A/N:
This is my first fanfic. I hope you like it. I suck at author's note. Thank you for reading. I'd love some constructive criticism. I own nothing. All mistakes are mine though. Also the name sucks. Please feel free to suggest a new one. Ok, I'll shut up now.
Chapter 1:
Lizzy ran as fast as her legs would allow her to. The rain had drenched her and she could feel her dress and it's multiple layers get heavier with the moisture. Yet, she couldn't stop. God, she needed to escape, to leave, to be anywhere but here. She felt so sick. How could that man be so heartless? How could he have hurt her sister in this manner and ruined Mr Wickham? Had he no compassion? And why did he do these things? Did he get some sort sadistic joy out of this?
Eventually her legs began to ache and her body begged her to stop. She found shelter under a building and rested against a stone wall. She tried to catch her breath. From the corner of her eye she saw movement and turned in the direction only to find the man who had been occupying her thoughts for a while and all the breath she had been trying to catch was knocked out of her. Even in her anger, she couldn't deny how handsome he was and how she felt a pull towards him. He was equally drenched as her and dear god, he was glorious. While she was positive she looked like a mess due to her running, he looked nothing short of mesmerising.
"Ms Elizabeth," he began.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. Had he followed her?
"I wished to speak with you,"
"And you thought this was a good time or place?"
"I couldn't wait any longer,"
"I have no desire to have a conversation with you," she said with a sense of finality. He frowned at this.
"Have I offended you in some way Miss Bennet?" She scoffed at this. He rose an eye brow.
"Did you think I was going to be completely alright with you ruining my sister's happiness? You persuaded your friend, didn't you Mr Darcy?" Her voice was rising steadily and she moved closer to him. "Why did you do it? You thought she was only after his money?"
"Of course not. I watched them carefully and realised that your sister did not feel as strongly as Charles did." They were only a foot away from each other and she could almost feel the words he spoke. "Is this how you think of me Ms Bennet?"
"What do you know of my sister? She is nothing but shy and modest." Now she was definitely screaming.
"So is Charles yet you can tell he is sincere." His voice had risen too and he was now towering above her. How had they gotten so close, she couldn't recall.
"Sometimes Jane hides her real feelings from me. That is the way she is. And how could you possibly explain what you did to poor Mr Wickham? Where was his fault?"
"Ah yes, poor Mr Wickham. He has been through so much." Their voices continued to rise and the distance between them seemed to grow smaller.
"You treat him unfairly and then regard him with sarcasm?"
"Treat him unfairly?" He took another step towards her and Lizzy found herself taking a step back. Another step and then another and she found herself against the wall while Mr Darcy loomed over her, trapping her between the wall and himself. "Ms Bennet you are delusional if you think I've treated him unfairly." She could feel the heat radiating from his body and she couldn't stop a shiver from escaping. At this, his eyes seemed to soften immediately. "Are you cold Ms Bennet?" She opened her mouth but no words came out. He mistook her silence for a yes and quickly shrugged off his coat. Gently, he placed it over her shoulders and wrapped it around her.
She could do nothing but stare at him. With him so close, she couldn't seem to think or speak. Why? It made no sense. Didn't she loathe him? So why was her heart hammering? His hands were moving up her arms and even though there was no direct skin contact, she felt electrified. His skimmed over her shoulders and eventually found her face. She let out a gasp. She looked up at him through her lashes and bit her lip unconsciously. He was panting, his breathing was obviously labored. She saw his eyes travel down to her lips. They stayed there for a moment and came back to her eyes. Their words had been cold and mocking but his hands were soft and his eyes passionate. One minute she couldn't stand him, the next she was enamored. She needed to get out of the spell he had cast on her.
"I should take my leave," she whispered. His face fell and disappointment crossed his features.
"Of course," he said moving away from her.
"Thank you for your coat but I must return it to you now Mr Darcy." She took off his coat and passed it to him. He didn't meet her eyes. It hurt her heart. She missed his closeness after experiencing it once. She missed his hands. It was unfair that he had gotten a chance to touch her and she hadn't. She extended her hand and he looked at it with curiosity. Shakily, she touched his cheek. Immediately, he became rigid. Slowly, she cradled his cheek. She felt him lean into her touch and he closed his eyes.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked.
"I-I don't know. Should I stop?" Why was she so breathless?
"You should." It was her turn to feel disappointed. She was about to retract her hand when he placed his hand on top of hers and gave it a little squeeze. He opened his eyes and looked right into hers. Were his eyes always so dark? He removed her hand and kissed it. "You and I should both stop before I do something improper." And with that he let go of her hand and left the place. Lizzy lost all her strength and collapsed onto the floor. What had just happened?