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Summary: A young French girl, Charlotte Amélie Broussard, was changed by Carlisle at the young age of 15. She became the baby sister to the Cullens but also sort of a protector. She can read minds at her will, but only one at a time. She is also able to be a physical shield. She can send someone flying across the room by just using her mind. This is her story beginning Pre-Twilight and going through the end of Twilight. Enjoy!

~Madelyn

Chapter 1: A New Addition

January 1998: Carlisle's POV

"So, my dear wife, what would you like to do on our anniversary?" I asked Esme as we strolled hand-in-hand through downtown Washington, D.C. along the Mall on a cold January evening.

"I don't know, Carlisle. This seems pretty nice to me."

"Happy anniversary, Esme."

"Happy anniversary, Carlisle," Esme responded squeezing my hand.

"I love y–" I was interrupted by the smell of blood. "Hold your breath," I murmured to Esme. "I have to go see what's going on. This way."

We ran to an abandoned alleyway six blocks from the Mall. There was a young girl sitting in a corner holding her bloody head and crying. However, her sobs were slowly fading as I could hear her heart slowing down quickly…too quickly.

"Oh, Carlisle! We must help her!" Esme exclaimed as she saw the girl. We rushed over to her frail body. Even by then, she had fainted from the lack of blood going to her brain.

"Esme, she's dying. She won't even be alive by the time we get her to a hospital."

Esme pondered for a second looking from me to the girl. "Change her, Carlisle. Please! I know she's young, but I've always wanted a young girl. I don't want her life to end this way," she begged me.

"I don't know Esme. Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm positive. Please!"

I thought for a moment before succeeding, "Alright darling. She deserves a second chance."

"Oh thank you, Carlisle! Thank you!" she beamed.

I slid into the shadows further before mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do. I bit into her neck, then her elbows and ankles. I hoped for her sake the venom spread quickly.

Charlotte's POV

Suddenly I felt a burning sensation rapidly spreading throughout my body. It felt as if I were dipped into a boiling pot of water. I wished for it to stop, but it would not fade. Instead, the fire kept getting hotter and hotter. Soon I began to scream for someone to end my life. Why did I have to go through this torture?

Maman? Papa? Je veux mourir! S'il vous plait? Tuez-moi! (Mom? Dad? I want to die! Please? Kill me!)

All of the sudden a foreign voice sounded, "Carlisle, what have you done?" It was a man's voice, and it sounded appalled.

"I know, Edward. It was a rash decision. We had no choice. She was going to die," another man responded. It must have been Carlisle.

"Millions of people die everyday! Why couldn't you have left this one as well?" Edward complained.

"She's different. She looked so helpless, Edward. You should have seen her there lying in the alley all alone." This time it was a new voice, a woman's voice.

"What's going on?" a man boomed.

Suddenly a new wave of fire flooded my body. I screamed again.

"Carlisle?" Another girl's voice. How many were there?

"Come. Let's leave her in peace. She's probably very confused, and we don't need to argue in front of her," Carlisle said quietly. I heard many sets of feet shuffle out the door. Then I was left alone to burn in quiet. It wasn't much better. At least the noise was background noise. It wasn't like I could understand much of it anyways, being French.

A new wave of pain flooded my veins, and my back arched.

"Aidez-moi! S'il vous plait! Aidez-moi! Arrêtez cette torture! (Help me! Please! Help me! Stop this torture!)" I begged. My screaming didn't help. Nothing could stop the pain.

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