Mr. Darcy My Saviour

Prologue

Darcy's face flashed pain as he processed what Lizzie had just announced to him. He looked at her as if she had become the most fragile thing he has ever beheld; however, he is the one who seemed to be the most fragile at the news. He turned his face to the garden table. Lizzie saw one silver stream fall from the corner of his deep brown eye. She knew instantly that this was a mistake. That she had caused the usually proud gentleman, which Mr.. Darcy was, to break his facade and lose his countenance and cry for her.

Lizzie has never had a gentleman cry over her. It made her heart flutter to know that he was crying over her situation. It stirred emotions up in Lizzie that caused her to doubt what she had originally thought she stood for. Lizzie stood against Pride, arrogance, masks and ill opinions. All these she had originally thought were traits of the great Mr. Darcy. Now she sees he hid his true nature from people because he wanted to protect his heart from being branded by society. Her heart warmed to him and Lizzie finally came to a conclusion of what she has felt for Darcy all along…

Lizzie realized that she was indeed in love with Mr. Darcy and he in turn was in love her….

Chapter 1

It was early 1800; the Bennet family were attending Merton Ball which Mrs. Bennet had heard that Mr. Bingley, who receives five thousand a year, will be joining their little get together. Mrs. Bennet was also under the impression that he was bringing a large assembly with him and that there were plenty of young male bachelors searching for a wife within his circle of friends. Himself included. There was one other male that Mrs. Bennet had caught wind off and that was Mr. Darcy, a proud man apparently, who receives ten thousand a year. They had said that he was dashing and Debonair, but rather rude, contradicting mixes really; certainly not safe combinations. One would presume.

Mrs. Bennet was trying to marry her girls off and in the process get a large sum of money. Elizabeth Bennet found it rather funny really and so did her father, Mr. Bennet. Anything Mrs. Bennet did was humorous to them though. Mr. Bennet was a gentleman and he was wise. Lizzie, their second daughter, was his favorite then it was Jane, their elder daughter. Jane and Lizzie were extremely close and never separated much, which many think was a good thing (including themselves). However, Jane was so innocent, that it was difficult for Lizzie to tell her things. For example: whenever Lizzie had mentioned a gentleman, that they both favor, Jane blushed and reverted the conversation to something else. It was then difficult to get back to the topic that Lizzie desperately wanted to talk about.

It was 8 o'clock and Elizabeth was standing in front of her vanity mirror, staring at her reflection. Tulip had done a marvelous job on the unruly curls that adorned her head. Intertwining red rose buds into them and pinning them against Lizzie's cranium. She had dressed Lizzie's physique in a red Chiffon dress with lace accents and red ribbon. Tulip had added her mistresses red satin slippers to accompany the outfit and had also made sure that her mistress's face had a soft rosy tint to her cheek and lips. Lizzie thought that Tulip had made her appearance give the allusion of being beautiful. Not that Lizzie was ugly, or so she had been told, just that the lady's maid had made Lizzie's countenance appear angelic. Tulip could not help but compare her mistress to a garden nymph; an icon of untold beauty.

Slipping out of her relatively small chamber, Lizzie made her way to Jane's chamber next door. As Lizzie waltzed in, she saw Jane sitting at her vanity helping Amelia to place the pearls into her soft blonde hair. Jane was wearing a pink dusk colour organza lace dress with beads just underneath her chest. Her long wavy hair was piled onto her head and she had pearls threaded through her curls. She looked beautiful, picturesque even, Lizzie was flabbergasted. Jane always was beautiful but with a light flush adorning her cheeks and her physique, outlined by her dress, was something that would make an angel feel jealous. Jane bent down to put on her pink satin slippers. Jane had not registered Elizabeth's presence yet so she cleared her throat. Jane jumped a foot into the air and then turned to look at her sister and giggled.

