here is an updated version of chapter 1. one of my friends said that it should have more detail cos i copyed it straigfht from my original. and i would appreciate it if people reviewed it too!!!!

ETERNITY

31st October 2006

My father always said family was important, without your family you have nothing. Constantly he told me this, when ever I complained about the family outings and having to move from one house to the next just so we stayed together, "Charlotte, sweetheart" he would say," you must always remember that your family is important because without it you have nothing-nothing at all and with no one you suffer unimaginable loneliness…". My father knew this well, as his mother and father as well as his twin brother died when he was a small child. He had run down to the bakers to get some bread for their supper, but he had walked slowly watching London's many amusements back to his house to only to see London police putting up wooden barricades to stop the converging crowd.

Mrs. Landson, the next door neighbour saw him and stopped him from running in. My father saw his family's bodies dragged out of the house and into a wagon to be taken to the cemetery. He went to their funerals – many of London's fine families turned up to see Lord and Lady Farrars and their eldest child get laid to rest, whilst their remaining child watched. My father never forgot that day. Seeing parents and brother get buried. He still remembers seeing the police drag out their bodies. He never found out how or what had killed his family- but he'd never asked either- he did not want to know it, wasn't something he was interested in knowing, for he did not wish to know how the ones he loved so much had been murdered.

November 13th 1823

Preparing for a dance had to be classified as one of the many ways of torturing women. The clothes that made you look ridiculous, the make up that was just as bad and the annoying routine of making sure you remember how and why you were there as well as remembering everyone's names and status all together it could only be described as horrible.

"I do not understand why I have to be tortured like this," I exclaimed to Eliza, my maid who seemed to think being torture was fun! Eliza was helping me to get dressed for some Lord's dance, "I just don't know why it is expected that I have to act like someone I am not!"

Eliza rolled her eyes as she hears this every time I have to get ready for another torture session which have become even more common since my 17th birthday, "and which ever Frenchman invented this blasted corset should be hung! How you are meant to breathe in this is still a mystery to me! But if someone knows can they please tell me!"

"Maybe the French have learnt how to not breathe?" Eliza suggested as she tightened the corset to an almost rib cracking extreme.

My breathing became short and shallow- thank the Lord that I would be leaving that stupid dance early to go for a walk, meaning I would be able to loosen this ridiculous corset. Of course if my father found out that I sneak out of various parties, dances, balls and dinners I would in very deep trouble.

Eliza helped me to put on the rest of my petticoats and a beautiful midnight blue and ivory white French silk dress, it looked very beautiful with my pale skin and chocolate brown hair that was clasped up with curls escaping it-my father will probably say I nice.

I sighed and walked down the stairs to farewell my father, "Ahh…you look beyond belief- if only your mother could see you my dear Charlotte." I knew he would say that.

My mother, Marianna, died when I was a baby leaving my father and me- who was not even a year old- to fend for ourselves.

My father walked me out to the carriage and said that I was to be picked up at 1:00 o'clock in the morning at the very latest.

I pulled on my matching silk gloves and waved goodbye to my father as I left for the dance.

The small band was playing in the background and I was staying very far away from anyone who would ask me to dance and very far away from the dance floor. But unfortunately that means I have to talk with London's Ladies of gossip.

"Did you hear about Lady Sufflage's tea party? Imported China dinner sets! Would have cost a fortune and so very beautiful…."

There goes Lady Walsh gossiping- as usual- about the most pathetic of things, time leave and 'get some fresh air'.

"Lady Walsh, I must apologize but I need to go clear my head…"

"Of course that is fine Lady Farrars, I hope you can join us again some other time…" I hate titles, I have very long name because of that. It becomes very hard to tell someone your whole name including middle names- for examples my name is Lady Charlotte Marie Eleanor Marianna Farrars it is very nice to meet you.

"Thank you, I promise that I will come and visit you some time soon" NOT. Finally I was free.

Instead of going out the back on to the balcony, to go have to fresh air I slipped into one of the rooms that was not been used at the time and loosened my corset that was making breathing almost impossible and then climbed out the large bay window that was in the next room over. I climbed out to find someone standing in shadow

"Well look what I've found."

"Nice to see you too Sammy," I saw Samuel Winns, the boy from the slums. I met him 7 years ago when I was 10 years old, at the time I had been about a few seconds away from getting myself in a very bad situation- he stopped it from happening and we became best of friends. Mainly because we are both rather rebellious and love to do things that are very dangerous and often hazardous towards our health

"Here's a coat and a bonnet…hurry up!" Sammy had to bring- when ever I was going somewhere with him- a coat that looked like some poor person owned it and a tacky bonnet so I didn't attract any attention form thieves which of course made sense.

Walking through London's slum area was incredibly stupid and dangerous, but much more interesting than Lord Whatshisname's dance

"Come on, there's this place that looks really amazing we should check it out!" Sammy said this as if he was planning to go to this place anyway.

"What is it?"

"The old sewers- and don't worry they haven't been used for centuries" it sounded like he wasn't telling me something.

A short silence was around for a moment…

"Why are you walking so fast Sam? What's the rush?"

"We have to hurry up we're going to be late!"

"Late for what?"

"You'll see when we get there!"

He started running to get to these sewers-what was so interesting about them? - And I had to pull up my skirts to keep up with him.

We ran through London and when we arrived we stopped just short of the entrance to the sewers that Sam had been talking about. But there was a group of people-no- a MOB of people there.

"Why is everyone here?" I yelled at Sam struggling to make sure he heard me because of the noise coming from the mob.

"Tom Wood," he yelled back, "saw VAMPIRES come out of the sewers here, we've had lots of people found dead and bloodless lately- everyone wants to get rid of them!"

"That's ridiculous!" I screamed out. Vampires, is that actually even possible, they're just stories made up to scare children into staying with their nanny. "Sam, vampires are just STORIES!" I continued

"Fine Charlotte, leave and go back to your rich world and drink some tea!" he said very insultingly at me as if he was disgusted by the very fact that I was even there.

I turned to leave, absolutely furious with Sam, and started to walk away when the mob started screaming even louder than before. Someone had just emerged from the sewers- if the mob got their hands on him they would murder him, poor man.