This is my first fan fiction so I super nervous. I don't really mind negative reviews as long as it helps improve my writing. This is a relatively short chapter, I don't plan on making them this short. Oh, this chapter is told in Alice's POV but I think I am going to write the rest in Bella's. I'm going to try and make Alice as in charater as I can but definitley going to alter Bella's personality. Well, read and review. Thanks and until next time Lovlies.

Alice POV

I smelt the girl before I saw her across the colorful, vast meadow. She almost had the scent of a human. Almost. If anything the scent was more sweet, more intoxicating. I found myself being pulled to her; I don't think anything could have stopped me. She was singing in a language I couldn't quite pinpoint. The girl must have been completely oblivious to me, because she continued to sing. Her voice rang out through the field, flowing through the foreign song with ease. I listened for what felt like hours pass until finally the beautiful melody had ceased.

"What are you?" The girl's voice was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. It didn't even compare to a vampire's sickly sweet voice. I couldn't help but stare at her unmoving figure; it felt like my mouth had glued itself shut.

The girl must have been patient for she didn't move or speak until I was able to mutter an unintelligible, "I don't know what you mean." It came out way more defensive than I had intended. The girl giggled and I couldn't help but pout. She turned to face me and I couldn't help but gasp at what I saw. Her eyes were a brilliant color of silver. She looked down, hiding her face in her hair.

"I know that you're not human," she told me, "but unfortunately I am not a very good listener, so I know not of what you are." She looked at me again, cocking her head. She was very thin, and pale, so pale that I could have mistaken her for one of my own, had she not a beating heart. Her lips were blood red, making a beautiful contrast between her that of her skin. She looked at me, brows furrowing. Her dark long hair again fell, blocking her face from my view. As we broke eye contact I let my eyes trail down, examining her attire. She was in a short dress that hung down to her knees; a tangled mess of necklaces covered most of it, making it impossible to see if the design on it. It had several rips in it and the color was a dull gray, the dress originally was probably white. My eyes moved down to the girl's feet and to my surprise she wasn't wearing any shoes.

"Where are your shoes?" I mentally slapped myself. Out of all the questions to ask I was interrogating her about shoes. It seemed to catch her as off guard as it did me.

"Um… What?" She looked at me amusement clearly etched on her face. I looked down and I knew that if I possessed the ability to blush my face would be deep scarlet.

"You're not human either." I said quickly, trying to cover for my useless question. She shook her head and smirked at me.

"These questions aren't really helping either one of us," she answered. She was right. I needed to take her to Carlisle. He would know what she was and could determine if she was a threat. This was Cullen territory after all.

"I need to take you to my family. This is our land and if you want to stay we need to determine if you are a threat." I straightened my back and willed confidence into my voice. She laughed. I huffed and took a step towards her.

"And if I'm not willing?" she practically teased. I couldn't help the growl that rumbled in my chest. Her eyes widened and she took a hasty step back. This action seemed to throw her off balance and she fell backwards. I watched her fall back and she hit the ground with a thud. She shook her head and sighed, grumbling in that weird language I heard her sing in.

"What language is that?" It was seriously the weirdest dialect I had ever heard. She ignored me and stayed there on the ground playing with the hem on her dress. This girl was the most peculiar thing I had ever laid eyes on. God, she was beautiful, though. She gave Rosalie a run for her money. The thought of Rosalie meeting the silver eyed girl made me giggled and in turn earned me a stern but confused look from the clumsy girl.

"Sorry," I muttered, "Are you coming with me or what?" She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.

"I really don't see why I should. It isn't any of your or your family's business what I do. I haven't even done anything wrong and I think—" The girl gasped as I flung her over my shoulder and started running. I was taking her to Carlisle whether she wanted to go or not.

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