A/N: Hey, guys, sorry I took a long hiatus from writing because I hit really bad writer's block on my other story, and I got discouraged. I decided to post this to see what you think, if I should continue the story or not.

This story is simply my exploration of the "what if" if Victoria had gotten to Bella before Jacob did after she jumped in New Moon.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the brilliant mastermind behind these characters, not me. That's why I make up stories about them. I also admit that I mashed up bits from New Moon and Breaking Dawn for the beginning, I don't own those either. The plot and the other stuff is all mine, though.

BPOV

I stood at the top of the cliff, wind whipping my hair in my eyes, rain beating down on my upturned face.

"Don't do this," Edward's velvety voice pleaded in my head. You wanted me to be human. I reminded him. Well, watch me.

I rolled up onto the balls of my feet and jumped. I screamed, exhilarated, as I plunged towards the dark water below me. I sliced through the surface of the water, the freezing temperature of the water only added to my high.

Just then, the current caught me, and I was being dragged back and forth. Crap. I'd never considered what was waiting for me in the churning waters.

I fought to get to the surface, but I couldn't find the air that my lungs were screaming for. I listened as my lovely Edward-delusion begged me to keep trying, not to give up. But it was hopeless. I was going to die.

But, then, my subconscious brought forward something I hadn't expected.

It was Edward, in flawless detail. I was concentrating on the sound of his voice when a slashing pain came from my ankle. I twisted and saw a flash of orange fly away from me.

Then I felt the heat start to spread from my ankle to my leg, from one leg to the other, and all the way up to my heart. It got warmer and warmer. Hotter. Uncomfortable now, even as the freezing water pounded against me. Too hot, much too hot. Scorching. I began clawing at my chest, trying to get out my enflamed heart, to fill my body with the nice cold salt water.

I screamed, releasing my last supply of precious oxygen. I didn't care now, I wanted to die. Anything to rid me of this fire.

But before I could inhale enough ocean water to finish the job, an iron bar dragged me as invisible rocks hit me hard across the back. The rocks kept beating me against the center of my back as I continued to try to claw out my blazing heart. Amazing amounts of water gushed out, pouring out of my nose and mouth.

I twisted against the restraining bar, screaming in agony. I welcomed death at this point. Something warm –warm, but not as hot as the raging inferno inside me- held me close as I gasped for breath.

I heard something just before the fire engulfed my existence- it was a broken cry, agonized and enraged.

So that's just a little tidbit of the beginning of this one. I'm just testing the waters with this to see what you think, so any and all reviews (positive or negative) are greatly appreciated. :)

Lots of Love,

Mommy's Little Broadway Star 3