"Lizzie! You scared me half to death. Do not sneak up on me…" Her voice trailed off. She glimpsed at what Lizzie was dressed in and her words stopped and her mouth hung loose. Suddenly, she floated over to the angel in her threshold and wrapped the small frame into her tight embrace. "Lizzie, you are exceptional tonight. A true beauty." She pulled away and grinned at her younger sister.

"Thank you Jane, dear, as do you, as always." Lizzie winked at her and Jane blushed. "Are you nervous for tonight?" Jane nodded and walked to her bed, she gently sat on the end of it.

"I truly am, Lizzie. I want to make an impression and I certainly would hate to ruin things. However, I wish that I had time to prepare. How about you, Lizzie? Are you nervous?" Lizzie laughed, which then made Jane laugh. Lizzie floated to her sister's side and sat next to her.

"Of course I am. I am not ready to get married and I know that it will take a lot to convince me otherwise." Lizzie kissed her sister's head and we rose to our feet. "If we are going to enjoy this evening, we must be early." Jane laughed at her younger sister's antics and they both spun through Jane's door.

As they swiftly moved across the landing, they could hear their younger sisters, Lydia and Kitty, giggling. Jane and Elizabeth started laughing at their youngster sisters' silliness and made their way down the stairs where Mrs. Bennet was fussing on the ground floor. Mrs. Bennet was running about with her royal purple dress billowing behind her. Her steps faltered and she came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs and she gasped. Jane and Lizzie gasped as well; Mrs. Bennet looked beautiful. She was wearing a pleated Chiffon dress in royal purple; her best dress that she saves for special occasions. Her hair has been twisted on to the top of her head and had purple flowers in her hair.

"Jane, Lizzie, You look divine, beautiful even." Jane and her younger sister whispered a laugh at their mother's bleakness. Mrs. Bennet never was one for confidence building compliments, if any compliments.

"Thank you Mama. You look beautiful tonight too." Lizzie complimented her mother. Mama blushed and hurried off, her voice carrying orders down the hall.

Mr. Bennet emerged from his study and asked "Is she gone?" Jane nodded. Lizzie thought that her papa looked dashing in his tail coat, purple waistcoat, cravat and pantaloons as well as his shoes. Papa smiled when his eyes studied what his two eldest were wearing. "You look beautiful, stunningly so. Jane you look radiant, Lizzie you look outstanding; my two beautiful yet silly girls." He walked out of his study doorway and brought the door to a close.

Jane and Lizzie broke into bright smiles that lit up their faces and kissed Mr. Bennet's cheek "You look very dashing too, Papa." Jane replied and he hugged both of his girls around their waists and kissed their heads.

Lydia and Kitty made their way downstairs with the third eldest, Mary, hot on their heels. Lydia was dressed in a flattering pastel blue satin dress with bluebells intertwined into her hair and her light blue slippers on too. Kitty was wearing a pastel green chiffon and lace dress with silver flower hair pins intertwined in her hair and she had her green slippers on too. They both looked exceptional and their eyes were full of joy.

"My dear girls… I hope you are going to behave yourselves this evening. We do not want any scandal." Papa laughed, mimicking his wife. The family, except Mrs. Bennet, who was still giving orders down the hall, all laugh; he does re-create her voice very well.

"Oh no! We wouldn't want that. Especially with TEN THOUSAND A YEAR" Lydia raised her voice as she also mimicked Mrs. Bennet "being so close to our grasp. No, we definitely wouldn't want that." Lydia did her mother's impersonation very convincingly.

There was a sudden throat clearing at the steps and they all turned to Mary. Mary was wearing a light brown ruffled chiffon dress with sequin lace and she was sporting a new hairstyle that included a silver and pearl hair piece. She also had her brown slippers on. She looked gorgeous, but uncomfortable. She certainly did not like her dress which was chosen by Mama. "Where is Mama?" Mary asked Jane, Papa and Lizzie.

