Lights. Bright lights - that's all I could see for miles. My head throbbed incessantly and wouldn't stop even though I internally begged and pleaded for it to cease and desist. I groaned as I opened my eyes not knowing what to expect. I blinked a few times trying to get accustomed to my surroundings, but before I could even make out the door, a deep British voice whispered elatedly, "Elizabeth..." and a pair of lips crashed down onto mine. His kiss was violent and feverish as if he was afraid of losing me. Although I wanted to get lost in the kiss (believe me, you would want to too), kissing strange men was not my style.
I pushed the stranger off before calmly stating in my most ladylike voice, "Get off me you bloody wanker!" I finally got a good look at the stranger and was surprised but not that surprised to see Darcy leaning over me looking taken aback. For some reason, I always suspected that Darcy would be the prince who kissed me awake.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have startled you like that. It's just... I thought you'd never wake up, love and... I've missed you." Darcy leaned back down and engulfed me into a warm hug which I quickly pushed away. Why was he acting so annoyingly caring?
"What's the problem, love?" he asked as he caressed my cheek lovingly.
"You are Darcy! Why are you the first person I have to wake-up to?" I shouted as I slapped his hand away. He retracted his rejected hand with more confusion than anger etched upon his face. He scratched his morning stubble, and I noticed a beautiful wedding band wrapped around his ring finger. "Besides, do you really think that your wife will approve of you making out with another woman?"
"Why do I have to ask you for permission to kiss you, Elizabeth?" Darcy asked still utterly bewildered until something life changing seemed to dawn on him, "Wait, what's your full name, Elizabeth?"
I rolled my eyes and exasperatedly replied, "I'm Elizabeth Marie Bennet and you're William Darcy."
Surprisingly Darcy smiled. It was a sad sort of smile though. He looked at me one last time and whispered, "I should have known it wouldn't be this easy," before leaving my room.
Once he left, I let out a sigh of relief. Did Darcy seriously just kiss me when he is married? Oh no! What if we're having an affair and I forgot? No, he's probably just a confused pervert; I would never get involved with a married man. I stretched out my aching arms to - Oh no! A gleaming white diamond was on my left hand's ring finger. It was beautifully breathtaking. The cut had so many interesting facets, so that when the light hit the diamond at any angle, it shone brightly for the whole world to see. It was classic but breathtaking. Despite the ring's beauty, I couldn't get over the fact that I forgot all about my marriage. Where was my husband any - Oh crap. With my luck, Darcy is probably my husband. I should have known. Why else would he have kissed me and been sad when I said that my last name is Bennet? I groaned internally as I asked myself, "What would cause me to marry stick-up-his-butt Darcy? Was I forced to or was I on crack?" I had so many questions I needed answered.
I heard voices speaking out in the hallway, so I checked them out to see if I could get any answers.
"She has amnesia. She can't remember me!" Darcy's voice rang out.
"It's most likely temporary, but she needs to remember slowly. All those memories flowing in at once could do more harm than good."
"What are you going to tell Anne, Will?" I think Jane asked.
"Ughh. I forgot all about Anne. Okay, can one of you take Elizabeth home? She obviously still despises me, and I need to pick-up Anne."
"Hey, stop talking about me. I'm right here; and I have questions that need answering," I said once I got tired of letting Jane, Darcy, the doctor, and ... my mother make decisions for me and leaving me out in the dark.
Darcy's glazed over green eyes stared into my deep brown ones for what seemed like eternity before he finally asked, "What questions do you need answered... Miss Elizabeth?"
"Cut the crap - I know we're married, Darcy. I don't know why, but I know we are."
Surprisingly, Darcy smiled a rather charming smile before replying, "I'm glad to know that the accident didn't harm your endearing personality."
I almost smiled back until I remembered the question I was dying to ask, "Why is Anne so important?"
My mother looked pitifully at Darcy, sighed, and said, "Elizabeth, dear - Anne's your daughter.
AuthorNote: Tell me what you think. Do you guys like this idea better than the last one because I really hated the old story. It was so... overdone. In this one I'm going to focus more on Elizabeth's relationship with her daughter since she's lost her memory. And don't forget, reviews make every author happy.