Hey guys! So here is the first chapter. It pulls heavily from New Moon but the content becomes more original as the story progresses. Give it a chance, I think you might be surprised. Love it or hate it, comments are highly encouraged.

Twilight is the sole property of Stephenie Meyer and I mean no infringement of her copyright in any way.

The ocean sounded very far away, somehow farther than before, when I was on the path in the trees. I grimaced when I thought of the probable temperature of the water. But I wasn't going to let that stop me.

The wind blew stronger now, whipping the rain into eddies around me,

I stepped out to the edge, keeping my eyes on the empty space in front of me. My toes felt ahead blindly, caressing the edge of the rock when they encountered it. I drew in a deep breath and held it… waiting.

"Bella."

I smiled and exhaled.

Yes? I didn't answer out loud, for fear that the sound of my voice would shatter the beautiful illusion. He sounded so real, so close. It was only when he was disapproving like this that I could hear the true memory of his voice—the velvet texture and the musical intonation that made up the most perfect of all voices.

"Don't do this," he pleaded.

You wanted me to be human, I reminded him. Well, watch me.

"Please, for me."

But you won't stay with me any other way.

"Please." It was just a whisper in the blowing rain that tossed my hair and drenched my clothes—making me as wet as if this were my second jump of the day.

I rolled up onto the balls of my feet.

"No Bella!" He was angry now, and the anger was so lovely.

I smiled and raised my arms straight out, as if I were going to dive, lifting my face into the rain. But it was too ingrained from years of swimming at the public pool- feet first, first time. I leaned forward, crouching to get more spring…

And I flung myself off the cliff.

I screamed as I dropped through the open air like a meteor, but it was a scream of exhilaration and not fear. What I didn't expect was to slam into something on the way down. My scream died in my throat from the pressure around my chest.

"Damn it Bella," Edward growled. Well at least he was still with me.

I sucked in a painful breath just before crashing through the surface of the water. Despite the powerful pressure around my chest I felt an odd since of accomplishment. I did it. I was proud of myself as I plunged deeper into the water.

That was when the current caught me. It was the oddest feeling. The water was freezing, much colder than I expected and my chest was still squeezing tight from hitting something on the way down. I felt like I was being drug from the waist deeper and deeper into the water.

I could feel the waves slamming into me as the currents fought over my body, but I still seemed to be moving in one general direction. I fought to keep my lips closed tightly. I needed to keep the little air I had been able to acquire just before hitting the water. If I lost it, I didn't know what I would do.

I opened my eyes but I couldn't see anything around me. I tried to turn my body, to fight the pull but I guess gravity was just too much. I turned my head instead in a last feeble attempt to find up from down. Instead, I saw Edward.

It didn't surprise me that my delusion of Edward was there. He owed me that much, considering that I was dying. I was surprised by how sure that knowledge was. I was going to drown. I was drowning.

I thought briefly of the clichés, about how you were suppose to see your life flash before your eyes. I was so much luckier. Who wanted to see a rerun anyway?

I saw him, and I had no will to fight. It was so clear, so much more defined than any memory. My subconscious had stored Edward away in flawless detail, saving him for this final moment. I could see his perfect face as if he were really there; the exact shade of his icy skin, the shape of his lips, the line of his jaw, the gold glinting in his furious eyes.

He was a faint bright spot in the black water. I couldn't stop wondering at his furious and determined face. I was dimly surprised when I noticed that he was swimming with me. So that was the pull around my waist. I guess my delusions had finally taken over in my final moments. It made sense and I wasn't going to complain in the least. If I was going to die, I could think of no better face to see.

My lungs were aching for oxygen and my legs and arms were breaking down. I wouldn't be able to keep the water out much longer. But, did I really want to?

"Keep swimming," the Edward in my head roared while the Edward in front of me shot a terrified look at my face. I found it strangely odd and comforting that I at least got to see Edward-- even if it wasn't the real him, but just a hallucination—instead of just hearing him. My hold on my oxygen was slipping. I felt it rush from my mouth before I could do anything to stop it. The cold, burning water flooded down my lungs and black spots blotted Edward from my eyes.

This was it. I was dying and that thought was oddly comforting to me. At least I got to die with Edward

Goodbye, I love you, was my last thought.

