A/N I do not own any of the characters, places or objects associated with the Parasol Protectorate Series these are all unfortunately owned by Gail Carriger.

Synopsis: When Lady Worthington made a deal with B.U.R two years ago she expected to be left alone, but now a new threat to preternaturals forces her to move back to London and confront her worst nightmares. My own characters situated in the world that Gail Carriger so perfectly created set in-between Heartless and Timeless.

Prologue- Paris, 1877

I remember that night so well, people say that good memories stay with you forever, having never experienced a good memory I wouldn't know but that night is imprinted on my brain. It was a summer evening and I had been allowed the luxury of staying up late to enjoy the night air. In all of my six years I had never left the comfort of Fleetly House, I had never seen anything other than the wood panelling that covered nearly every wall in sight, nothing other than the roses that bloomed in the walled gardens, I realise now that I lived in a fantasy world, a world where death and pain did not exist yet how envious I am of my past self for I did not know then how soon despair would invade my life. It wasn't the loud voices that first alerted me to the presence of something sinister; in fact it was quite the opposite. The house fell gravely silent the only noise that dared to exist was that of the grandfather clock down the hall from my nursery. I crept towards my parent's room seeking comfort that I was imagining all of this, now I wish that I had remained in the safety of my nursery, enveloped in its blanket of toys and blissful unawareness.

When I reached the outside of the master suite the scratching noises become more pronounced and I bit back the urge to cry out in the darkness. My courage began to fade and I considered running back to the nursery when the door in which my fears lay behind swung open. The last thing I heard was my mother screaming my name until the world dissolved into darkness. Even now as I sit writing this in my journal the memory of that night still haunts me, the dreams that I suffer from have now returned and I fear that the monster that killed my parents has also returned for me. I can no longer cloak myself in darkness and I must emerge from the cocoon that I have so carefully built around myself here in Paris.

I must return to the life I used to life, the life of a hunter, the hunter.

A/N I will be uploading some putting links at the bottom of chapters to pictures of the places and outfits etc. that have inspired me. Toodles and happy tea drinking.