Prolouge
I have always liked being a doctor and a priest. But being a father was my favorite thing about life. My daughter Isabella Marie Cullen is and will always be my soul and my life. Her mother had unfourtunetly died after she had given birth to Bella, I prefer to call her Bella for short. Isabella is very similar to her mother's name; Isabelle she was a beautiful woman and I loved her, however I was concerned that Bella would never have a motherly influence in her life. She is still an infant seeing as she recently turned two.
Recently there have been sayings going around town that there are creatures that take blood from people by entering their homes at night and taking them to the forest to finish them off. Seeing as I have examined the bodies that were found in the forest I am not sure whether these sayings are true or not, however I do know that the people who I once knew as my friends where very harshly and brutally put to death. Brusies and puncture holes all along their bodies not to mention that basically all of the blood had been some how taken from them.
I had tried not to worry too much about it seeing as I had Bella to think about. However the night I had been woken up by my maid Irene's scream I knew I should have.