Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, or the series it is based on! All that belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is purely fan fiction.
This was it. The end. I was drowning, and there was nothing I could do about it.
My lungs burned for air as the currents pulled me this way and that. I couldn't hear, I couldn't see, and I could do nothing to reach the surface. But I wasn't alone. I could see Edward's glorious face clearly, his golden eyes furious. I could hear him, saying my name again and again in anger, and the delusion was so realistic that I half expected him to pull me from the icy depths.
That's when I felt the violent tug.
There were fingers tangled in my hair. Fingers so cold it made the freezing water a warm bath in comparison. My head broke the surface, and a pain even greater than that in my lungs exploded through my neck as I felt the muscles tear from the force of the hand pulling me up. My eyes opened wide as I coughed up salty water and gasped in a sharp, stinging breath. How I could still be conscious was beyond me. The pain in my neck and chest was maddening, and what I saw next just didn't make sense.
Red. Lots of red. Bright, fire red.
...Then I recognized hair, and the face below it.
I tried to scream, but my throat was too sore to make a sound.
Victoria.
R&R please! I've got a great story lined up, but I won't add more chapters until they're requested.