I grew up in a happy home with two fairly wealthy parents who had steady jobs. Never has a day passed when I have not thought of my biological mother, Elizabeth, and of the endearing love that dwelled within her, for me. The fact that she was able to sense a difference in Carlisle than any other individual is truly amazing. I feel the need to thank her for the future she hadn’t intended for me, until her final moments. I have learned to house few regrets; life only progresses onward, so why harbor hatred and bitterness of the past? I will forever love my biological parents dearly, even to this very day: one hundred and ten years later. I will never forget them.
Carlisle encountered my dying mother, Elizabeth Masen while working in a hospital in Chicago. I was dying of influenza as well. My mother begged Carlisle to do anything within his power to save me as she lay dying. Out of loneliness, and armed with the knowledge that I was alone in the world, he changed me and I became his first companion. Not long after, in 1921, Carlisle and I moved to Wisconsin, where Carlisle treated Esme after a failed suicide attempt spurred by the loss of her child. Carlisle felt compelled to save her life, having already treated her for a broken leg in her adolescence, and changed her as well. They soon fell in love and married. Carlisle then turned Rosalie Hale, my adoptive sister, who was raped and almost killed by her drunken fiance and his friends, who then left her in the street to die. Later, while hunting, Rosalie found a young man named Emmett, my adoptive brother, who had been mauled by a bear. She carried him over 100 miles to Carlisle to be changed.
Much later, We all moved to Forks, Washington where we had previously made a treaty with the Quileute tribe led by a werewolf named Ephraim Black. The treaty stated that the Quileutes would leave the Cullens alone if the Cullens would refrain from biting humans - whether to kill or change them - or trespassing on Quileute land. Because of the treaty, the Cullens were able to live in relative peace.
Of course, everyone eventually goes through a rebellious streak; mine occurred soon after my transformation into a vampire was complete. I went against Carlisle’s practice of feeding off of animals, and made a desperate attempt to develop my own way of living. After ten long years of being apart from my family, I then realized just why Carlisle made the effort to only drink of animals instead of the usual human meal.
In order to distract myself from the constant hunger that plagues me, and one or two other rather unpleasanteries, I intended on finding a hobby in order to pass the time... Considering there seemed to be so much of it, these days. The piano has always fascinated me, truth be told. The sweet melodies musicians composed struck me as hypnotizing. Emotions could, indeed, be expressed without words, as music thoroughly proves. So, I began experimenting with different notes and various tunes. I played what my ear registered as pleasant to the senses. Esme soon caught on and encouraged me to continue. As soon as I became familiar with the instrument, I wrote a song especially for her. I am well aware that she enjoys listening to classical music, while decorating and gardening. The piano is only my second love, for I know it will always be there when needed the most. You understand.
My ability to hear humanity’s thoughts helped ease the guilt I had for killing innocent people for my own selfish gain. I decided to use my gifts in order to redeem myself for preying on the innocent. I preyed upon the worst of society in order to justify my actions. I returned to Carlisle merely two years later, ridden with guilt (to say the least). He was right. I was wrong -- there wasn’t more to it. I haven’t strayed since.
I have only given a basic overview of my "life", mine and Alice's history is rather extensive, If you wish to know more about our lives together, i have some rather extensive documentation in the blogs above.