Becoming One

Introduction

A/N: Some of the story may be adjusted to be a bit more modern. And not all of the story will follow the original storyline. i don't own twilight, all credit goes to Stephanie Mayer. please comment any recommendations or ideas. thank you for reading - Lex

(What he looks like and his hair)
Y/LN POV

My name is Y/ln Y/ln. I have been a member of the Cullen Coven for 72 years. i wasn't originally supposed to be a member of the coven. You see, I'm a hybrid and i hate it because i am well known as the strongest immortal to exist. I was born in a small town called Mullingar in Ireland in 1915. Once i reached the age of 15 my mother told me that my father carried genes from the long lost were-cats that once existed before the shifters wiped them out. In March 1933 i went travelling with my best friend James. Our families were the richest within Ireland and we had allowances that allowed us to travel once transport was created. Our final destination together was Rochester, New York. 

Myself and James had visited a bar to celebrate our last night in the city sometime in the month of April. My memory of my last moments are still a bit of a blur. By this time i had already shifted at home in the company of my mother. My father having committed suicide after his brother was murdered in an accident at work. At that time i was content with the fact that i was different and held a secret i could never tell. It made me feel special. Whilst we were in the bar we witnessed a group of well dressed men that seemed to be lead by one of the older, more well dressed men. Although we were oblivious of the fact that he was about to brutally murder his fiance. 

After we left the bar we headed back to the room that we had been renting for the month from a lovely lady called Josephine. At around 8pm i had left the house to run to the local corner shop to get something for me and James to eat. I passed by an alley way and saw who i now know as Carlisle covered in blood and cradling a young girl. My heartbeat increased drastically and that's when his golden eyes met mine. "excuse me. Do you need some help. I can fetch the police." i say timidly. In that time the Irish were frowned upon and seen as outsiders. He shook his head and thanked be before disappearing with the young girl. I knew exactly what he was but didn't bring it up to protect myself. I shook my head and walked away thinking that he was just out to get a meal for himself and thought nothing of it. 

It wasn't until the next day that i realised that she was in fact not a meal, but had been saved by this man. i had recognised her on my final trip to that same store my last morning of being in Rochester. We were due to return to Ireland later that evening. I'm pretty sure James made it back. I watched as the mystery girl entered a building and from my hiding spot i was able to hear the commotion thanks to my increased sense of hearing. Nothing was said as the lives were taken and she disappeared into the early morning sun. I smiled at her obvious revenge before proceeding with my journey to the store. However, on my return to the house i would meet my death. Carlisle was still in the area searching for a missing Rosalie when i was struck by a police vehicle driving at unlawful speeds trying to assess the situation of Rosalie's blood that remained in the alley. An accident like this would not have normally killed let alone hurt a shifter like me. However because I was still new to shifting and had only shifter twice before I was till weak. The police offer was pronounced dead upon arrival as he was not wearing a seat belt. 

I woke up three days later in a small apartment on the suburbs of Rochester with Carlisle. He explained everything that happened and that he had turned me. Asking how it was possible for my scent and the taste of my blood to be so different i explained my existence as the only living were-cat. To say he was shocked would have been an understatement. He begged me to stay with him and help him find Rosalie. That was when i discovered he was not alone. There i met my brother Edward for the first time. He was hoping that Rosalie would be a companion for him to live a happy immortal life. I declined their offers of a happy life with a family and fled almost immediately. I had to return to Ireland and tell my mother what had happened to me. 

Once arriving back in Ireland i had almost ran into an exhausted looking James. He'd just left my mothers house after discussing plans for my funeral. I was greeted by my mother who shook her head whilst embracing me "do you know who did this to you?" She asked in a deflated voice. Shaking my head i sigh and rub my face looking around my childhood home "i cannot stay mum. its too dangerous for you" She cried and told me that she knew and that she understood. I left with the promise to return. And i had done just that. Once every week i would take her groceries and shopping and she would greet me with a hug. Until June of 1936 when i arrived with her groceries to discover that she had had a heart attack and died on her bedroom floor. Unable to cry i had sat and held her, dry sobbing into her shoulder before making the call to the police and disappearing before they had arrived.

That was when i decided i needed to change my way of life. I resorted to living in forests and woods and started to feed from animals. Although i can survive off of human food too i did not want to be i contact with anyone. I had made it to Toronto Canada and was hunting in the forest there when i was tackled by Emmett because he smelt me and thought i was a rogue shifter although we smell nothing alike. Esme had heard from where she was hunting and found him trying to kill me. And that was when she took me in and introduced me to the family. And to Rosalie who i knew i had imprinted on the second our eyes met. I had seen her on multiple different occasions in Rochester. However it was three years later that i realised i couldn't live without her.