At that moment my head broke the water. In what felt like the next second I felt a repeated, rhythmic pressure on my chest and the water began to flood from my lungs.

There was nothing that I could compare this feeling to. The water burned up my throat and nose as it was expelled from my body. I couldn't breathe, the water wouldn't let me. I felt a cold pressure on my mouth and despite the salt, I could taste an incomparable flavor. Edward.

The cold left my mouth and another torrent of water left my body.

"Breathe Bella!"

I was comforted by the sound of Edward's perfect voice. He was still with me. So long as he was here, what happened to me didn't matter.

"Bella, please!" his voice was begging me, wild with worry just like that time with James and just as I did then, I fought to open my eyes, to see Edward's perfect face. So long as I could still hear his voice, maybe I would still be able to see him too…

I could taste Edward again and realized slowly that the cold was back on my mouth. I felt my lungs expand with his breath and then flow out again in a movement that I had no control over.

"Please," he whispered against my lips. My body would respond to his voice any day, dead or not, so it was no surprise to me when I felt my lungs expand on their own, pulling in his most perfect scent.

I didn't care if I was dead, didn't care about anything except for seeing his face again.

I fought with my eyes, opening them painfully slow. The salt made them sting but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered but him. The moment they were open, I was met by his intense, coal black gaze.

"Oh thank God," he said, relief was visible in every part of his face.

"Edward?" I croaked.

"Are you okay?" he whispered frantically.

"Oh, Edward. What… did I?…"

"Did you what?"

"Am I dead?" I croaked. My throat felt like it had been scrubbed away from the inside out. I felt dumb voicing the question out loud. Did it matter if I was? Honestly, nothing should matter so long as I was with him.

"No, you are not dead," he said stiffly. Uh oh. So, if I wasn't dead then that lead two options: option one, I was crazy and option two… no crazy and dead were my only two options. I didn't think that death would be this painful, my throat was screaming in protest every time I even contemplated taking a breath. So crazy it was.

"Oh crap," I gasped.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Well, what was the point of hiding it? He was just a delusion anyways… a perfect delusion.

"I think I have gone crazy," I admitted.

"Well throwing yourself off of a cliff doesn't exactly scream sane, Bella." His tone was clipped, disapproving in a very beautiful way. The relief was quickly fading and I could see the fury building behind planes of his face. "Are you okay?" he asked very slowly, fighting his emotions.

"I think so, besides my being crazy."

"I am glad," he said with relief. He slowly ran his cold hands down my face. In the next moment is face was scary in his fury. "Isabella Marie Swan , what in the HELL were you thinking?" he roared.

I cringed against the sand. "I'm sorry, I wasn't…"

He suddenly cut me off. "Do you think that you are well enough to be moved?"

"I think so."

"Good, because we have a problem," he said suddenly distracted from his previous train of thought.

"What?" I asked worried by his wide, angry eyes. I knew his face well enough to know that this anger was no longer directed at me.

"We have to go," he said suddenly. He stood up, lifting me with him in one motion. His arms, ice cold and hard, felt far too real on my wet skin. He began to run and the cold air whipped against my skin. Everything was beginning to make more sense, but what happened to make him so worried?

I was suddenly thoroughly convinced that I was alive. Edward was very much real. I could feel him move as he streaked through the woods, could hear his quiet breathing as he bent his head over me and buried his face into my hair.

"Where are we going?" I shuddered in the cold.

"To the house, Carlisle should be there by now." He was anxious.

"What's wrong?" Something wasn't right and it went beyond my own stupidity.

"I broke the treaty," he said simply.

Oh crap.

"What does this mean?"

"War."

"No! Edward, no!" I struggled to give my voice authority.

"This isn't my decision Bella, but we have a little while." His face was grave.

"What's happening Edward?"

I took a long look at my face before answering.

"Those dogs were on their way to the beach. They are hunting Victoria," he growled her name.

So that's why we had to leave so quickly.

"But Jake—"

Edward looked into my eyes for another long moment, measuring my face. What he was looking for I had no idea, but I could tell he wasn't happy with what he saw.

"Jacob Black will be fine," he said in a thick voice.

"Edward, what…" I began but stopped abruptly as the large white mansion came into view. It took my breath away. I never thought that I would be here again, not after the last time.