Papa shook his head and Mary's older sisters shrugged their shoulders as Mama started down the hallway. The two women quickly pretended that nothing had happened; that neither of them had shrugged because their mother always says…

"Jane, Lizzie, Shrugging is not polite, especially for the ladies of our world." Jane and Lizzie looked at each other and Lizzie rolled her eyes; which made Jane laugh.

Mrs. Bennet turned to Mary, ignoring her older daughters, and asked "You asked for me, Mary? What do you need? And I must say that you look beautiful tonight darling child." Mary frowned at Mrs. Bennet and opened her lips to answer but closed them again.

"You all look beautiful my little secrets; especially you, Francis my dear." Mr. Bennet said to his large family.

Francis's face blushed and she caught Mr. Bennet in a surprise hug. He struggled to find his footing, when His wife's body collided with his. But he managed to regain his balance and he hugs her back, awkwardly. Mr. Bennet is un-used to public affection so this is a great shock to him as it is for the rest of his family.

When Francis finally let her husband go and shimmied back, Mr. Bennet cleared his throat "If we are to make it to the Meryton town hall in time, we best begin our journey now."

Mr. Bennet went to the door and pulled his coat off of the coat rack and pulled out his walking stick from the pot he stores it in. Mrs. Bennet grabbed her shawl from the cupboard and their daughters retrieved theirs after Mrs. Bennet cleared the way.

within the following ten minutes the Bennet's were off. Elizabeth was nervous and she was desperately praying that tonight would go as planned for her Mother and Father. I suppose it should be said for us too, however, I wish to marry for love not fortune. To her, Mr. Darcy sounded like the type of man that would be difficult to fall in love with.

When they reached the hall the family could not believe their eyes, the great hall seemed to be like a dream. The hall was dressed in flower garlands and ribbons as well as being lit up with candles with scents of the most peculiar kind. Scented candles are somewhat of a delicacy around England and only the rich can afford to purchase them. However, with the sum of money scraped together within the whole of Hertfordshire, they were able to afford the luxuries and many more wonderful decorations. It would show Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy that the Hertfordshire girls were acceptable young ladies with livelihoods.

Jane and Lizzie were whispering away when Charlotte joined their little gossip. Well, it was mainly Lizzie that was gossiping and Jane was just listening. Elizabeth was commenting on how, nearly all the women were dragging their corsets down to expose their cleavage.

"I find it quite embarrassing and it does not help that their mothers are helping them make fools of themselves. I believe that true gentlemen would not be persuaded by such vulgar pursuits, but would be persuaded by the lady's personality and character." she whispered to Jane and Charlotte.

"Lizzie, it is very wrong of you to say such things. I am sure they have perfectly good reasons to perform such actions." Jane chided Lizzie. However, both Jane and Charlotte were just barely keeping their countenances. That, of course, caught the attention of Mrs. Bennet.

"Girls, what are you whispering about over there? If I did not know you, I would think you were up to something." She gave them the eye, however, lost interest when Lady Lucas came over and started speaking to her.

"Jane? Do you think that Eliza will catch the eye of one of the men attending tonight? You and Lizzie is by far the most beautiful in all of Hertfordshire." Charlotte whispered. Elizabeth looked at her and glared. She looked at Elizabeth and shrugged, a smug smile adorning her face.

"I do believe she will, Charlotte, however, these other girls have as much a chance as Lizzie and I, yourself included, Charlotte. As for us being the most beautiful, I believe Miss Crystal Devonshire is truly beautiful, more than I." Jane protested.

"Me too!" Lizzie argued. Charlotte began to protest, but as she did the music for the first dance began. A gentleman walked up to Jane.

"Good evening, Miss Bennet. May I have this dance?" Jane nodded her consent and he whisked her off. The man was an elegant dancer and truly was handsome and he was also very well-mannered. He had been known to the Bennet family for years. His name was Gregory Mason; he was seven and ten years of age. He was much too young for Jane, but his intellect made him appear much more older than his age claimed him to be.

