Hey sorry for not posting for a while I have had so much stuff happening in my life and I have just taken my first exam for this year.

*I have made this into a diary sorry about the date if I get it wrong.*

Summery: Bella is a human from Southampton traveling first class. Edward is from Queenstown and is traveling first class. Edward is a vampire. There are the same match ups. Bella has a forced marriage with Demarco Chaffee and falls for Edward while on the ship.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the Titanic movie.

11:45; 9 April 1912

"Mother," I say as I am packing my pick and blue ruffled dress, "Do I have to wear these dresses. They are ridiculous. They're tight and frilly. Why can't I wear my simpler dresses?" or perhaps pants, skirts, anything but these…these frilly things. I hate dresses more then I hate skirts and I hate frills even more than dresses. There's no point fir frills they just make you look ridiculous and you don't always want to show off.

"You must wear these, Demarco bought them for you." Yea this Demarco I have never met. I he is supposedly from Queenstown. I have always wanted to go there. They have beautiful lands and everything is nice there just like in America. And the sunset is told to be beautiful. My parents met there and I have always wanted to go there to meet my true love just like my parents.

I continued with my packing. I had left my packing till the last moment because if I packed than he would just seem more real. Demarco and his family will be in thirty minuets to take me off. I will write again, for I need to write about my meeting with him.

1:13; 9 April 1912

I must write about my meeting with Demarco for I promised and if I don't I fear that I might forget because it was dreadfully boring. I must also write quickly for we are approaching the market and Demarco will wake soon.

I shan't write while Demarco is wake for he is a snoop and will most likely want to see what I am writing and I am not entirely ok with that.

The meeting with Demarco I shall write now. It is already skipping my mind:

My father said, "Daughter, Isabella, please come down here to meet Demarco. We will have tea and then he will be escorting you down to the titanic. I will be riding with you to the market." Ha not even my own father completely trusts you and he picked you out for me.

I descended down our stairs in my best elegant manor but alas I tripped. Demarco was wearing a silk vest that looked very nice and everything but his charm went out the door when he said the first thing I have ever heard him say, "We will be married on the twenty-second. I hope we get to know each other by that time." Umm…hello but you don't just go out and say that to someone who really doesn't want to get married to someone at this time. I mean couldn't he have said hello or something?

Yes, hopefully," I said with a fake smile. My father than told me that I must some and join them for tea because it would be so very rude.

My father then walked into our little room that had white paint but has all but faded to grey and chipped off. I sat at my usual place next to my father and a seat down from my mother for those are to be occupied with my brothers and sisters that have died and one very sickly thirteen month babe. My father has told me that I must sit between my mother and Demarco's mother because it is only right.

My mother has had five miscarriages, three unborn babes, and two that have died at only three months. I fear for my own brother, Jac, for he is also on the brink of death and my mother is so weary from her new pregnancy that I fear that she might collapse and that babe will die as well. My mother is at the eight month stage very far from having a miscarriage but she could have one if she faints it has happened before.

This is why I must marry because the Chaffee's have paid a considerable sum for me to be Demarco's wife and if I decline my Jac and the unborn babe might die.

The tea was good but I could see that my mother was having some trouble getting the sweet stuff down. We usually have water brewed with tea leaves and no sugar. The Chaffee's have brought their sugar and have used it one our tea. I told my mother that she should go and rest for the good of the babe. My mother agreed and went upstairs.

After the tea Demarco and his father took my trunks out to the carriage. My mother came down only to kiss me goodbye and go back upstairs. I kiss my dear brother on the cheek and wish him well but he is only thirteen months and says good bye in his gargling.

I get into the beautiful carriage and off we go to the market.

Ok this is all my time permits because I have to study but I hope it keeps you all entertained.

-Unonomus