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I was born to a middle-class family in 1915 in Rochester, New York. My father had a stable job in a bank while my mother was a housewife. My parents were social climbers and I was the ticket they needed to reach their social aspiration. I was clearly the favorite of my parents, with two younger brothers. While growing up, I dreamed of a lavish life--a life with a rich husband and children as beautiful as I was. My parents influenced my want of material things, which made me vain and conceited. I wanted a big house that someone else would clean, with a large lawn that I would play with my children on. 
In Rochester, where I grew up, there was only one family that had what my parents wanted--the Kings. Royce King owned the bank my father worked in. His son, Royce II, saw me for the first time and began dating me. It was a quick courtship and we were soon engaged. The engagement went too quickly and wedding plans were made. I couldn't help but feel something was missing from my relationship with him, despite the fact that Royce was everything I'd dreamt of. I soon began wanting what my good friend Vera had--a husband who wasn't necessarily rich, but one that loved her and was there for her, and a small baby they could raise together lovingly. One night I went to Vera's, and while walking home I realized how late it was and I wished that I had called my father to escort me but realized it was silly since the way was so short. As I continued, I saw several drunken men. One of them turned out be Royce. Showing me off to his friends, he ripped off my jacket and the pins from my hair. When she I out in pain, the men seemed to enjoy it. They proceeded to beat and later rape me.
Royce and his friends left me dying on the streets. Carlisle Cullen came to investigate the grisly scene, found me half-dead and tried to save me humanly. I had never liked Dr. Cullen or his wife, Esme and her brother, Edward, as he then pretended to be. It had bothered me that the family was more beautiful than I was. Dr. Cullen, who turned out to be a vampire, saved me that night by turning me into a vampire after he realized I could not survive my wounds as a human. Despite the fact he and his family are vampires, they only fed on the blood of animals, calling themselves "vegetarians". Soon after becoming a vampire, I killed Royce and his friends in vengeance but was careful not to spill a drop of blood, knowing I couldn't resist that. For this particular reason, I pride myself on never having fed on human blood. Two years later, while hunting, I found a young man named Emmett being mauled by a bear and ran him back to Carlisle. I begged for him to save the dying Emmett, who reminded me of Vera's little boy Henry, by changing him into a vampire. We fell in love and were soon married. 
Emmett and I currently reside in Forks, Washington, but we often live away from the family as a married couple. I am the only one of the Cullens (except Carlisle) to keep my last name. Jasper took up my last name because we had been told many times we look so similar we could be siblings so that is what we usually go by. I decided to keep my last name on account of myself not wanting to be a vampire. It is for this reason that I resent Bella for wanting to be a vampire, for "throwing away" everything I ever wanted but never had a chance to have. 
