I would like to welcome you to my first FF story as Gwin's Davine Raven. Since it is my first, it might be… choppy I guess you can say. I apologize for grammatical and spelling errors that I did not catch and I will re-read every chapter before posting it.

Chapter 1

Lizette (rhymes with Lynette) walked down the cobbler streets of past years London during the time that notorious vampires once roamed. It's the year 1675 and the lights are being lit one by one by a man who gets paid barely nothing to do this job and a few people are walking their dogs for one last walk before darkness gulps them. Lizette's own dress touches the ground and the hem will be filthy by dawn, her hair is down and humans can see the dark brown with some blood mixed in with it from the fight she lost against a vampire she doesn't know. Some female blond with a nasty temper. The young girl's golden eyes are hidden behind her hair and her hands hold up the dress enough so she can walk better. The emerald green dress with painful shoes, she wished she could change but women don't wear slacks like the men; not back then.

The vampire's wound heals as the night gets darker and she heads south as if going home to Nice, France ('Nice' pronounced like Niece). Being struck like she been by the blond reminded her of Court, her father; a wealthy French nobleman that ran the wealthy City Hall of Nice as governor. Court had been elected into office; something that people said was something that the rest of the world will someday do: elect people into high positions. Court had been a great man, a good husband, and an okay father to his three children. Lizette had been born second and her older sister would someday die from Small Pox and her younger brother would be killed by Court's enemies. Lizette herself sometimes wonders if that blond vampire who turned her had been living in Nice as a human and turned her for revenge. Either way all the Mathieu's children were dead before age twenty. Court and his English wife, Lily quit the office and moved out of Nice to Paris where they died from gas poisoning in their apartment building in the year 1460. Three years after Lizette died and four months after her younger brother passed away.

Lizette or Lizzie, never Liz, was turned by the same woman who just finished beating her up, moved to London because her mother's family was supposed to be there bit she never found them. Now in 1675, nearly 214 years after being killed she'd find solace in her city of that she's lived in for two centuries and fourteen years. Her home was a run down building infested with other homeless vampires of the seventeenth century and two were her only good friends. British vampire brothers Cory and Wyatt were both turned in 1668 and Cory was nineteen and Wyatt was seventeen years old. They both have blue eyes and dark blond hair but Cory is actually the shorter one while Wyatt is taller by only a half inch. Cory and Wyatt have also no parents and only each other left; they don't know who turned them or why, they are just happy that they were turned together…

A few miles away on the south boarder of London England one of the world's first female doctors was finished studying and going to go and prove something about herself and work at London's only hospital near where the vampire nest was located. She took a horse taxi and paid two shillings for it and thanked the man, he tipped his hat and clicked his tongue and they went around the corner. Elizabeth Roberts was a long haired blond woman with lovely green eyes and wore her own white gown for the hospital work. Running definitions of medical words through her head, she entered the hospital and began working.

…Cory and Wyatt greeted Lizette but smelling the drying blood in her hair, they ran over and helped her get cleaned up. She was silent as she washed out her hair in the basin and washed her face. Her night gown was the only thing she wore and the second thing she owned; her brother-like friends knocked on the door she called her room and she allowed them access.

Cory smiled a little, "I think we should get this checked out." he held up his arm and Lizzie gasped. Cory's arm was mangled and bleeding like crazy; Lizette went over and pressed her hand to his wound. She asked what happened, "It was Bethany," he muttered. "She called Wyatt a baby and I had too Lizette, I had to attack her and she-." He said, he sounded like it hurt, but hide it well from her. In the beginning of their friendship, Cory and Lizzie did think they were in love but when they had kissed, they felt nothing and agreed- awkwardly, to going back to being friends.

She shushed him and kept her fingers around his arm as they walked downstairs, Wyatt came with as they went down three blocks to the hospital.

The hospital had a few candles or lamps igniting the interior and only a couple male nurses were on duty. Just as they entered Elizabeth came from the break room and looked over because she smelled the blood and a vampires at the same time; scowling for three vampires to enter a hospital she went over with the intent to make them leave but they sat down and waited as the girl told her friend to stay there.

Lizette looked up and saw Elizabeth, "My brother got hurt- he was attacked."

"Vampires in a hospital room isn't a good idea," Elizabeth told her; Lizzie frowned and looked away from her but Elizabeth smiled suddenly. "You've never hurt a human have you?"

"No Doctor Roberts," Lizette said when she read her name on the tag of her lapel.

Elizabeth stopped, frozen in time as she called 'Doctor' for the first time and by a vampire. "Thank you," she whispered and went over to help Lizette's brother and Wyatt and Lizzie stayed out of her way.

The exterior of the building is brick and old looking already, the door is a large arch and the ivory built into it gives it a look that makes it look even more beautiful and wonderful. Cory's arm was bandaged and Elizabeth gave them her address and told the three to go to her home and wait for her there until dawn. She didn't give a reason but they did what they were told and walk nearly six miles to Doctor Elizabeth Roberts's house.

It was small and skewered with books on medicine and dictionaries that most women in that day and age would barely even look at or think about. Elizabeth was ahead of her time, they decided and Lizzie grabbed a doctor's journal and only read two pages before falling asleep with her brothers, right with her on blankets on the living room floor.