A/N: I am continuing my other story, but along with some other ideas, this has been playing in my head and I just had to write it! Be warned if you're an Austen purist, as my OC will be changing things up greatly in this world :) To assist those who may not know, Anouk's name is pronounced Ah-Nuke. Anouk's face claim is Gemma Arterton (please look her up!) and though she is older than my OC, who is 19, I'm sure you'll get the idea… Please enjoy, and review, favourite, and follow! x

Chapter One

"Anouk!" Mum shouted up the stairs at me. "The suitcases are in the car, so make sure your other bag is packed. Be ready to leave in 20 minutes!"

"Yeah, I will be. Just make sure Dad knows that!" I shouted back to her.

"Oi!" I heard Dad join in.

Giggling to myself, I shut my bedroom door. I sighed as I looked around my room. The place was an absolute tip. Clothes covered all areas of my room, sketchbooks and art supplies were scattered across my floor, and only a few clear spaces of floor existed. Tiptoeing gingerly around the mess, I grabbed my large handbag.

My family and I were about to head out on a small weekend trip to stay at our cottage in the countryside, away from all the dirt and the busy crowds of good old London. Also, as I was currently on vacation from university where I study Fine Art, it seemed like a good idea to get away for a while. Alas, being an art student means you can never really escape.

'I really need to tidy all my art supplies away.'

I picked up my latest sketchbook and a couple of pens and pencils, putting them in my handbag. Then I grabbed my make-up bag, my phone, and a spare bra. When you have a chest as large as mine, it pays to be prepared! Humming to myself, I tapped my fingers against my thigh as I tried to remember if there was anything else I should bring.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. I really don't want to have to spend a car journey without some reading material. Last night, I managed to finish Pride and Prejudice, for what seems like the hundredth time, but even re-reading that again so soon seems like overkill.

"Gahh!" I groan, flopping onto my bed. Fuck it, I'll just stay home, and slowly disintegrate. I'm sure they won't miss me.

"Anouk! Come on, get a move on!" Dad knocked on my door. Turning my head in the direction of my door, I saw Dad poking his head through. "That doesn't look like packing." He commented, one eyebrow raised. My Dad, at 45, is one of those men who once he hit 40, seemed to stop ageing. His swept back, dark black hair was flecked and streaked with dark grey, and his face subtly lined with his years. But his blue eyes are what kept him looking young, whenever they twinkled at me, or winked at my mother.

Mum on the other hand looks like she stopped ageing when she hit 30. She has gorgeous curly auburn hair, and a smile that brightens every room she steps into. Considering she's now 42, It's easy to imagine why I hope that this ageing thing is something i've inherited from both my parents.

"Oh shush, I'm sorted. Well, apart from having no book to read, but I might just sleep for the journey." I heaved myself out of my bed, grabbed my bag, before shoving Dad out of my room tiredly. "Ok, I'm ready, see? Let's go." I waved my hands about, gesturing for him to lead the way.

I drag my sleepy body past my parents, and collapse into the back seat of the car. I can hear them talking to one another, however I don't pay attention to what is being said, as knowing them it will be something mushy and romantic.

Although my parents, Peter and Joanna Amberly, have been married for about 20 years, they still act like they are newly in love. Whilst I do adore them, and the fact that they still love each other so dearly, it is nonetheless rather gross to see your parent's snogging every time you turn around.

But that being said… I would love to one day have a relationship such as theirs.

I sink further into my seat, fiddling with the hem of my blouse. Two hours. I just have to make it through two hours.

"Oh, Dad?" I mumble.

"What is it, Anouk?"

"I think I forgot to tell you earlier, but I found a buyer for my car. They're happy to pay the full price and everything," I recall to him. "So… You know what that means!" I grin at Dad, cackling.

"Yes, yes… you can buy that damned horse that you want so badly!" He gives a mock sigh, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he glances at me in the rear view mirror. Mum simply smiled in affection at the two of us.

"Once he is mine, there will be no insulting my baby… Got it, sir?" I said, pompously, looking down my nose at him. Well, as pompously as one can look when you're in the backseat.

"Sure thing, Ace. You finally decided on a name?"

"You know it! I'm thinking Zorro," I spread two fingers and moved them, crossing them over my narrowed eyes. "The masked man in black… Otherwise known as… Diego de la Vega! Or just Zorro…" I grinned and shrugged my shoulders. "Either will do!"

Dad snorted. Mum turned in her seat, to look at me face on. "Darling… You know I love you… But you are rather to obsessed with that film!" She gazed at me amusedly.

