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The "father" of the family was born in London, England in the early sixties. He was the son of an Anglican pastor. His mother had died after she gave birth to him. His father was an intolerant man, persecuting the Roman Catholics and other religions. He also had a strong belief of the reality of evil; witches, werewolves, demons and... vampires. They killed and burned many innocent people, accused of being a demon. But the actual creatures that he wanted were not so easy to catch and kill. The pastor aged, and gave his obedient son the right to lead the raids and hunts of the creatures. At first, the son was a disappointment, and not able to accuse the innocent of being the creatures. But still, he was more clever than his father, allowing him to be able to find a coven of vampires. They lived and hid inside the city sewers. Everyone got ready, getting their torches and pitchforks, awaiting for a vampire to show up in the streets. When one did emerge out into the streets, he was probably weak with hunger, able to smell the human scent of the mob of people. Calling out to the others of his kind, the vampire then blasted off running. The pastor's son, who was the age of only twenty-three, was young and very quick on his feet. He led the pursuit of the single vampire. The vampire could've easily out run everybody, but being so hungry and thirsty, he turned and attacked the first person that was in plain sight. The person in front was... the pastor's son. The vampire was quick to attack, draining the blood of him, along with killing two other men and taking one as a victim. He was left on the streets, bleeding. As the rest of the mob went to pursue the vampire with its victim, he fled into an alley way. He knew that his father would have anything infected by the creature, burned. And so, to save his own life, he hid away in a cellar and buried himself in a pile of rotten potatoes for three whole days. It was amazing that he could keep silent for that long, no one knowing about him. But then, and only then, did he discover what he had become.

Vampires can be killed only in a few ways, making them difficult to get rid of. No stakes, holy water, garlic, or anything. He couldn't accept his new life, and tried to get rid of himself, which is not so easily done. He jumped from great heights, drown himself under the ocean water, but he was fresh and young to this new life, as well as strong. But it was amazing how he could resist feeding on humans and their blood. He was just so appalled by himself, that he couldn't, and almost tried killing himself with starvation. The pastor's son became weak in strength and became very hungry and parched. He tried staying away from the human populace, noticing that his willpower was decreasing as well. Months, he wandered during the night, trying to find the loneliest places and loathing himself. Then, one night, a herd of deer crossed his path. Without thinking, and only of his thirst, he attacked the deer, draining it's blood. After, he regained his strength, and realized that there was another way to take control of the beast inside of him. He could exist in the world without being a demon, without human flesh and blood. He mad better use of his time, studying at night, planning by day. He swam across the English Channel all the way to France, and throughout the rest of Europe, attending as many universities as possible. He studied many subjects; music, science, medicine. He found his calling, his penance in saving human lives. The two whole centuries for him to perfect his self-control was a struggle. But it was worth it. He was now immune to the scent of human blood and is able to do the job that he loves without pain. He works his magic in hospitals. He went to study over in Italy, where he discovered many others like him. He lived with 3 others for only a few decades, not staying long. He admired their civility and refinement, but they tried to cure him of his evasion of 'their natural food source', so they call. To us, rather known as humans. They tried to persuade him, and he tried doing the same, both having failing attempts. At that point, he decided to search the New World instead. He had dreams of finding others like him since he was beginning to feel lonely. He failed to find others, but he later found out that he could interact with humans, them thinking that he wasn't at all so different. He began practicing medicine. But the companionship he craved for avoided him.

While Carlisle working in a hospital in Chicago was when the influenza epidemic hit. It's been several years, him thinking over ideas, but then not being able to find a companion, he finally decided to make one. He really had no idea how he transformed, so he hesitated. And he loathed stealing another's soul and life like the way his was stolen. But as his train of thought continued, he had found a boy of around the age of seventeen, and he was called Edward. There was no hope of him living, being left in the hospital left to die. Carlisle treated his parents and knew that he was all alone. He then decided to try to change him. That was only the beginning of it all.