Werewolf By Day, Lover By Night

Chapter One

"This is the last time." Eliza swore to herself as sweaty client number seven of the day fell on top of her, after having his wicked way with her.
Eliza was a prostitute, but she'd had enough.
Her place of residence was 'The Building Of Beauties ', a brothel in London , England.
It was a cesspool of disease, poverty, and idiot men, none of whom would go near Eliza if they weren't interested in a quick, cheap, bedding.
Eliza was 25 years old, she'd been a prostitute since she was 19, since her mother had kicked her out for falling pregnant. She'd lost the baby, but that didn't make a difference to Eliza's mother, Susanna.
Eliza had tried to beg, but had soon found herself in the brothel. At least her friends had her back in there, rather than fending for herself on the streets.
Her client left, and Eliza gave herself a wash, making sure to steep herself some special tea that the women used to prevent pregnancy from happening.
She got dressed in the best clothes she had, and headed out.
It was late afternoon, and she meandered down to the local grocery shop.
There was an advertisement in the window: 'Maid of all work wanted. Apply at Half Moon Manor. Two references wanted, but one reference also accepted.'
Eliza headed into the shop, and asked the shopkeeper, who often took pity on her and gave her food for cheap, for a reference. She obliged, much to Eliza's pleasant surprise.
Clutching the piece of paper in which the shopkeeper had written out her (Eliza's) good points as well as the address of the shop, Eliza made her way out of the shop and walked to Half Moon Manor.
She knew where it was, everyone in town did. The Hatherton family were a mysterious one, they'd apparently lived in London  for centuries. They were never available during the full moon, apparently.
She knocked on the front door, and a man with greying hair, who was sporting a smart suit and a serious expression, answered it. "Yes, Miss?"
Eliza stood up a little straighter. "Eliza Mayhew, I'm here for the position of Maid, I saw it advertised in Tate's, the greengrocer's. I do have a reference."
"Very well, do come in." The man stood aside to let her in."My name is Forbes, good day."
"Good day." Eliza repeated, stepping into the manor.
"May I take your cloak?" Asked Forbes.
"Yes, thank you." Eliza said, suddenly feeling very warm. She took the cloak she'd found at a market for a decent price off, and handed it to Forbes. "I take it you're the Butler?"
"Yes, you are correct, Miss. Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, please."
"The drawing room is there," Forbes gestured to a door a few feet away. "Master Hatherton will be with you shortly. And I will be along with some tea for you both."
Eliza nodded, and made her way into the drawing room. It was the most beautiful room she'd ever seen in her life, and she sat down on one of the plush chairs.
"Hello, Miss Mayhew." A voice said, making her jump.