You were born in 1640. You had met Carlisle in 1660 and dated him until a week before his sudden disappearance. You didn't notice as you both hadn't contacted each other after breaking up.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) for you, you were also immortal. You had grown lonely over the centuries, yet you still traveled the world.

Now? You were moving to Forks, Washington. You were an author, and every few years, changed pen names so no one would know it was the same person writing the books, considering you were also immortal. A vampire, to be exact.

You just finished moving into your new house when you heard footsteps. You were startled. It was him. Your ex.

You were surprised he was alive still because last you knew, he wasn't a vampire, and yet here he was. A vampire.