I didn't feel like writing for my other story today, and this great idea popped into my head, so I had to write it down! And yes, I was watching CSI before this, so I was in kind of an adventure mood. Anyways, enjoy! I also really like getting reviews, so do that too!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer, except for the idea, which is ALL MINE BABY!

I shuddered against the extreme rawness and cold that had consumed my body. It was so . When I exhaled, I could see my own breath, coming out in little wisps of smoke. My hands were already numb from the wind, cold, and snow beating down on me. I'm sure my nose was red and my face was chapped from the wind. But I had to stay where I was. Someone would find me. Someone would notice me missing and look for me.

When I woke up, the snow had covered my legs and was still falling from the sky. All of a sudden, excruciating pain radiated up from my legs. They were frostbitten, and dying. I realized that I couldn't feel my face or my hands. I was afraid to look and see what was wrong, but I did anyway. My fingers were blue and had ice on the fingernails. When I say blue, I don't mean a little blue. I mean, like, navy blue. I shuddered to think what my face looked like right now. I thought back to what had gotten me into this mess.

"Don't shoot. They'll know it was you. They'll find you, and kill you too." My voice shook in pure terror. I could very well be dead by morning. I could hear him loading bullets into his gun. The little clicks echoed in my ears, over and over. Why was this happening to me? Why not someone else? Had I done something wrong? Was my karma really that bad to have something this awful happening to me?

The maniac was a student at the school. He had gotten me alone, when I was gathering my things and the teacher was out of the room, with the excuse that we had to 'talk'. He was my ex boyfriend. We had been going steady for about two months, then he started getting… weird. He had been too pushy, trying to get me to kiss him, touching me in places that shouldn't be touched… I was getting tired and creeped out by his odd behavior. He was not the same guy that I had known all along. Something had changed inside him. I have no idea what that may have been, but I didn't like it. So, I ended our relationship. He didn't handle it well. He shouted at me, saying that I would be begging for him back, and he would not let me. He called me names, and a swear popped out of his mouth every two seconds. I cut him off in the middle of his rant and left him. I was not going to try to deal with him, knowing that it would only make things worse. Brett and I were no more. I was now staring down the barrel of a gun that he was pointing at my face.

I looked into his eyes for any sing of forgiveness, any hint of kindness. All I found was cold, bitter hatred. And determination. 'No. this is not going to happen to me. I will not let it end like this. I am not done here yet. He will not finish me off, this way. On this night.' those same words bounced around in my head like jumping beans. I would not quit. I took a deep, steady breath, and braced myself for everything that could possibly happen to me. I had to get out of here. Somehow. I looked at the desk next to me and saw an X-acto knife. An idea popped into my head. Morbid, but would ensure me enough time to get to the door. A crash echoed outside. He turned his body away from me for a second. I grabbed the tiny knife and gripped it tight. Thrusting my arm forward aggressively, I shoved the blade into his back, between the shoulder blades. He screamed in agony and fell to the ground, not in death, but in pain. But it looked like death to me. I gasped at what I had done. Then he turned his head to me, eyes open and blazing in anger. I ran for the door.

Sliding out into the hallway, I ran for my locker, and grabbed my cell and my coat. then was when I heard the footsteps behind me. I took off, running out into the woods that surrounded the school. I couldn't hear him behind me, but I ran anyway. The snow was not nearly as deep as it was in the fields, so I had no problem running. I don't know how long I ran, but it was dark by the time I stopped. 'Shoot. Where the heck am I?' I looked up at the dark sky, and saw the moon. It was shining brightly at me, casting a pale light on the land below it.

Putting my fingers in my pockets, I felt the cold smoothness of my cell phone. I sighed in relief, and opened it up. I looked at the screen.

It said I had no bars. None at all. It felt like someone had dropped a rock in my stomach. I began the tremble. Whether it was from the cold, of from sheer terror, I do not know. All I knew was that I was lost, cold, and hungry, and with someone who wanted to kill me that kept me rooted to my spot in fear.

I remembered that my mother had always told me when I was a little kid to never leave the area when I was lost. So I stayed put, sitting down on a rock that had not been snowed on. I thought of moving around to get a signal, but the thought was unappealing to me. I would get more lost trying to get reception then if I just stayed where I was. Also, I was freezing cold, and was only wearing jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and boots. The coat I had was nice, but it would not keep me warm through the negative temperatures that it was sure to plummet to overnight.

Remembering I show I had seen on the discover channel about mountain climbers that had gotten stuck on mount Everest, I searched the area for a clump of snow. I found on nearby. I began to dig a hole that I could put myself into to shield myself from the wind, and to help insulate myself, too. Once that was done, my fingers were really cold. I climbed into the hole and curled up in it. I pulled my arms out of their sleeves and close to my chest, which was radiating with heat.

This was where I was now. Cold, hungry, and frostbitten. I thought of my family. Hannah, my sister, would be worried and scared. She would be wondering where I was, and why I wasn't home yet. Hayden, the youngest of us three rug rats, would be crying and saying over and over "Where's sissy? Where is she?". Mom and Dada would be scared silly, and if I ever were to get out of this mess, I would wither get yelled at, or fussed over endlessly. It felt like there was a lump in my throat. My eyes watered, but I blinked back the tears that were coming on. I knew the tears would freeze on my face, and that wouldn't help anything.

I blacked out again. When I woke, I was delirious. I don't even remember what I thought about in that time, but it was so crazy, that I remember the sane part of my brain saying that I was going insane.

I heard a soft rustling sound nearby. My body tensed. I stilled all movements, straining to hear and identify what the sound was. I heard the sound again. This time closer. It sounded like cloth rubbing against itself. Then an intake of breath. I felt like I was dreaming; maybe I was.

"Edward. Look. It's a girl." a voice that sounded female said. Another rustling sound, which was startlingly closer than the last. I could feel a soft wind, which, at the moment I hadn't realized was cold breath. "Alice, she's… she's alive." He ended with amazement.

"Where's Carlisle? Is he with us?" Edward said with an urgency.

"We have to get her warm. Soon." Another voice sounded, again scaring me because of the proximity to me. I couldn't even hear them moving around, other than the first brush of fabric.

"Carlisle." Edward said in relief. "Are you sure? She's almost dead, probably unconscious." He said doubtfully. I could hear Carlisle bend down, close to my face. "Can you hear me? If you can, make some sign that you are aware." He said calmly to me.

I could hear him, but moving at all was physically impossible at the moment. My voice felt dead, so speaking was out of the question. I stayed silent. Carlisle bent down closer to my chest, listening for a heartbeat. "Well, she's alive. But just barely." He declared. He picked my up in his arms, which were cold. I wasn't aware enough to notice that he wasn't wearing a coat, or a hat, or anything to protect him from the elements. I also didn't notice that his arms were hard as rock. Another key thing that I didn't pick up on was that he was moving incredibly fast for a human. Faster than a car on a highway.

The last thing I remembered was hearing the others agreeing to stay and 'hunt'. he said it would be "safer that way.". I blacked out. Little did I know, when I woke up, I would be a completely different person. Or rather, a vampire.