My name is Aiya (I-Ya) Amara Cullen 3
I have a twin brother his name is Carlisle James Cullen.

We were born on March 29, 1640. I am happy to say that i was born 20 minutes before Carlisle. However, our mother died giving birth to us and our father is the towns Angelican Pastor and has a personal crusade agains evil. He leads men all through london killing withches, vampires, and werewolves, pshh please as if they are real, those are just myths.

I am currently 19 along with Carlisle, our father is training him so that one day when he is too old to lead the hunts Carlisle will be able to step up and take his place. I am sorely against the idea, being that ever since i can remeber Carlisle and I have been inseperable. With our mother having died of child birth and our father always away on his cursed hunts all we really had was each other, and we were happy with that. I was never one to believe in his crusades, I loathed what he did. Carlisle was always the one to help me when I, would become physically sick at the idea of my father practically murdering innocent people.

And, although Carlisle and I are twins we are not completely identical in personality, where Carlisle is calm and collected, I am energetic and sarcastic. Carlisle believes that if you can talk it out that there is no need for violence, I however, dare you to mess with my family or anyone i care about. I am by no means a violent person I do have that in common with Carlisle, I usually have smile on my face, however my temper is like a bomb you trip the right wire and I'll explode, I garuantee that I will not start a fight with you, but you can bet that I will be the one to end it. Another thing Carlisle and I have in common is our love to help others, though where he wants to be a doctor and help whoever he can, I want to be a pediatric nurse. The thought of waking up every morning and being able to put a smile on an ill childs face or be able to make a bed riden child laugh warms my heart. It is truley what i want to do with my life, and yet neither mine nor Carlisle's dreams are possible, Carlisle because he is suppossed to take over when our father is too old, and my dream will never come true because a girl my age is only suppossed to be worried about finding a husband, settling down, providing children, and a clean house to come home to. Yet that is not what Carlisle nor I want for ourselves.

I've always been the more rebelious child out of the two of us, I would sneak off during the middle of the night and go meet up with my friends as we talked about who was cute in our small town in London, England.

One night on December 11, 1659 My friends and i had decided to meet up and chat, what we didn't know was that none of us would be returning home that night. It was probably around one in the morning when we decided we should be heading back. Just as we turned to leave there was a snap of a branch to our right. Thinking it was our parents and that we had been caught Mayia, Remady, and I bowed our heads and waited for the scolding, we felt was imminent. When I didnt' hear anything i looked up and noticed a man he was in his late 20's and had black hair the shade of night and eyes as red as ruby's, I was more than a little freaked recalling all of the stories my father would tell Carlisle and I on his down time. As i started to back up pulling Mayia and Remady he decided to speak.

"Where do you think you are going sweetheart? I wont hurt you."

His voice was smooth like honey and I was in a trance along with both of my friends. It felt as if I, couldn't do a thing except stand there and wait for death to take me. Before i could react he had a hold of my friend Remady his teeth digging into her skin as she screamed for help every inch of my body wanted to help her, and yet none of my muscles would cooperate with me. Before I, knew it both of my friends were on the floor with blood coming from their necks and the man was up and moving I, started screaming as he grabbed my arm, he threw me too the ground and soon was upon me with his razor sharp teeth barried in my neck. A peircing scream rolled of my tongue and slipped through my lips as i felt the blood leaving my body, he dropped me and then left thinking i was dead, but i could feel my heart beat faintly in my chest as the fire raced through my vains.