Hello readers, this is my first FanFiction and I hope to impress. I love Jane eyre and hope you will like my version. I don't own any of the characters. Here's a quick summary. What if Jane had left with Rochester chasing after her? What if Jane didn't find St. John Rivers and became a desperately unhappy barmaid? And what would happen if Edwards finds her meaning she was at the house when the fire broke out ?

CHAPTER 1

Reader, I was unsure on what was to become of me. It was only earlier on that foul day that I had found out Edwards secret. The terrible secret that would surely tear us apart. Unable to say anything I shut myself in my room, I was un aware of how long I had been in there for, had it been days ? Thirst conquered all other needs forcing me to venture out into the house I had once grown to love. I passed my mirror to get one of the empty jugs. Passing I stopped in awe at the sight in front of me. My hair was a state that made me question what Mr Rochester saw in me. My pale face and petite frame looked even worse due to the malunatrition and pain I had suffered that day. After contemplating wether I should venture out or stay in my room, I found my hand unbolting my door.

The corridor was long, dark and empty. Something started to stir at the far end of the hall. The mass came towards me and the familiar voice sent electric feelings down my spine.

"So you come out at last. 5 more minuets of that deathly silence and I would have broken down your door." Mr Rochester's face was lit up by my candle which was shaking due to my hands feeling as nervous as I did.

"Please Jane, forgive me, how could I ? aren't you going to scream in my face, tell me what wrong I did ? it's what I deserve."

"Sir"I said in a weak voice.

His sigh filled the empty hall, echoing his sadness throughout the house.

"I am now sir, you can't even say my name. What have I done? " his eyes looked sad and like I had just broke him.

"I am tired and I'm in need of water". After speaking I could feel that I had used the last of my energy. Falling to the ground I braced for impact of hitting the floor but was caught by the strong muscled arms I was so use to.

"Jane ! Come let me carry you down stairs, let me aid my beloved elf." Any use of pushing him away was a waste as he had no intention of letting me go. He was worried, I could feel his panic building up inside him, ready to explode at any minute.

He placed me on a chair that I was not use to. Where was I ? He headed straight to the fireplace, starting a fire which filled the room with warmth and light removing all coldness, except from the coldness numbing in my heart. We were in the library, I was in his chair, the smell of him rose through my body comforting me. I had to be strong, I had been cast out all my life, rejected from the cruel world, yet I still had my morals to maintain. Poor and as low in society as I was, I would not become a mistress. He darted from one end of the room to the other, frantically looking for a water or anything that could aid me. He found some red wine, poured it in a small glass and handed it to me. His hand lingered on mine, stroking my fingers and not wanting to let go. He saw that I was struggling with the simplest of tasks. lifting my feeble hand up to my lips he watched as I slowly swallowed the wine. It ran down the back of my throat, revitalising the dryness and restoring the lack of moisture. I felt better already, more alert and more ready for whatever was to come. His thick black main of hair looked as wild as mine. His eyes were burning and looked directly in my eyes trying to read what I was thinking. I said nothing. That made him worry so he started the conversation.

"Jane, my darling, for so you are, what are you thinking? You show no emotion, there's no trace of you crying and you sit there in silence. Come now talk to me, I deserve to be shouted at."

I tried to think what to say, yet nothing came out. He sighed and took the drink from my hand placing it on a side table. He rushed into my face attempting to kiss me. I was so startled and quickly turned my head. He stoped lowering his head to my neck. In a near whisper he sadly said "you won't kiss the husband of Bertha Mason ?"

"No" was all I managed to say.

"Forgive me Jane, please I beg of you. I have done you wrong, I know that. I will be forever sorry for what I have done but believe me she was not of my choosing."

I looked at him puzzled,trying to see what he meant.

"It was an arrange marriage Jane, I did not want her. In fact I barley knew the creature when we got married. She was from Spanish Town Jamaica. My father and older brother had met her family and thought her a suitable bride. They were aware of her illness, God's truth Jane ! They didnt let me know as they knew I would refuse to marry meaning they wouldn't get her fortune. Her mother had suffered the same illness as she. Her beauty did bewilder me and I thought she captured my heart. A tempered worsened in her making it intolerable to live with her. Her violence was more than I could handle. Yet I couldn't send her to the asylum. Do you know what they do to the patients ? "

"No sir" I said trying to hold back my tears.

"It's vile and inhumane. I didn't wish that even for her. I spared her that at least. Once my father and brother died I was left alone in this horrible world with a maniac for a wife."

He looked at me with such sorrow in his eyes that broke my soul. After taking my hand he spoke and drew out every word.

"Do... you...not...love...me?"

Before thinking I quickly found my voice and looked him in the eyes instantly holding him.

"I do love you... but this must be the last time I say it".

"The last time!" Rochester's voice rose to a questioning shout.

"I can't stay here, it's not right. I shall leave you now and for the rest of my life! After i said this I pushed him away and ran to the base of the stairs, he caught my arm shouting "Jane ! You shall be my wife, please my darling come here . Come to me." His temper was rising and I didn't want to see what he could do. I sighed and looked at him, his panting was heavy and passion mixed with anger burned in his eyes.

"Mr Rochester, please don't do this to me or yourself, we can never be, if I were to stay with you I would be a mistress!" My tone was low, raspy.

"Come sit with me Jane, I have a villa in France. We could go there, no one would know of our circumstances, we could live as brother and sister. I promise I wouldn't touch you. But keeping you as company and by side means everything to me. Surely you can't be thinking of leaving my side. We are connected." Edward's voice was stuttering and it was as if he was making the plan up as he spoke to me.

"I am tired and need to go Sir, I shall not be your mistress. It's awful and unlawful to become such a thing. I shall find a new situation". He looked at me in a way I had not seen before. Eyes filled with lust and his body took over filling him and I with tension and passion. He grabbed my wrist and took me up the grand staircase, down narrow passages and eventually into his bedroom. He locked the door and slowly turned, looking directly at me. I stepped back falling onto his bed. In a few strides he was over me. Fast kisses ran up and down my neck as I tired to push him off. He wouldn't stop. He pushed me down flat on his bed kissing his way down my chest and moving his hands quickly up my thighs. I kept squirming trying to get away but this was Edwards last chance to keep me and he wasn't going to give up.

I hope you enjoyed this. Please leave reviews and let me know what you think. A second chapter is on its way !