Let's pretend that you are writing a book about the Cullens(gender bent) and you need to know everything about each one of them. One by one they come in and tell you their story. They tell you every secret they have and then some. This is The Cullen Chronicles.

The Cullen Chronicles Ch. 1

"There are no secrets that time does not reveal."-Jean Racine

Cara Cullen

I was born Caroline Andrea Cullen in 1640s London; even then I went by Cara. I was the second child and only daughter to an Anglican pastor and a mother who died just after I was born. My father led hunts for vampires, witches, and other creatures trying to "rid the world of evil and sin".

As my brother and I got older, so did my father and he was unable to lead the hunts. My brother, Gabriel took over for him. While Gabriel took over Father's duties, Father made it his new task to find me a husband. There were many men in our village that were interested in me because, not to sound vain but, I was one of the prettiest girls in town. Finally, when I was 23, my father found an "appropriate" man for me to marry. However, I did not want to get married. Well, I wanted to be married to someone I loved. One night, while Gabriel was leading one of the hunts, I told my father this and an argument erupted between the two of us. I stormed out of the house, angry, and tried to find Gabriel and his mob. Before I found him, something, or someone, came from behind me and held me close. The body was hard as stone and cold as ice; I automatically knew what had gotten me. Something that my father hated, something that my father and grandfather wanted to rid the world of—vampire.

I know I was going to die so I braced my self for death. That did not come but I wished it had. The pain was blinding. Somehow, through my blazing veins, I managed to crawl into a rotten potato cellar where I stayed for 3 day until the pain diminished. I was horrified at what I had become. I had become what my father despised most. I prayed to god, if there was one for creatures like me, that my father would not hate me. I knew I could not go back home, so I ran. I tried everything I could to commit suicide. I tried to drown—I did not need to breathe. I tried to throw myself off a cliff—it didn't even hurt. Finally, I tried to starve myself. I stayed huddled against a tree for days. A heard of deer ran past me and before I could comprehend what was going on, I had taken down three of them. It was then that I realized that I did not have to be a monster.

After that, I travel around Europe. As I traveled, I decided to study medicine. I had made up my mind that I was going to help people instead of hurting them. When I reached Italy, I met the Volturi: Aria and her sisters Maria and Cay and their husbands. Apparently, they were considered vampire royalty. They taught me all about being a vampire. Even though I disagreed with some of her views, Aria and I became good friends. While I was there, I also met a Hispanic girl, a little older than me, named Elliyah (Aka Elli)* who had the ability to identify what powers others of our kind had. We became best friends; we were almost like sisters.

After we left Italy, we traveled together for a few decades. During that time, we went to Elli's home country of Spain where she met her mate, a Spanish man about our age by the name of Camarón*. The three of us traveled through Africa and into America. Soon after, we broke apart; keeping in touch every couple of weeks.

I became a nurse every chance I got, and that lead me to find my first daughter Elizabeth in Chicago. She was dying of Spanish Influenza and her father begged me to save her; she was only 17. A few years later we were Wisconsin, I found my mate— Eric Platt. He had fallen off a cliff and was thought to be dead but I knew better, so I changed him. A few more years after we married we moved to Rochester, New York, which is where I found my first son, Robert, dying in the street. Two years later, when we moved to Tennessee, I gained another daughter, Emma who is Robert's mate. 15 years later, my newest children found me, Brandon and Jasmine.

In the mid '50s, I decided to go to Medical School and become a doctor. I had been a nurse for 200 years and I thought it was time to move on up. During the turn of the century (2000), we were in Denali with Elli, Camarón, and the three brothers Ty, Ivan, and Kaden; we considered them our extended family, our cousins of sorts. Elizabeth quickly got sick of this living situation, so we moved into our favorite house in our favorite town: Forks, Washington.

Forks was very good for us. Being here allowed us to live almost human like lives. I was welcomed with open arms at the hospital and Eric started and architectural/designing company. The one person that was not doing as well was my physically youngest daughter. My Elizabeth had been alone for so long and it was taking a toll on her. That saddened me. Then enter Benjamin Swan. Oh, that boy changed my Elizabeth, for the better, and for that, I was grateful. Together, they gave the family and I something we would have never thought possible... But I'll let them tell you about that.

Life was good. Life was wonderful. Or should I say the afterlife. There is still one thing that will never change. I have kept one secret for over three centuries. This one secret is a tragic part of my past that I would like to forget but cannot. It is something no one knows, but I will tell you. My father didn't know, my brother didn't know, and 4/5 of my adopted children don't know; Eric and Elizabeth know. I am forever four months pregnant. Four, almost five, months before I was changed, I was attacked and raped. I did not realize it but I had become pregnant. I was devastated; I knew that if my father found out he would kill my baby, simultaneously killing me in the process. I had made plans to run away but the vampire got to me first. I am forever stuck with a small baby bump that will never go away. I am forever stuck with the slight pregnant symptoms and hormones. My heart breaks a little every time I think about it. I never could bring myself to tell the rest of my family; it just hurts too much.

Well that is my life, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I guess it's someone else's turn to talk so I'll send someone in. And who knows maybe talking to you has given me the initiative to my family my secret.

*Elliyah: pronounced (El-lee-ah)

**Camarón: Pronounced (Cam-ron)

Stay tuned for the next Cullen member's story. I think Alice in boy form is next. These will not go in order.