The year was 1907 in London.

Eleanor Ives, soon-to-be Mrs. Jonathan Van Der Woodsen, stood in front of the mirror. She was already dressed in her wedding gown and ready for her to walk down the aisle…though she felt as if something were missing in her life. None of this felt right, she thought sadly as her eyes looked down at the beautiful bouquet of pink and blue roses in her hands.

Her brown long curls tied into an elegant bun with pearls holding it all together. She was seventeen and already becoming a wife to a wealthy man she didn't exactly love, but not hated luckily. She thought that maybe she could grow to love him. He was nice.

He was smart too.

Her pale hands looked abnormal since he put on the diamond ring on her finger. More like a rock in my opinion…though no one ever asks me about anything. They all assume I'm happy and that I'm dutiful, but I have to be if I want to have a happy family according to my mother.

Eleanor was known for her beauty. She had many suitors, but never chose any of them because her father, Harvey Ives would be the one who arranged her "happiness".

Her dress was white and elegantly long with tiny bright colored flowers on the top of the corset and trailing to her shoulder over the sheer white fabric that covered her arms and back. The flowers were also at the bottom of her dress as well. She had a veil behind her and placed in her bun. It was a very beautiful dress in her opinion, but her mother chose it and planned her entire wedding.

Eleanor placed the bouquet down on the end table and moved her dress around so she could actually move. She grabbed her coin purse which held pounds in it for her use.

She opened the door of her childhood home and looked outside into the hallway, finding it empty. Eleanor picked her dress and started to walk out of the mansion without anyone noticing her. She saw that it was sunset which meant that the wedding would start. It was all about the scenery with her mother which was fortunate for her since in the dark, they wouldn't be able to find her.

This wasn't like her. She wasn't the kind of person to just leave her family behind. She didn't know what to do actually. She just kept on walking even though she knew that London was dangerous especially at night when the murderer, Jack the Ripper was still on the loose after disappearing suddenly.

She didn't care.

Eleanor stopped caring in that moment. She let it go.

Eleanor moved down the street, she took the time to look at London. She looked at all the people on the street, some were watching her and others were conversing with their customers. Eleanor watched as the sky turned into night and wondered if her family was looking for her. She knew that her father would call Scotland Yard in order to find her, drag her back, and force her to marry into the life he had with her mother.

Eleanor watched as the streets became less and less busy and soon became empty. She loved walking because it cleared her mind. She stopped walking and slowly turned around, feeling a cold breeze flutter around her. The hairs all over her body stood up on end as Eleanor stared at the tall man who stood only a couple of feet away from her.

He came closer to her and she noticed how handsome the tall blonde haired man was. He seemed to tower over her.

"Why are you staring at me?" Eleanor questioned. "Are you following me?"

"I am staring at a blushing bride who should be at her wedding, yes?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. Why do you care though?"

"I don't."

"Then why are you following me?"

"Curiosity."

"Curiosity killed the cat," she told him before turning and walking down the street. He walked beside her of course. "Can't you take a hint?"

"Are you sad?"

"No. I do not get sad."

"But you do get lonely," he added with a smirk.

"Is that supposed to charm me?" She mused, making him pause for a moment to regain his thoughts.

"Does it?"

"Why are you avoiding my question as to inquire why you are following me?" Eleanor asked, her voice a little frustrated.

"You've caught my eye."

She chuckled in amusement. "You think you have a chance with me?"

"Do I?"

She stopped walking and looked at him. "Not even if we had an eternity together."

"Why not?" he asked simply. He was calm throughout their entire conversation which striked her as odd since every man she met would lash out at her when she rejected them.

Maybe he knows how to hide them better than others…

"Because I've already met men like you and they've not satisfied me."

"Is that why you're running?" He inquired.

"I'm running from a life that been repeated throughout time. We'll get married, I'll become with child, he'll have his affairs and go to work, I'll stay at home and order around the servants while the nanny takes care of our children, and then we'll pass this same fate onto our children. It's the same story that goes on forever."

"And you don't want that I assume?"

"No, I don't," she confessed aloud for the first time in her life. "Would you want a life so…so…"

"Boring?"

Eleanor nodded. "Boring. Yes, that life is boring."

They stopped at a nice little Inn and she told him, "Well, this is where I must go. It was nice to meet you, Mr…"

"Northman," he answered and then bowed. "Eric Northman, Miss-"

"I don't give my name out to strangers, Mr. Northman," she replied and started to walk away from him, forcing herself to not look back.

Eric watched the girl leave him as Godric beside him. "Who has caught your eye tonight, son?"

"A fair maiden you could say…very mysterious and clever for such a young lady," he responded.

"Are you going to kill her?"

"No," he said softly. "I want to turn her."

PRESENT DAY ~ 2009

Eleanor walked through the streets of Manhattan, looking at the humans that surrounded her, barely glance at her. She was somehow able to blend into society throughout the years. She hadn't seen her "family" in decades. Purposely avoiding them.

"What is it, my love?" Dorian, her human asked as they walked into Tiffany's.

"Oh, nothing, but my thoughts," she answered.

"So the usual."

"Yes, the usual, darling. I was thinking about my wedding day."

"How long ago was that?"

"Almost one hundred and three years ago. I was a runaway bride at the time. Seventeen years old," she informed him.

"What happened with the others," he asked carefully, referring to her "family".

"You mean those vampires," she corrected. "I had a family and I was ungrateful about them. I regret that every single day."

"So what happened to them?"

Eleanor stiffened and her walls came barging around her. "I rather not talk about it, Dorian. Not today."

"Eric called today."

"That's not surprising," Eleanor replied simply and shrugged. "What did he want?"

"You. Godric's missing," he added quickly at the end of the sentence.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"I guess we'll have to back then, huh?" Eleanor sighed in disappointment.

Dorian came by her side. "You don't have to go. Eric can't force you to."

"You and both know that that's not true. He's Eric," she reminded him. "He does as he pleases."

TBC…

I hoped you guys like my new story. It's dark and will get crazy with drama, violence, and of course romance since you know the pairing for this story. Eleanor looks like the girl in my story's profile which is Lily James with her brown hair instead. Her wedding dress looks like Cinderella's in the 2015 movie. I know it's probably a little confusing right now, but next chapter it will pick up.

We'll go back and forth between the present and past, but not every chapter will be both. It may be one or the other. So stay tuned. I love your reviews so give them to me to make me write faster.

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