Carlisle Cullen MD has not received any gifts yet
I hope you’re not in any hurry. I am often garrulous, and my story is, naturally, very long.
I was born sometime in the 1640’s (the date is not exact, as you could well imagine). My mother died giving birth to her only child, so I was entirely raised by my father. He was a devout Anglican pastor, and raised me to believe the same faith he did- but I could never imagine being what he was. He led witch and monster hunts, creating a fear in the town that couldn’t be fathomed. He used the unattainable power of the church to get people to do what he wanted. The years went on, and he grew older, as did I. My father expected me to take up the same practices that he had done in his earlier years. I reluctantly did so, and was expected to. I knew who they were killing, who I was forced to hunt for… They’d blame natural causes and strange behaviors on this. Witches, Vampires and other various monsters. I was not oblivious to the injustice that surrounded me.
One night, when I was around 23 years old, I rallied up a group of men, and we set out on a hunt. Little did I know that this would be the last night of my life. I remember it very clearly: a bolt of white in the dim, brisk fall evening. It had just fallen to dusk. This was a woman, a beautiful woman with long caramel locks, stark white skin and deep red eyes. I tried to fend her off with the torch that burned in my hand, but I failed and she left me bleeding in the street, just feet away from the forest. In the fog that was my mind at that moment, instinct finally kicked in, and I forced myself closer toward an old potato patch nearby. If my father found me bitten, I’d be burned for certain. I awaited 3 nights in agony until the change ceased. I finally realized what I had become: just the thing my father feared- what I feared… A vampire.
I cannot begin to tell you the countless ways I strived to destroy myself. Iabhorred what I was and vowed that I’d not take a human life, despite my desperate thirst for human blood. I stayed away from human population, and I tried to commit suicide in countless ways.
Until one misty, frost bitten afternoon, I hissed at the feeling of sun, and the coldness of the air around me. I was weak, starving, and lethal. Instinct was my only drive now. I turned my head quickly, sensing animals near. It was a pack of deer… My mouth watered with venom, and my instinct completely engulfed me. I launched myself at the animals, attacking one, sinking my teeth into it, quenching the thirst I had had. From that day on, I realized I could live off of the blood of animals.
As the years passed, I was able to use my unlimited time for study; first music, science and the arts, and then shortly thereafter, I found medicine as my calling. I used it to my advantage in many ways, and after nearly 200 years of torturous effort, I eventually was able to become the physician I am today, posing no threat to my patients with my natural thirst for blood.
I can say, with confidence, that I have done the best I could with what I had. That’s all there is to it, isn’t there?