Thatnks for waiting. Sorry it took so long, but I was working on my other story, which by the way has 10 chapters!!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!! If you have not already I recommend you read it. It is pretty good if I say so myself. :-) Well Enough advertising, here is Chapter 2! Enjoy!

Elizabeth felt shivers run down her spine. 'Why is he still staring?' She could feel him watching her, but she couldn't think why. She was reluctant to turn and look back into those eyes; those perfect, gorgeous eyes. He was very handsome she had seen that earlier, but she never thought eyes could be that mesmerizing. It just wasn't fair. She wanted to lose herself in their depths. She wasn't in love, however just startled. How could she love someone who had acted so proud and haughty? She glanced at her mother again who, oblivious to her audience's obvious distraction kept talking. Finally she felt his eyes move and she sighed with relief. She didn't like being observed, especially by someone with whom she was not even acquainted. She had seen emotion in his eyes, but what emotion? Was he angry or annoyed? No, neither of those seemed right. In fact if she hadn't known better she would have said it was admiration. How could that be right? He was a Darcy, with ten thousand a year. He had made it no secret that he hated this ball and all of the people in it. So there was no way he could be feeling admiration for anything.

She looked over at him again. Her mother was oblivious to all of his attempts to make her leave. She realized that no matter what had happened between them, no one deserved to be subjected to her mother for so long. She walked over carefully waving her way around people, never losing sight of her target.

Darcy was ready to scream with frustration. He had tried to get rid of this woman in every way propriety would allow. He even had tried to walk away, but she just followed him and found a way to introduce him to one of her daughters. So he chose the lesser of two evils and just stayed put. Mrs. Bennet had introduced him to all of her daughters except for the only one he wanted to meet. He sighed again and rolled his eyes. He tuned out the woman and tried to imagine the voice that would go with those beautiful eyes. He heard a musical voice speak and decided that was the voice he would put with her. He was so caught up in his thoughts that it took him a minute before he realized that another person had joined the 'conversation' between him and Mrs. Bennet. It took another minute before he realized that the musical voice belonged to that person.

"Mama, Mrs. Lucas wants to talk to you. She sent me over to ask you, no beg you, to join her. She wishes to discuss an invitation to Lucas Lodge." Darcy let out a small gasp as the newcomer turned around. It was Elizabeth. "I am sure I will be able to entertain this gentleman while you are away, if you would introduce us."

"Oh Mr. Darcy this is Elizabeth, my other daughter. Elizabeth this is Mr. Darcy." Darcy bowed and Elizabeth curtsied. "Well Lizzy, I think you should show me where Lady Lucas is. Lydia can keep Mr. Darcy company." Mrs. Bennet liked Elizabeth the least of all of her daughters and did not think she was capable of 'trapping' Mr. Darcy.

"Mama, Lydia is dancing and so is Kitty. Mary is playing the music for the dance. Jane is busy talking to Mr. Bingley. I am afraid I am the only one available at the moment."

"Oh very well if it must be, but you keep your claws off of him. I want him for Lydia or even one of the others. You certainly aren't good enough." Elizabeth frowned and blushed at her mother's easily audible whisper, but said nothing more. She watched her mother leave and breath out a sigh of relief. She heard another person let out a breath and she remembered Darcy. She turned to look at him, only to find him staring at her once again. After a moment she looked down. It was easier to talk to him without looking into those eyes.

"Please forgive my mother, sir. She tends to be a bit overbearing."

"A bit?" She looked up as she heard the smile in voice and caught her breath. 'WOW! He looks good when he smiles, he should do that more often.' She blushed when she realized she had been staring.

"Yes. I'm afraid I don't quite fit her description of an ideal daughter." When Darcy raised his eyebrows she added "I am too outspoken and it is not my greatest ambition in life to find and capture a rich husband." She blushed again and looked away. She couldn't believe she had just told so much to a man about whom she knew nearly nothing. There was something about him that made her want to just tell him everything.

"She reminds me somewhat of my aunt. She also tends to be a bit overbearing." Darcy smiled again. He continued to stare at Elizabeth. She wasn't beautiful by most standards, so why he continued to stare was a mystery to Elizabeth.

"Family," Elizabeth sighed, "you have to live with them no matter how disagreeable they may be."

Darcy just smiled at her and did not respond. She blushed slightly. 'What must he think of me?

Darcy couldn't believe his luck when Mrs. Bennet left. She had left him alone with Elizabeth. Part of him was hoping that she would turn out to be just as vulgar as her mother. If that was true he could easily forget her. He found, however, that she was perfect. She had a lively disposition and teasing manners that he found quite amiable. He was brought out of his revive when she turned and spoke to him.

"Please forgive my mother, sir. She tends to be a bit overbearing."

"A bit" Darcy could feel his mouth turn up into a smile. Wow! She has said no more than twenty words to me and I am already smiling. As my wife she would truly brighten up my life.'
'Wait; did I just call her my wife? I have known her for less than five minutes and yet I already consider her my wife?! What would people say? I would be ridiculed.'
'Since when have you cared for what people thought of you?'
'Well I guess that's true. Still I must have an acquaintance of more than a few minutes before I can propose.'
'Why? She won't say no. No sane woman would ever say no to Fitzwilliam Darcy.'
'I know nothing of her! She could be after my money or connections. I must be better acquainted with her before I ask.'

Elizabeth began speaking again dragging him back to reality.

"Yes. I'm afraid I don't quite fit her description of an ideal daughter." Darcy's eyebrows shot up at this remark. Who could think anything wrong with the perfect creature before him? "I am too outspoken and it is not my greatest ambition in life to find and capture a rich husband." Darcy was shocked. She had just told him flat out that she wasn't mercenary. She was embarrassed, he could tell. He was convinced that she was telling the complete truth by her actions. He had to say something to make her relax. It was his greatest wish that she felt that she could trust him. He struggled to think of a reply until he remembered his last visit to Rosings. His aunt was, if possible, worse than Mrs. Bennet.

"She reminds me somewhat of my aunt. She also tends to be a bit overbearing." Elizabeth visibly relaxed and Darcy congratulated himself.

He soon found himself caught up in staring at the woman before him. He completely missed her next comment. He could not tear his eyes away from her. She was not beautiful by common standards, but Darcy found her entrancing. He realized that she was waiting for him to answer still. He could not remember what she had said. It did not really make a difference anyway; he could not seem to form a coherent sentence. His breathing hitched and his heart beat so loud he was sure she could hear it. 'What must she think of me?

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