This is my first attempt at fan fiction. so please read on, and review.
Caroline Bingley sat across the fire wondering why she had invited Miss Elizabeth Bennet to remain at Netherfield Park to tend to her ailing sister- Miss Jane Bennet. Now she would have to endure her presence every single moment. Her dislike for one of the Bennet sisters far exceeded her regard for the other. Miss Bingley was disturbed, nay, jealous of the attentions Mr. Darcy paid Miss Bennet. Mr. Darcy had never felt the need to engage in conversation with those beneath his society other than the usual pleasantries that propriety demanded of him. Yet she did not fail to notice that though Mr. Darcy seldom spoke to Miss Bennet, his gaze would return to her face every now and then admiring those 'fine eyes' as he called them. He did hardly anything that afternoon other than steal glances at Eliza Bennet!
She consoled herself that this nobody Miss Elizabeth Bennet, with no connections and fortune could never equal her superior social standing and accomplishments. Mr. Darcy would never condescend to make a poor country girl the Mistress of Pemberley, of this she was certain. But Caroline Bingley was not ignorant of the fact that Miss Elizabeth's presence at Netherfield would be a threat to her motives. Mr. Darcy had been more than polite to Miss Elizabeth; his manner reflected that of one deeply admiring the beauty of her features. Lively eyes indeed! Never had she Caroline Bingley seen such an inexpressive and dull pair of eyes. She wondered, how could not Mr. Darcy notice her poise, elegance, and superior air? Was it not Mr. Darcy himself who declared that he had known but six truly accomplished women in all of England! And had he not hinted that he had thought of her as a most accomplished woman!
Content with this interpretation, Caroline resolved to make the best of Miss Bennet's stay at Netherfield to point out to Mr. Darcy the various flaws in Miss Elizabeth Bennet's character, not to mention her overbearing family. She knew that she had to act and act fast to secure the affections of Mr. Darcy of Pemberley.
The next day turned out to be quite disappointing, it rained incessantly and all the inhabitants of Netherfield Park were forced to stay indoors. Mr Hurst lay on the overstuffed couch dreaming with his mouth wide open while his wife complained about the inclement weather conditions in Herfortshire. Miss Bingley was criticizing the design of Miss Bennet's gown which had been worn for breakfast that morning, she declared that neither had Miss Bennet the knowledge of fashion nor had she the taste to dress appropriately for any occasion, and to present such a lady to the fashionable London society would bring nothing but disgrace and humiliation. As she said this she glanced at Mr. Darcy to see whether her statement had had the desired effect on him, upon seeing him engrossed in his book, disappointed, she turned her attention to even duller subjects.
The other two gentlemen in the room were hardly paying attention to the silly prattle of the ladies of the house as their thoughts were more agreeably engaged. Mr. Bingley was thinking of the eldest Miss Bennet while Mr. Darcy's thoughts were completely occupied by Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Darcy had long realized that he had found Miss Elizabeth Bennet far too attractive than what he would ever admit to have noticed at their first meeting. He found that Miss Bennet looked lovelier as each day passed. Never had he experienced so strong a feeling for a lady. He remembered how positively radiant she looked when she entered the breakfast parlour to enquire after her sister's health. He held his breath as he stared at her light and pleasing form, admiring the brilliancy which exercise had given to her complexion. Oh! And what to say of those bewitching eyes! How they were brightened by the exercise! No! He must not let his mind wander, he must control himself for nothing could ever materialize from these insolent thoughts, she could never equal his social standing and such a match would only mean a social degradation. She could never be the Mistress of Pemberley. But the thought of Elizabeth as the Mistress of Pemberley, as his beloved wife was rather inviting. Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy, the very sound of these words spread warmth in his heart and his face broke into a smile that only showed how happy this would make him. No, this cannot be, he ought to know better than to think of Miss Bennet like that. It was highly improper! Sighing Darcy returned to his book but was soon distracted by the mention of Miss Elizabeth. Her gown? Surely Darcy could not find anything wrong with that, why! He had told himself that she looked absolutely stunning when he saw her that morning; it was a simple and elegant gown that complimented her fair complexion. Yes, it was not what Miss Bingley would call fashionable but then Darcy could never fathom why all the ladies of his acquaintance would dress themselves in such uncomfortable attires. Humiliation indeed! Filled with indignation Darcy sought to defend Elizabeth but when he saw Miss Bingley looking at him from the corner of his eye he thought the better of it, no this would not do! He would not betray his emotions just when Miss Bingley expected him to. He stared intently into his book giving no signs of his ever listening to the ongoing conversation. He thought longingly of Lizzy, of what she must be doing now and when she would rejoin the assembled party in the drawing room.