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Hello folks. I would just like to let you all know that I am sorry for not updating my other fanfictions lately. It seems as though the whole town has come down with a case of the flu. I'm busy taking care of them, so I don't have much time on my hands right now. I will try to update as much as I can for now. Thank you and enjoy.
Chapter 1- Broken Stares
It was a normal day for the most part. It was raining, as usual, and the Cullens were quietly enjoying themselves.
Carlisle was home from work and the others were there as well. Bella insisted on her homework and opted not to come over that night.
So, they were all watching tv in their living room, silently. It was some weird news report on some recent killing.
"You know, this place is a breeding ground for murderers," Edward said.
"What hypocrites we are," Alice smiled brightly.
"Ha ha. Really funny Alice," Edward mocked.
"Who's trying to be funny?," Alice replied with a straight face.
"You-," Edward started.
"Edward. Alice. Stop it right now," Carlisle silenced them in his fatherly tone.
They relapsed into silence again.
It wasn't even two minutes later when the rain started to pour down heavier. Some of the Cullens turned to look outside the window.
"When will this rain ever stop? I can't go shopping in the rain," Alice sighed.
"I actually like the rain," Jasper said.
"Well, I don't-," Alice got interrupted again.
Everybody froze when they heard a loud bang from outside their front door. They already could sense that it was a vampire, but they didn't know who it was.
In a quick second, they all got up and went to the door.
When Carlisle opened the door, his whole family, including himself, was in shock.
There, on the doorstep, was a young vampire girl, drenched from head to toe.
She had the most beautiful purple eyes and long black hair that was clinging to her skin. Her skin was a pale complexion. She was no more than 20.
She was wearing a blood red shirt with black pants and shoes. On top of that was a white lab coat with a nametag hanging from the pocket.
By her feet was a black bag.
She looked absolutely broken. Abused. Hurt. Deceived. Most of all, she looked tired.
"Excuse me? Are you-," Carlisle started to speak.
"No...," the girl whispered.
Carlisle narrowed his eyes.
The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out an ID card. She handed it to Carlisle.
But, before Carlisle could get a good look at it, she spoke again.
"Help...," she muttered.
Without so much as another word, she collapsed. Simply collapsed.
Carlisle caught her in confusion and read the card in his hand:
'Karen McDonaugh, MD.'
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