Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Carlisle Cullen. I know the change isn't 100 correct. I do own Barnaby and some of the charecters though. :3
As the searing pain rushed through my body I replayed the events in my mind. I was leading the raid through London for the vampires hiding out in the sewers. When we caught them, the scene turned into a chaotic fight.
I really didn't want to be there but I knew it would make my father proud. He was an Anglican pastor and led the hunts for witches, werewolves and vampires around the city streets. As he grew older I had to charge of these raids, much to my displeasure.
One night I was fortunate enough to discover a coven of real vampires hiding out in the sewer's beneath the city. I knew we were going to have to attack them one night so I led the hunt for them a couple of days after.
As the chaos started to die down, I felt the worst pain imaginable. I looked to see that one of the vampires had bitten me and started to feast on my blood. My good friend Barnaby hit the creature on the head with his pitchfork and it ran off to claim more victims. The crowd ran off after the vampires and left me bleeding to death in the street.
Somehow, I managed to Crawl into a nearby potato cellar and cover myself in potatoes.