My brother and I were changed into vampires on the same day. London, in the sixteen-fifties. Our father had been an Anglican pastor, and lead hunts for witches, werewolves, and vampires. As our father grew old he placed my brother, Carlisle, and I in charge of these raids.
The on faithful night that we actually stumbled onto a real coven of vampires is when we were bitten, and changed. Carlisle and I, Isabella or preferably Bella, decided to drink for animals, not humans. Later, while in moving across Europe, Carlisle found his calling. He became a doctor and much later I became a nurse.
We were both working at a hospital in Chicago when the Spanish influenza broke out in 1918. The patients being wheeled in and out of the hospital rooms were no different from one another to me; horrible, yes I know but that was just the way I was. They were no different that is, until that summer when a couple and their son came in, all of them sick with the influenza.