I was Elizabeth

Okay guys and gals....here is my first original story! Yeah for me!

Anyway, this is the result of a plot bunny that would not die. Sooo I decided to write it. Well, that and I like to sleep from time to time and Fluffy Cotton Tail Bunny would not allow me to do so. So here is the result of my surrender.

*Warning*

I do not have a beta yet. I am looking for one, but thus far it has been a fruitless quest. However, I promise to get one as soon as possible. Until then please go easy on the flamming. Heck just DON'T FLAME. Other than that constructive criticsm is welcome..and even the occasional compliments. ;0)
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I am Elizabeth Tepes Vane. My brother, Alexander, died at
the tender age of fourteen leaving me the soul heiress of a
great family fortune. My father found this to be unsuitable
and decided that I should marry immediately. ‘For what
would a woman know of money, except to spend it?’ Or, at
least that it what he believed. I, however, was of a different
mind. I felt sure I could be independent as well as keep the
family afloat financially and well received into society. But,
being a woman I had little say, and in the end I was married
to a merchant by the name of Gregory Smith.

Smith had established himself by working the dangerous sea
route from Italy to Transylvania. It was here that he made his
small fortune and collected many priceless artifacts. Relics
that interested my father, and it is in this manner that my father
came to know Gregory Smith.

My father, Vincent Vane, took an immediate liking to Smith. He
found him to be a strong, stout, Englishman, one that could
handle his willful daughter and adequately protect his assets.

So it was in the year of 1812, me at the unsuspecting age of
17, I learned what it truly meant to consummate a marriage.
He was rough with me that night. He called me names not
meant to be heard by the lowliest of people. He reminded me
that my money was not my own. He told me that it, as well as
my body, belonged to him now. He bade me to lay with him
every night lest my money be squandered on the affections of
another.

My marriage carried on this way for two years. My only
reprieves being his time spent on the merchant route. By year
three, however, that had changed as well. The amount of my
money invested in his trade had doubled, as did his business.
Gregory no longer needed to travel to Transylvania himself; he
could hire captains and minor merchants to do it for him. Gone
were the months spent at sea, they were replaced by days of
counting his money.

For a yearlonger I suffered this mans presence. He had retired
to the past times of the gentile. I was, therefore, forced into the
role of gracious hostess for garish parties, and played whore to
my insatiable husband. All the while hating myself for doing it,
and cursing society for expecting it.

At night I would lay listening to his panting breathes and lust
driven moans. I would pray that the unwelcome violations of my
husband into my body would end. I hoped that God would grant
me insanity, and detach my body from my mind. Perhaps then I
would find solace within myself.

Such thoughts would carry me away from those moments in time.
That was until the drawn out moan and exploding warmth within
my body signaled to me that he was finished. It was then that I
would turn to my side and hope for sleep’s swift arrival.

I thought for sure that this would forever be the sum of my life.
That was until the summer night of 1816 when he strolled through
the door.
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*So there it is! What do you all think? Let me know!
Please!

**Chapters one and two will be out shortly

***I realize that the formatting is off, I will try and
correct it ASAP