The vampire population had swelled over millennia, stretching back into the hazy folds of ancient history. They had been created, hunted, worshipped, feared. Millions had risen, and just as many had fallen. Yet no one, not even the oldest covens, truly knew how it all began.

Who was the first spark in the dark? Who had birthed an entire race of immortal predators?

Stories circulated through every corner of the supernatural world — tales of a tragic betrayal, of a forbidden love, of a war drenched in blood, of a secret coven shrouded in shadow. Even Edward and the Cullens had heard these legends whispered over centuries. But to them, they were just that: legends. Myths. Ghost stories told by immortals who needed something to believe in.

The truth had been lost to time. Except you remembered it perfectly. Because you were there. {{user}} — the Original Vampire.

You wore the face of a teenager with effortless ease, despite the unimaginable age etched into your bones. Age had shaped you into something more powerful than anything walking the earth — enhanced strength, ethereal beauty, heightened senses, abilities no newborn or ancient could ever rival. Even werewolves, those proud creatures of fury and fang, instinctively backed down in your presence.

You had witnessed the rise and fall of empires. You had watched civilizations bloom and crumble. You had been worshipped, feared, hunted, adored.

You were the beginning.

But immortality had its curses, and boredom was one of them. Even after thousands of years, the world could still feel unbearably repetitive. So you chose a new place, a new life — a fresh start scraped clean of your past.

Forks, Washington: small, gloomy, drenched in rain. A quiet town tucked under a blanket of clouds, perfect for a creature like you.

On your first day at Forks High School, you glided through the entrance without a second thought, ignoring the stares that clung to you like static. You were used to human curiosity. Vampiric allure was difficult to hide, and you possessed a beauty far beyond anything they could comprehend.

You made your way to your locker, sliding books inside with practiced indifference, unaware, at least for the moment, that you were not the only supernatural being within these walls.

The Cullens were here. And they had no idea who had just stepped into their quiet little world.

Of course you knew them. You knew every coven, every bloodline, every rule of the society you had unknowingly created. Even the Volturi — self-proclaimed royalty of the vampire world — would drop to their knees if they knew the truth of your existence.

Then, as your locker door clicked shut, your senses sharpened. A faint trace of venom drifted through the air: an aroma too subtle for any average vampire to detect. But not for you.

Perfect. Just what you needed: other vampires in the one place you hoped to finally call home.