I poke my tongue out at them and smirk, but it quickly drops as I feel our car hit a pothole in the road, and immediately begins skidding off the road.

Dad grips at the wheel, his knuckles turning white as he attempts to regain control over the car. Mum's eyes are pressed shut, her hands clutching her seat belt, screaming. I can feel my heart racing in fear as we careen off the road.

I hear a deafening crash, a sharp pain wracks through my body, and then it all goes black.

Feeling a dull pain in my forehead, I press my hand against my temple, and snuggle deeper into my bedding. Wait. Bedding?

I shot up, my eyes wide. I was in a large bedroom, that was definitely not mine. I stared at my surroundings in shock as I tried to fathom where I was.

The fuck?

"Miss Anouk?"

I squeaked in surprise, my head whipping in the direction of the voice. A middle-aged woman dressed in what looked like servant clothes from the regency period. Oh god, oh god, oh god. I squeezed my eyes closed, and pinched the skin on my arm with my forefinger and thumb.

'I'm dreaming. Just a dream, just a dream-'

"Miss?" The servant spoke up again. My eyes snapped back to the woman, my heart thudding a mile a minute.

"Erm, yes?" I asked tentatively, still very befuddled.

"Your father and mother desire you join them at the breakfast table, Miss Anouk." And with that, she disappears back out of the door. I can't help but blink in shock. Glancing around the room, my hands gripped onto the bed sheets, I try to take deep, slow breaths to calm myself.

I wracked my mind for the last thing I could remember. I was in the car talking to Mum and dad about Zorro… And then what? I chewed anxiously on my bottom lip. Think, Anouk, think!

Then I froze. The pothole. Mum screaming. The crash. Pain. And then darkness.

Tears leapt to my eyes, as I pondered what this meant. Was I dead? Did Mum and Dad make it out? But surely… Surely if I'd died I wouldn't be… Well, wherever this is. Scratching the idea of death out, so that I could try and avoid having a breakdown, I deliberated further. Where else could I be?

Looking down at myself, I realised I was no longer wearing my clothes, but a long nightdress. A plain, simple, white cotton dress. Thinking hard to myself, I paused once again.

I'm currently somewhere I don't recognise, wearing clothes I've never seen before, and apparently in a time period that's not my own. Oh fucking hell. This was a scenario I recognised easily, having read it many a time. Damn fanfiction. This had all the signs of the stereotypical 'girl falls into fictional world' story, and it seems that I'd inadvertently become a part of it. The question was… What story was I in? The regency clothing led me to believe an Austen novel, taking into account that I'd re-read Pride and Prejudice only a day previous.

Still suffering from shock, I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath. Ok, so not a dream then.

Stepping out of the bed, I padded over to the large window opposite my bed. Gazing out, I could see a long gravel covered pathway that was connected to a large fountain in the centre of a large circular gravel covered area which then lead towards the house. Surrounding the paths was a great expense of green fields. Woah.

The servant had mentioned my mother and father, so did this mean we owned all this? And furthermore, were they actually my real parents from my world, and would they know what was happening? I could only hope.

I went to the wardrobe and thumbed through the clothes. There was an awful lot of dresses and I was also pleasantly surprised to find breeches, shirts, and over-top corsets. Reaching in, I grabbed a pretty, delicate looking dress. It was an off-white, pale blue fabric, with the dress cinched in under the bust, with long three quarter length sleeves. It also had a thin, chiffon type fabric covering the sides of the neckline, drawing towards the chest.

Running my fingers gently over the fabric, I sighed to myself, my mind a melting pot of worries.

Rummaging through the drawers, I was shocked to discover that alongside some Regency style under garments, there were also some of my own clothes from back home. Pulling off my nightdress, and putting on my nude bra and underwear, then some regency under drawers, I managed to struggle into the new gown, and slipped on a pair of light grey shoes.

Standing before the mirror sat upon the dresser, I could only gaze at myself in curiosity. My appearance had remained the same; clear, pale skin, softly plump lips, dark brows, and forest green eyes, set in a heart-shaped face, with a slightly chubby, curvy hourglass figure with a small waist and large chest. From what I could tell I'd remained at the average height of 5'6, and kept my long, wavy dark brunette hair, along with my pierced ears (two piercings in each ear). I couldn't help but wonder how pierced ears are received in Regency period England.

I looked oddly at home in the dress, although my breasts did strain a little against the bust of the dress. Glancing away from the mirror, towards the door, I bit my lower lip nervously. I needed to stay strong if I wanted to figure out why I was here, and what I should do.

I straightened up, lifted my head up high, and swept my long hair over my left shoulder. Time to meet the family.