Summary: This is what would happen if Alice was human, James and Victoria were her parents, and she had a nightmare. One-shot, maybe I'll make it into an actual story.

APOV

March 18th, 2009

Oshkosh, Wisconsin.

This was living Hell. The night was dark and stormy. My parents, James and Victoria, were sleeping in the next room. It was one of those dreams that seemed so real, so intense. I was playing baseball, or rather watching it. It was storming out. There was a family of weird people with the same pale, white skin, with gold colored eyes. I caught the eye of the hottest guy there, what's-his-face, and he winked at me while giving me a crooked, sexy smile. WTF? I do not get guys winking at me. Not. At. All. Nobody wants me, short little Mary Alice Brandon, with the so-pale-you-can-see-through-it skin, icy blue eyes, and spiky short hair. Then the guy, with his pale skin and gold eyes, came over, like, really fast. I mean so fast that one second he was waiting in the batting line, (oh, yea, I forgot, who in HELL plays baseball in the RAIN?), and the next he was by my side. It happened so fast that if you blinked, you would've missed it. Hmm. When he got to my side, he turned to me and suddenly his lips were crashing against mine. Hey, back up, why were his lips cold and smooth, like granite? Well, the kiss was perfect in every way. Wait, I was kissing him? Okay, so who did he lose a bet against? I mean, no sane person would ever want to go and kiss me. So, describing him, he is perfect in every way, tall, muscular, and lean, not fat. His hair was a perfect kind, gold curls, like a giant poof on his head. Ha-ha. He whispered in my ear, "what, you don't like vampire baseball?"

I was getting ready to reply when three figures came in the clearing. One had stringy blond hair, pulled into a ponytail, one had flaming red curls, and one had black dreadlocks. Hmm. Something about the blond and redhead was familiar. Then it hit me. My parents. They all had the same eyes, too. Crimson. Not good.

"Ahh, you brought a snack." James said.

"No, honey, we don't eat our own children." Victoria said.

"That's your kid? She looks nice. Pretty too." The other one said.

"Umm, who are you?" the blonde guy with gold eyes said. (Not the one that kissed me. I still can't believe that.)

"I think I can introduce you to two of them." I said.

Ten pairs of eyes, eight of them confused, turned to me.

"Uh, the blond one is James, and the redhead is Victoria."

"Alice, how do you know that?" my blond guy said.

"Those are my parents." I whispered.

"I am Laurent" Laurent said.

"I am Carlisle; this is my family, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Edward, Bella, Jasper, and Alice." Carlisle said.

Ohhh so let me guess: Esme: the one with the caramel hair; Emmett: the big scary guy; Rosalie: the blond Barbie® doll; Edward: the guy with the messy bronze hair; Bella: the girl with the chocolate colored hair; Jasper: the guy who kissed me?

Who I am guessing is Edward looked at me and nodded. Nodded? What, can he, like, read minds or something?

Another nod. This is scaring me quickly. Okay, and then to top it off, Laurent came up and scooped me in his arms, me screaming bloody murder.

AN: okayz, so, I'm making it into a story, so I need ideas for a plot line. Please review for me! Best plot line gets mentioned in the next chapter.

~Randall