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"I learned the people's language, something very different from my own native tongue, and discovered that they called themselves the Quileute Tribe. They were a very spiritual people, able to rip their very souls from their body and put them back again. I told them to call themselves the 'Spirit Warriors' since that is essentially what they were. It was also with these strange people that I discovered my own ability. I could change my very appearance. I would often amuse the children while the men were out hunting and the women were cooking or cleaning.

"I left these people to explore this new world. They were sad, but I told them I would be back. And I did keep my promise, coming back after only a few short years. But in that short amount of time, these people had changed. When I came home, very thirsty for I had forgotten to hunt before I arrived, the people were afraid at and angry with me. They said I had tricked them into accepting such a dangerous monster and some of the children said my scent burned their noses. I stupidly asked them what could have made them turn against me in such a bizarre way and they told me, no, they growled at me to ask some of the others like me why they hated me now. I gasped, taking a step backwards, and told them that I knew of no others like me. A handful of angry wolves burst forth, then, and chased me away. I ran, leaving behind everything I wanted, yet again. I traveled for many, many years, then, still searching for the one thing I could never maintain…

"In 1862, I heard rumors about an epidemic going on in the southern states but, unlike most people, I knew immediately that it was no disease causing all the deaths. It upset me to know that I had set all of this in motion simply because I could not bear to be alone in my own disease anymore. I went down south to see if I could calm down the rampaging vampires, but Aro had beat me there. Being the coward that I was, not being able to face my past, I fled, leaving him and his friends - The 'Volturi' - to clean up the mess. I went up to Canada, to make sure there was no way he could find me.

"I spent my life mostly this way, fleeing every time I heard something that may connect me back to my past, until World War I. I was but a nurse then, traveling from M.A.S.H unit to M.A.S.H unit every four days to make sure there was as little trace of me as possible. Now, why exactly I did this, I am not really sure; could it have been my will to keep my existence as a blood drinker, now called a vampire (what a strange word indeed), a secret so as to not be left alone again? I doubted it. It could have been fate that kept me moving by showing me a kindness… Not that I believed in such a thing then. I truly believed that if fate was a kind thing, it would have let me die all those years ago. I think it was simply my will to find someone who would accept me, albeit, that was purely a subconscious notion. But it was how I found her in April, 1917. Her name was Roxanne Grey. She was a young Navy field medic, truly an outstanding young woman, and quite talented, too. The doctors who worked on her patients rarely had to do anything more than stitch up their injuries. But that was not how we met.”

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"I learned the people's language, something very different from my own native tongue, and discovered that they called themselves the Quileute Tribe. They were a very spiritual people, able to rip their very souls from their body and put them back again. I told them to call themselves the 'Spirit Warriors' since that is essentially what they were. It was also with these strange people that I discovered my own ability. I could change my very appearance. I would often amuse the children while the men were out hunting and the women were cooking or cleaning.

"I left these people to explore this new world. They were sad, but I told them I would be back. And I did keep my promise, coming back after only a few short years. But in that short amount of time, these people had changed. When I came home, very thirsty for I had forgotten to hunt before I arrived, the people were afraid at and angry with me. They said I had tricked them into accepting such a dangerous monster and some of the children said my scent burned their noses. I stupidly asked them what could have made them turn against me in such a bizarre way and they told me, no, they growled at me to ask some of the others like me why they hated me now. I gasped, taking a step backwards, and told them that I knew of no others like me. A handful of angry wolves burst forth, then, and chased me away. I ran, leaving behind everything I wanted, yet again. I traveled for many, many years, then, still searching for the one thing I could never maintain…

"In 1862, I heard rumors about an epidemic going on in the southern states but, unlike most people, I knew immediately that it was no disease causing all the deaths. It upset me to know that I had set all of this in motion simply because I could not bear to be alone in my own disease anymore. I went down south to see if I could calm down the rampaging vampires, but Aro had beat me there. Being the coward that I was, not being able to face my past, I fled, leaving him and his friends - The 'Volturi' - to clean up the mess. I went up to Canada, to make sure there was no way he could find me.

"I spent my life mostly this way, fleeing every time I heard something that may connect me back to my past, until World War I. I was but a nurse then, traveling from M.A.S.H unit to M.A.S.H unit every four days to make sure there was as little trace of me as possible. Now, why exactly I did this, I am not really sure; could it have been my will to keep my existence as a blood drinker, now called a vampire (what a strange word indeed), a secret so as to not be left alone again? I doubted it. It could have been fate that kept me moving by showing me a kindness… Not that I believed in such a thing then. I truly believed that if fate was a kind thing, it would have let me die all those years ago. I think it was simply my will to find someone who would accept me, albeit, that was purely a subconscious notion. But it was how I found her in April, 1917. Her name was Roxanne Grey. She was a young Navy field medic, truly an outstanding young woman, and quite talented, too. The doctors who worked on her patients rarely had to do anything more than stitch up their injuries. But that was not how we met.”