Darcy P.O.V

She rejected me! After I laid my heart bare to her, after I told her exactly what I felt, leaving nothing to be hidden, she rejected me! In my mind I could see her look of utter disgust on her face as I proposed to her. How could I have been so stupid as to propose to a woman who can barely look at me without retching? How could I not see that she felt so horridly about me?

I stormed out of the room, and walked as far away from that house as possible. My heart was pounding, and with every beat my chest filled with pain. Elizabeth, Elizabeth...I loved her with every fabric of my being, but she, she did not. She hated the very air I breathed.

And all because of WIckham!

I clenched my fists and briskly walked back to Rosings. Bursting through the main doors, I quickly made my way to my rooms. Slamming the door behind me, I moved towards the window and stared at the gardens. I shakily ran my hands through my hair. No, not only because of Wickham. Because of me and my want of protecting my best friend Charles.

Though I was still quite sure that Jane Bennet was more than indifferent towards him, I knew I should have at least let him declare his love for her, instead of steering him clear of the chance. If only you behaved more Gentleman like. Was I not being a gentleman saving others from being hurt?

But one matter was pressing so much on my mind. My Elizabeth was under the complete power of Wickham. I shuddered after I remembered what Georgiana went through after Wickham deserted her. I would never ask that type of pain on anyone, let alone the woman I was in love with. She needed to know the truth. Grabbing a piece of paper, I quickly began to write. I destroyed the first draft after I realized my writing was blazing with anger. After making sure I was calm enough, I began the second draft.

Be not alarmed, madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension of its containing any repetition of those sentiments or renewal of those offers which were last night so disgusting to you.

And through out the night I penned what really happened at Pemberly.

The next morning I walked with surprising alacrity to the house of Mr. Collins and his wife. My throat seized up as I saw it in the distance. A strong depression overtook me as I remembered what happened only the day before. Steeling my nerves, I pressed on towards the woman I was consumed with, body and soul.

Taking a shortcut through the forest, I ducked from the above branches, and tried my hardest not trip on the brambles. The forest was very familiar to me as I had played here quite often when I was a child, though now begrudgingly, with Wickham. Clutching the letter in my hand I rushed to Elizabeth.

But instead of seeing the clearing that led out to the dirt road, I was face to face with a small shack of a house. Confused, I stepped towards it. The pale red paint was pelling off the sides, and the little window it possesed was cracked and fractured. The door was rotting away and was a sickly yellow hue.

With a curiosity I did not know I possessed, I ambled closer still, and gently placed my hand on the grimy doorknob. I hesitated, Elizabeth was my main priority, and being sidetracked was nothing respectable. But something called to me, something so intense It formed a need in my heart. I turned the door knob and swiftly entered. The house appeared empty, nothing was extremly important about it. Frowning I turned to leave, but just as I turned the door slamed closed, leaving the room pitch black. After stumbling towards where I thought the door was, I suddenly brushed up what i thought was the doorknob. I turned it and pushed the door open.

That small action changed my life.

Sorry this is so short. This is my first fan fiction, so please tell me what you think!