So... I was thinking one day (uh-oh) and I got an idea for a new story! Pretty much, the Cullen "children" and Bella end up on a desert island. This is pretty much the prolouge, the rest of the chapters will like diary entries by Bella. Post-Eclipse.

We were flying to London, England for a week. Why? I'm still not sure. Edward keeps saying that we were going to visit Carlisle's hometown and maybe track down some of his descendants or something. I just call it a vacation where my life wasn't on the line and Charlie wouldn't ground me when I got home. We just told him we were going to North Carolina to visit some of Esme's relatives. I guess when Carlisle and Esme are involved things are okay with him. But they weren't with us on the plane. Jasper wanted to test his flying skills in one of the Cullens' jets (go figure, they could probably buy Air Force 1 off the president), which only had 6 seats so Carlisle and Esme took a regular airplane, with all the fees and free peanuts included. And because Edward was so concerned about my safety, he had me sit as close to the middle of the plane as I could get, while still being in a seat buckled up. I love him, but sometimes his overprotective ways gets in the way of my rest and relaxation.

We were about half way over the Atlantic when I woke up from my nap. Edward was reading a book, Alice and Rosalie were flipping through some fashion magazines debating on the newest trends, and Jasper and Emmett were in the cockpit, Jasper as pilot and Emmett as co-pilot. I'm surprised that Emmett somehow hasn't messed up the plane yet.

"So, love. How was your nap?" Edward asked dreamily.

"Oh, good. Not the best position my neck has ever been in but it was still refreshing," I replied.

"Would you like me to massage it for you?"

"Uh… sure," His cool hands worked their way around my neck and shoulder muscles. After about 5 minutes of it his hands tensed up under my neck and he turned towards the front of the plane.

"What do you mean something's wrong?" he asked one of the guys.

"Well, the thing is, I dunno what happened, but something in the engine is messed up," replied Jasper nervously.

"Rosie, I thought you checked the engine before we left?" Emmett asked worrily.

" I did and everything was in perfect order. Heck I double checked it because Alice was taking so long packing," she retorted.

"Hey! We are going for a week and I needed to pack seven days worth of fashionable items in the U.K." Alice snapped.

"The thing with the engine is, is that something in it was either blown or like, only working half of the time but now it's out," Jasper said, trying to calm down everybody, mainly Alice and Rosalie.

"Well Rosalie should have checked again while I was getting my stuff together!"

"Well YOU shouldn't have had so much stuff that it took forever to pack so I had to check the engine again, missing some important detail!"

"YOU should have gotten the mistake the first time!"

"The engine was fine the last time we used it to get to Italy!"

"That doesn't mean that it could have messed up between the flight home and here!"

"GIRLS!" I shouted. They both looked at me stunned that I would speak up during their fight.

"WHAT?!" they replied in unison.

"What are… we going to do… about the plane?" I said calmly and slowly, probably due to Jasper.

"Well, we could-" Emmett was cut off by a big explosion at the front of the plane and the engine caught fire. I quickly hugged Edward as the fire started to grow and get into the windshield.

"Bella, if you trust me, put on this parachute and jump out of the plane with me," Edward said in a voice that was supposed to be calm, but full of panic.

"But Edward! What if I-"

"Just do it Bella! For me, please?" He looked at me with sad but panicked eyes.

"Oh okay!" I suddenly was on his back and he kicked the window by our seat and a good 10 feet of the wall went flying.

"Bella, on three. One, two, three, jump!" He jumped out of the window, with me pretty much strangling his neck and torso while the others were jumping out, with out any parachutes or anything. We were falling much faster than we should be, at a human rate. But I guess gravity and vampires equals falling to the earth at a quicker rate. We saw a small island below, and everybody, plus the burning plane, were aiming for it. Edward reached for the parachute and pulled it, slowing our rate down a little bit but when he did we started spinning and I fell unconscious.

So, whadja think? Review please!