Okay, so this story was previously posted in the crossover section, but at the recommendation of the brilliant reviewer Thought Criminal who suggested I post this story on the main page in an attempt to get more reviews. Very cheeky of me I know but please read and tell me what you think.

Summery: Rachael, Ivy, Jenks and Trent all board the Titanic. Is the Titanic strong enough to hold them all, will sparks fly, and can the doomed ship be the scene of yet another forbidden romance? Set in 1912, when the Titanic was set to sail. In my story the turn has already happened, though it wasn't caused by a genetically altered tomato, it has happened and the humans know about the Inderlanders and aren't afraid anymore…much.

Inspired by the amazing Twitanic by iWantTheLastDance, I decided if you could write something so amazing for Twilight, I'd give it a try for The Hollows. Seriously, any Twilight fans out there want to check it out, it's incredible. Also this is my first Rachael Morgan fic, and my first crossover, so constructive criticism and ideas are more than welcome, just go easy on me, I'm still trying my hand at this. :)

I do not own anything, not the Titanic film or the Rachael Morgan books; I do however own my OC Mr Baxter, who anyone who has read my Robin Hood series will know as Robert Baxter's great granddad.

Chapter one

TPOV

The door to my carriage was promptly opened for me, nodding in acknowledgment of the footman I stepped down onto the dock, so this was the Titanic, I thought as I looked over the carriage and up at the grand ship, to be honest I thought it was going to be bigger. I was used to grandeur, to the finer things in life, growing up in the Kalamack household everything had always been the best money could buy, so boarding the Titanic, which was said to be the most luxurious ship ever built, as a first class passenger, was nothing more than expected. I looked up at the unsinkable ship and felt no great desire to go aboard it, despite all its magnificence the Titanic may as well have been a slave ship, as far as my future was concerned.

"Our luggage is around here," Ellasbeth told the footman who had opened her door coldly, she was dressed in an expensive white floor length dress and wore and equally extravagant hat to mark the occasion. In my opinion Ellasbeth had more trimmings and decorations on her than the Titanic, though I would never say such a thing aloud. Clothes and fine things were her passion, she shopped as though it was going out of style and was to be my wife "there are also several more on the back of my parents carriage, I insist you are careful with them, they are delicate."

Despite what I had earlier said, the Titanic did hold some significance for me; it signified the last few days before I was to be ushered into a loveless marriage to a woman I barely knew. The wedding was scheduled to take place the day after the Titanic made port in New York and would see Ellasbeth and I joined in holy matrimony. I had long known that this was to be my fate, the likelihood of a person marrying for love in my social circle had always been doubtful, I hadn't expected my marriage to be any different, yet I had hoped it would be. However I knew well that a person got nowhere in life by simply hoping, actions were what took us to the places where we now reside, so actions were the only way to truly get what you want. This aside I still found myself in my current position, however I would make my choice to marry the insufferable Ellasbeth a hundred over, if it ment the survival of my species. Marrying an elf was the only way that I could further ensure that I did my bit to save our species from extinction, but of course there were so few of us left, that it had never been likely I would marry for love. I turned away from the ship, knowing I would have to board it sooner or later and that it would be best to get the finalising moment over and done with. I was about to take a step when suddenly I was pushed back by a hand on my chest.

"Coming through," a slightly irritated but clearly excited voice said, the girl who owned the voice pushed me aside, her bright red hair trailing behind her, dancing around her head like a flame as she ran. She looked over her shoulder to grin broadly at the dark hair vampire who ran along behind her; the redhead's face was alight with anticipation and joy as the two raced towards the ship, a pixy flew along behind them, sending silver sparkles over the crowds as he did so. I frowned, not even an apology. My gaze followed the rude girl and her friend, I wanted to shout something after them, to alert them to my displeasure, did they not know who I was? But I didn't, they were too far away now, and I knew Ellasbeth would hate a scene. I watched as they ran up the gangway, I made a disapproving noise as I took in what they were wearing, both were dressed in mens clothes, brown trousers tucked into boots and white shirts. It would have been hard to tell that they were indeed women, were their clothes not so tight that they left no room for any doubts as to their gender. If that was what all the third class passengers were going to be like, I hoped very much that they would stick to their own section of the ship.

Shaking off my disapproval and returning to my usual professional demeanour, I attempted to walk around the carriage again, this time with no disruptions. Smart shoes clicking I walked around the carriage to where Ellasbeth stood, Jonathan and Quen were standing behind her, awaiting further instructions from me.

"Shall we?" I asked Ellasbeth as I offered her my arm; dragging her attention away from the footman she was still barking orders at, to me.

"Thank you," she said with no real conviction, taking my arm she gave me a look which told me that if we were alone she would have been asking me what had taken me so long, or rather, yelling at me because I had not been by her side the instant she got out of the carriage. I silently thanked the heavens that we were in public and she wouldn't want to make a scene.

I led her towards the ship, with Quen and Jonathan in our stead. As we reached the gangway I looked over my shoulder and took one last look at England, knowing that now I was on the ship the deal was pretty much done, I would marry Ellasbeth in a matter of days. Ellasbeth had uncharacteristically accompanied me on my business trip to London; I had been meeting a Mr Baxter to settle a pre-agreed deal and had been surprised that Ellasbeth had wanted to come with me, that until she had wondered off down Oxford Street where the reason for her trip had become apparent. We had arrived in Southampton yesterday, early so that we might rest before the big voyage, laden with an additional two trunks, which held Ellasbeth's purchases. As soon as we entered the ship, Ellasbeth removed herself from my arm, much to my immediate relief, and hurried off to speak with her female friends, she was either discussing the magnificent craftsmanship used on the boat, or her purchases from last week. I decided that the latter was the most likely. As Quen and Jonathan looked into locating our rooms I took in the incredible beauty of the ship, even I could no longer deny that this ship was astonishing, the interior design was tasteful and elegant, and clearly the rest of the ship would be amazing if this was only the first room. I turned and straightened my suit; I supposed there were worse places to spend my last few days of freedom.