"Good evening, Miss Elizabeth. Will you grace me with a dance, Madame?" Lizzie turned to see the man who asked her to dance; it was her papa. Elizabeth laughed and took Mr. Bennet's outstretched hand.

"Of course, sir." She walked with him to where Jane and her partner were dancing along with Lydia, Kitty and the red-coated gentlemen who had just enrolled in the war. Lizzie believed them to be Colonel Forrester and Sargent Smith. They appeared to be very nice gentlemen.

"You know that Herald boy?" Mr. Bennet asked his daughter, she nodded her head. "He was making googly eyes at you and was about to ask you to dance, I presume. I took it as a liberty to whisk you away for safety. What kind of father would I be if I allowed my little angel to dance with him?"

Elizabeth laughed and the dance made them turn in a circle with their right hands touching. "You should have seen his face as I brought you to the dance floor. A look of pure horror. I nearly laughed myself to death. I also wanted to retreat somewhere away from your mother's incessant nagging." The pair turned again as their laughter filled the assembly room.

"Papa, you are too harsh, why do you hate him so?" Her eyes tried to read her father's face as they broke apart and danced with another partner. After a few steps, father and daughter were reunited and were dancing with each other again.

"I do not hate him, Lizzie. It's just your mother asked me to keep you away from that boy. Truth be told… I like him. He is a very nice man, however, your mother will not allow you to dance with him because he is a shop boy and he has no income." He shook his head and rolled his eyes. Lizzie laughed at his statement and the song ended.

Mr. Bennet took his favorite daughter to the side and left her to go and talk to Sir Lucas, and to dull his talkative wife's excitement.

Elizabeth watched the dance floor and saw out of the corner of her eye that Gregory Heralds started coming her way. Her nerves started reacting, wondering, what he was after; he is known to be a rather affectionate young man on the opposite sex.

"Miss Elizabeth" Mr. Heralds bowed, grabbed her hand and kissed it. How improper! I am affronted. She pulled her hand away from his grasp and felt anger flash white hot through her body.

"How dare you, sir. That is extremely improper and I would care for you to stop these improper advances. If you will excuse me, Mr. Heralds." Lizzie curtseyed and walked away. Lizzie searched the hall for her Papa. She was extremely scared of this man. He had proven himself to be quite violent and harsh to women who have no interest in him. She finally saw her papa coming in her direction with an angry expression on his face. Lizzie smiled at him slightly and felt her anger begin to subside. Her father always calmed her temper down. He was very dear to Lizzie.

"How dare he? I am positively fuming, Lizzie. The gall of that man is unbelievable. I should have heeded your mother's wishes more ardently." Mr. Bennet spat through clenched teeth as he stepped up to his daughter's side.

He saw she was frightened and wanted to comfort her, however, society would not allow it. That was why Elizabeth loved her father. Though he would rather keep to his books and library, when his family members are affronted he stepped up and protected them. That was one of the most admirable qualities in Mr. Bennet. Most men just laughed things off, or are not bothered by the advances and do nothing about it until it was too late.

Mr. Bennet had once done exactly that and it had had disastrous re-percussions. From then on he never messed up again and took things more seriously.

Lizzie was about reply to her father when the doors of the hall swung open and the music halted. Her attention turned to the door to see such a beautiful man standing in the door opening with a group of four others. This must be Bingley and his friends. But where are the other gentlemen? Not that Lizzie paid attention to of the lack of group members until ten minutes after they had entered. She seemed to have eyes only for the dark, handsome, figure that stood with his back straight and his face full of disgust.

A/N: Hi guys, Sorry for the re-upload of every one of my chapters. 1-5 has been updated and changed as much as possible. The rest are the same and are waiting to be looked at. I want to give a Personal thanks to LillyDraco for her help in Beta reading my story. You have been a great help. Lots of love to all you guys and thanks for staying faithful to my story.