Author: This is the second chapter , yay, please enjoy!

"I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it."
― Mark Twain

1788 December 29th

Sheila stared at the face in the mirror, almond shaped eyes of deep brown stared back. The person in the mirror tilted their head allowing their raven hair to slide over their shoulder. The highlights of amber caught in the sun, and the sultry lips quirked in amusement.

What Sheila faced was a siren, a complete sexual being. Jerking around at the sound of shouts and stomping from below. She waited for whoever had intruded to make their way to her room. Grabbing the wrap she, swiftly pulled it on. Walking over to her sons cradle she threw more covers over the sleeping baby.

The door slammed open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. Amazingly the child stayed asleep, "Where is that whore …!"

Sheila took a step back in apprehension, the men standing before her, had a damp face from the exertion of pushing pass servants and running up steps, in heels no less. His eyes were sea green; he was handsome in the angelic sense. Sheila had no actual emotion about his clothes, she would have been better off in the 20's at least then she would have understood the fashion.

"You…cunt!" Her Attention turned back to him, "How dare you try to hide this from me; he walked towards her with slow menacing steps…I am the Viscount of ChepField, our agreement was NO CHILDREN!"

She felt the hit to the side of her face, the force of it knocking her to the ground; she turned to him in shock.

No one had ever hit in her life, her mother had been a disciplinarian, but never brutal or cruel. Sneering he knelt to get closer his breath hot against her face. "I will have it thrown into the Thames; Chepfield's do not have bastards."

As he stood and walked towards the cradle, Sheila blinked the confusion away. Some stranger…not stranger to the body, but to her was about to take her child. Pulling herself up, she threw herself at him, her eyes blinded by tears she pummeled at his head. He turned grabbing her arms; he glared "You cannot stop me."

He shoved her away; Sheila looked around frantically searching for something, anything that she could use to stop him. Spotting a the chair she had been sitting in previously, she grabbed it up and with a snarl that would have done WWE proud she slammed it onto him causing him to stop mid-way. Slightly turning he said one word, "Caterina" And fell unconscious to the floor.

"Cat-caterina…My name is Caterina!" She stood with the broken pieces of the chairs still in her hand. Finally tossing them aside she walked over to the cradle and picked up her son, "I haven't named you yet…What should I name you hmm."

Before she could think of a name, her maid rushed in, jerking back at her maid's sudden entrance. She watched her bring her hands to her face in surprise, "Oh my! What has happened here?"

Sheila thought it was a question better left alone. "We are leaving." The women's young face stared at her through blue eyes, "Leave?" Sheila nodded, "Pack everything, tell no one else, gather all the necessities"; the women just stared at her, Sheila snapped "Now!"

The servants moved swiftly gathering all her personal belongings in an organized manner. "Ms. you have to pay the landlord the owed rent."

Sheila garbed in the latest fashion, aside from the powdered hair. Reached into the satchel at her side and pulled out one of the many jewels, "Give this to him, it should suffice." "Miss!"

The maid looked at her mistress in the shock this very woman had fondled this necklace for hours; she wouldn't even sell the Emerald when they last hit a rough spot and were near starving. Now she was giving it away to this rude and fat land lord, who Anya swore ate only rotten foods, his teeth sure looked that way. Reluctantly she quickly handed him the jewel and fled back to the safety of the carriage and her mistress.

Sheila relaxed against the velvet seating, she sighed there was only one thing on her mind, 'running away'. She closed her eyes to the sounds around her, and contemplated her next move. The sound of rushing wind pressed against her ears, her body began to lighten.

"You were successful in avoiding a future threat." Sheila nearly jumped out of the chair she was seated in, "Wha…?" Her eyes took in the bright colors, her ears took in the sound of birds chirping in the distance, the sun shined through the multi-colored glass. "Where am I?"

"You are in Eden; I know it hasn't been well taken care of, the sun's a bit off." Sheila jerked her head toward the voice. Standing before her was a lean man wearing a clean white dress shirt the top button left open. His pants were khaki in color, "See something you like?"

Her eyes jerked up, only to meet pitch black holes, "Aaagh!"

He smirked, "Sorry, I forgot that our faces often are scene differently though the eyes of humans, which is really quite interesting."

With that said, a pair of eye-glasses appeared out of thin air, snatching them up, he put them on.

Walking over to an aged wooden bench across from her he sat. Once settled he took Sheila's posture, "You're uncomfortable, but don't be. This isn't some great holy test. We just wanted to know how you have adjusted to; he checked his watch, "1788, It can't be easy with the different style, food, and culture."

Sheila stared blankly at him; he jumped when she finally spoke.

"It's not hard I'm just trying to survive right now, a man came and hit me without hesitating…I was shocked. It was like everything suddenly became real; she placed a hand on her left cheek, the ring on his finger really cut me. Then I saw him head towards the baby's crib and knew, just knew I had to act."

She tapped her finger against her cheek humming, stopping she turned her head towards the sound of chirping. "This is all like a dream, but I know it's something I'm stuck with. I worry sometimes about my mother and sisters. How they are dealing with the loss of me as I'm dealing with the loss of them…sniff, it scares me and saddens but I must go on, Right?"

The man smiled and leaned forward using his arms as support, resting his head on one hand, "Well, since you choose this path, you've allowed difficulties to enter the "Grand Plan" are you ready for your first task?"

