As Carlisle was traveling around the world to find those of his kind to help him save his family and loved ones. A thought came to his head. Of an old, powerful connection that might just come in handy at a time like this. He hurried off to London to find Me. His sister Claireita May Cullen. I was born in 1610 to a new family. I was 13 when my father disowned me and told me to never come near their home again. From then on I lived on the streets. Carful to stay out of my fathers way. When I herd the anointment of Carlisle's birth I was overjoyed. I'd watch him around town sometimes. As he grew and learned. I knew he was different then our father. He never acted the same way as he did. One night, when I was asleep in an ally I herd a noise. I looked up in shock to see a pale figure looming in the distance. He was different. His eyes, his bright crimson eyes that were as dark and rich as blood gushing from a deep gash. He smiled at me when he realized I was awake. I got up. Instantly fearing him. Knowing he was going to harm me. As I started to run I herd no pursue behind me. So I slowed down. Then I felt a rush of pain and then blackness. When I awoke I felt the worst pain of my life. I didn't scream or thrash, I thought to give into the pain and to let it control me would cause the pain to win over me. Cause my will to live to vanish. I wondered what this creature was. And what he was doing to me. After a long time the pain eased. And I felt alive. But oddly so. I had no heart beat, my skin was white as a sheet. And my eyes, my once ice blue eyes, where now that same bright crimson that I had feared nearly three days before. After my transformation I had realized what I had become. I begun to hate myself. Thinking that I was a wretched thing that no one could ever love. I walked around the streets at night. My first instinct was to stay out of the sunlight. I wasn't sure why. But I knew I'd better listen to my gut. One night I herd a commotion coming from the streets. I peered around a corner to see what was happening. Then I saw Carlisle and a mob of people chasing others like myself. I saw one of them turn, and attack Carlisle and two other men. I wanted to rush to his side. To save him from the life I now led. But I could not. For there were too many people around and I was afraid that I would be discovered and burned to the steak just as so many other people were. I watched as my younger brother crawled away bleeding and dying. In the same emotional pain as he was physical all I could do was watch as my brother became the same damned thing I was. When he transformed we had met up after some time. He had told me of his way of life. Of what he had discovered. I gave it a ponder. I had never tried that before. Or herd of it rather. For many years and still now I contemplate his reasoning for his way of life. I do agree with some aspects of it. When he needed my help and sought me out in London I came back with him as quickly as I could. Ever since I saw my brother laying on the street bleeding and dying. I wish now more then ever that I can make up to him what I had lost.