Florence Nightingale had never considered herself a normal girl — not entirely.

From the start, she'd always been a hairsbreadth away from losing any respect as a woman of society - because God forbid, she wanted to be a doctor where else everyone instead wanted her to find a wealthy husband and settle down with sons instead of daughters.

But that'd never been what she'd wanted. While women her very age were finding themselves rising to the expectation of Italian society as doting housewife's and sometimes better mothers, Florence took it upon herself to learn. Because she would be a doctor, it'd been her hearts content for years prior and wouldn't simply be pushed aside for the sake of ladylike notoriety.

It should seem the world wasn't entirely opposed to her plans either, because Florence does indeed learn. Already, her name was in people's mouth with begrudging respect. The Crimean War had started raging around her, and Florence found herself volunteering to be a doctor in the hospital tents. She'd accepted, but just like that - Florence gets her death call.

Meeting Carlisle Cullen changes everything she's ever believed of mankind. Her newly sire, Carlisle makes her into a once horror story character.

It's alongside him, and many others who enter her life that Florence finds some peace to the rapid existence that always seemed to be passing by her.

As a Doctor and as a woman.