Sheila straightened her back, "What task?" He smiled," This path you've chosen has left us with some difficulties, of course we are already are writing some things, but we don't necessarily have the power to do just anything, so we will have you do it for us."

He pulled a file from his back and handed it to her. She wearily stared at it before she took it, opening it she flipped through it; he leaned back, "They want you to bring together those who can save lives and well…dispense of those who would make it more difficult for the good side to win."

Sheila looked up from the folder, "All of this to attain an artifact?"

He nodded, "We are concerned that the item may end up in bad hands."

"Why would this be something this important?"

He stood turning his back to her, "Imagine knowing things, before they happen, especially something like knowing who will die or live and how that will affect your future. What if you could know exactly who would hinder your path to greatness and keep those alive who will be the ladder for you to climb to greatness."

He turned back towards her, the sun sinking behind him with great speed his image blurring. "You must find, the Crown of thorns… Oh and maybe going to Massachusetts and bringing up the Wydah Gally will improve you fortune."

Sheila jerked awake feeling someone's hand on her arm; her maids blue eyes filled with worry stared back at her. "We've made it Miss" she hesitated" the docks Miss."

1802 March 2nd

The ball was in full swing; Sheila sipped slowly from her glass of wine. Her eyes taking in all people, she hadn't planned on coming to the ball. But something had told her this would be the place she needed to be tonight.

Standing she allowed one of the regal servants to take her glass. She decided to take a turn around the ball room. Her skirts rustling, she let her eyes play over the people. She saw all the usual character, the rake, the hero even the virgin had come out tonight.

Sighing, she tried found herself walking towards the doors that led out to the garden. She'd been able to ignore the heat so far but, the cool air outside beckoned. Shrugging off her worried she walked outside, taking the stair from the terrace, she followed them down into he garden outside.

The hostess had been clever enough to place lantern, to give the garden the effect of being a fairy garden.

Feeling slightly whimsical, she allowed herself to get lost among-st flowers and trimmed bushes.

"IT'S YOURS…!"

Sheile stopped short, "Shhh, someone may hear you."

Sheila curios, found herself tip toeing closer to the voices. Finally she was close enough, to see one of the tons most notorious debaucher. Viscount Hughes, he had penchant for ruining young woman. She didn't recognize the young girl.

"Don't shh me; you said that you loved me, and that you'd be willing to live without my father's fortune. And I-I believed you, but you didn't even show up to ask for my hand. Then I come here to find out you're engaged…"

The young woman sounded incredulous, the young man seemed panic saying, "Darling that was merely the talk of passion, both of us have sense to know that a match could never be. Now be a good girl, and go to Nante's place and handle the, um, problem."

The sound of flesh hitting flesh resounded through the forest.

Sheila her eyes wide, watched as the man cried out in pain and fell to the ground. The young women fled, only to be jerked to the side by Sheila.

"Wha!..."

Sheila grabbed the young woman's arms a pulled her behind her away from the man lying in pain on the ground.

Changer of POV

Sophie was surprised by the hand that grabbed her now she was being dragged through Lady's Thurps garden by some mad woman. Tonight just wasn't her night, jerkin her arm out of the person hold.

"Let go! Who are you to be dragging me through the woods?!"

The person stopped and turned to face her, Sophie felt her breathe stop. The woman was sinfully beautiful but not like Sophie. Whose blond curls and round face matched the ideals of the English. The woman was more seductive, her beauty was the kind that provoked males to lose their minds.

Even the voice that escaped the seductress was smooth like brandy, not that Sophie had ever tried any.

"I'm sorry often I react before my thinking process is finished."

The women adjusted her skirts, Sophie eyes widened as the woman placed her kid slippers back on. Before patting her skirt back into place.

"Now it seems to me my dear, you have a problem."

Sophie head jerked back up, her eyes meeting the other womens,"I-I don't what you speak of."

The women let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes, while crossing her arms.

"Oh, you know what I'm speaking of, the little surprise in your belly."

Feeling panic Sophie rushed and grabbed the woman's hand, frantic she spoke, "Please don't tell anyone, please! My father will kill me if he finds out; my brother isn't here to block fathers temper."

The women seemed to be trying to pull her hand free, only to endup patting Sophie on the back. When Sophie broke into tears, sighing, the women spoke once Sophie was able to calm herself.

"Shh, dear it's alright."

"How could it be alright? I'm going to be burned at the stake for my idiot mistake. I thought he was the most sincere out of the rest… I really did."

The women forced Sophie to stand upright, "It's alright because if your father kicks you out just come to me. "

Sophie's face showed her confusion, "Come to you?"

The women smiled and raising her skirt once again, she pulled a card out of her garter. Letting her skirt fall into place, she handed the card over to Sophie.

Sophie read it aloud,"Lady Caterina Varis, owner of the…D-Devils Nest?!"

Sophie couldn't believe she was staring at the owner of the most notorious gentlemen's club in England.

"Yep, that's me, so if you need help show this card to the door man and he'll send you straight to me, kay."

And with that Sophie watched Caterina walk back up the terrace steps into the ball.

A month later she found her herself standing on the doorstep of the Devils Nest. After showing the card to the burly body guard, he let her in and that night Sophie, daughter of the Duke Burton died.

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