balance, my foot searched for the safety of the cliffs edge. Eventually, my foot found solid ground. My head spun quickly seeing two options. One, I could let Victoria have me without a fight. It would be the easiest, no doubt involving the least physical amount of pain. Well, for a few moments anyway. And two, I could jump; give myself a chance at getting away. I looked at the vicious currents and wondered how long it would take my clumsy and breakable body to drown in its icy depths. Victoria seemed to notice my deliberation, and crouched lower.

"Don't even think about it." She snarled, letting go of the sweet façade. Her face looked positively animalistic now, her feline like features looking more dominant then ever on her still radiantly beautiful face. "I can swim better and faster then you on your best day." She snarled, the black in her eyes becoming more pronounced then ever. It was close...it would be over soon. A small fraction of my mind hoped that it would come soon; I was tired of fighting everything.

"All right. You win." I said taking a step towards her, but my comment was directed at fate. It had been out to get me ever since I'd met Edward.

Edward.

The gigantic hole in my chest was as raw and bloody as it had been since the day he left. A breeze came from behind me and blew a few strands of hair around my face, and I could almost feel it stab a literal hole where my heart used to be.

Victoria's head cocked to the side at my choice of words, but she was distracted by the sudden change in the wind that blew my scent towards her. She closed her eyes and relished the smell that would soon be hers. Without opening them she said "you smell so good in the rain."

A hysterical peal of laughter almost emerged from my lips. I had heard that exact sentence in a previous lifetime, a happier one from someone who had once said he loved me.

Edward.

My mind whispered again, seeking his comfort. But the voice was strangely silent. Victoria's eyes snapped open to reveal solid black eyes; the crimson was only a memory now. She took a step forward.

Edward, Edward, Edward. I thought frantically, imagining his perfect face in my last few moments, just as I had in the meadow. Months of carefully blocking him out had done nothing to alter or make me forget his angelic features.

Victoria took one more step forward. I could hear my last few seconds passing.

Tick, tick, tick, tick...

I inhaled, remembering everything that I was leaving behind. Charlie...Jacob. I should never have hurt either one of them. Ever. I loved them so much, so very much. I hoped they knew that.

Tick, tick, tick, tick...

Renee. Oh God, Renee. At least she had Phil; he would get her through this. She would be ok.

Tick...tick...tick...time's up.

Her grin widened, -if that was possible- into a feral snarl that bared her upper teeth. She crouched, ready to pounce, a growl low in her throat.

I sighed, before I could blink or even realize what had just happened, Victoria was behind me, waiting for the kill. Her frigid lips caressed my neck, so gently that if I hadn't known otherwise, I would have thought she was kissing me. She inhaled, taking in my living, human, scent for one last time. I could swear I almost heard the venom pooling in her mouth as it prepared itself to have me.

I closed my eyes, as my mind settled on one final image.

Edward.

There was no greater perfection, nothing more heavenly in the universe that could even compare to him. His face was clear in my mind. He was smiling his beautiful crooked smile. The one he saved for me. My smile. I too, smiled in response seeing the sheer happiness that was on his face.

The cold lips on my neck parted. With a sickening squelch, Victoria's teeth sank into my soft, fleshy throat. She exhaled deeply, the cold air from her nose tickling my neck. I instantly felt weaker, and I had a hard time supporting my weight. Her arm snaked around my waist supporting my weight as she drank more deeply. My eyes fluttered to a close, still holding the image of Edward. Perfect, flawless, God-like Edward.

It was near, almost over now, I could feel it.

"I love you, my Bella." Edward's voice said sadly in my head, acknowledging defeat.

"Edward," I breathed, feeling the life drain from me. "I love you." I whispered weakly. There was a quiet, sweet chuckle from behind me at my choice of dying words. Then, all was black.

And I welcomed it.

A/N:...Again...

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