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As he said it he seemed to realise the proximity between their two faces and moved away to top up his drinks cabinet.

"Don't lie to me Miss Bennet, I know you where involved. Miss Lucas was irresponsible to bring a child like you into something as messy as this. But, unfortunately she has. There is nothing we can do about that. For the mean time you shall remain here under my care."

Lizzy could feel her blood pressure spike as he called her a child. Surely she wouldn't have to go through 'the list' again?

"I am not a child"

"Oh yes, Miss Bennet, you are"

The ice in his voice made her stomach churn and she could feel herself going paler, maybe she should change to a different tactic.

"Why?"

"Why what, Miss Bennet?"

"Why go through all this just to take the child away from Charlotte?"

"I thought you said you didn't know Miss Lucas."

Lizzy ignored him, he hadn't believed her in the first place.

"Why?"

"I don't believe that is any of your business Miss Bennet."

"I have read about George Wickham. He is a complete and utter cad. In a new country with a new women almost every week! He already has another child from a poor women like Charlotte. Charlotte loves her child, she will be there to look after him and has already allowed the father to visit the child whenever he wishes. The child will see its father the same amount of time as he would anyway but would grow up with a mother. Every child deserve a mother! And you are taking that away from a defenseless baby! You are no gentleman as you pretend to be. You are a MONSTER!"

Lizzy was shouting now, her breath heaving in her chest and her hair falling into her face. Still, she never took her over bright eyes off the man standing in front of her. He showed no emotion in his face as he turned around to leave. His knuckles where white and for a second she was worried he would hurt her.

"Someone will be up with some food and drink in a few hours."

He exited the room, shutting it loudly and she heard the key turn in the lock. She now had a few hours to plan an escape. She hoped he would not have CCTV. He probably did around the house but this was his study where he would talk business, and judging by the bribes to the doctor, other things. There where probably no cameras in here. Nothing that could hold him accountable for anything. She twisted her neck around so she could vaguely see what she was doing as she manovered the sharpened letter opener over the thick rope. It took about twenty minutes to break through them.

Lizzy stopped every now and then to make sure no one was coming. Once her arm was free she turned her attention to her feet. They where bound with less rope and so that took a shorter period of time. Once she was free she stood up quickly, shoved some of the rope in her pocket in case she should need it and put the sharpened letter opener and rock paperweight in too as weapons. Albeit not particularly good weapons. Still, they would hurt and the paperweight was heavy enough to give some one a concussion if enough force was put behind it.

She walked over to the desk and stopped when she reached to bookcases that lined that side of the room. She remembered when she had first woken up and she had heard her captor hide something in a book. The only problem was that she had had her eyes closed at the time, praying she wouldn't sneeze at the dust. The dust!

Lizzy looked around, the front of the bookcases where polished to perfection. But the inside had not been cleaned in a while. She hadn't heard him use a key and prayed they where not locked. She looked until she came to a shelf close to the bottom. It was the only one that didn't seem to have a thin layer of dust on it. She pulled at the handle and found that it was unlocked. She opened the cabinet gently and pulled out the book that seemed the least dusty, with the clean path in front of it showing where it had been slid across. She opened the book and two slips of paper slid out. She picked them up quickly and skim read them. One was a letter of conformation from the doctor and the other was what appeared to be a bank statement, it wasn't a bank she recognised. Probably Swiss? Defiantly not from the UK.

She felt a smile tug at her face, with this she could get Charlotte custody of Edward. Now she definitely had to escape. She tucked the paper into her bra and walked quickly over to what she assumed was a window and pulled the curtains back. It was a window, and it was very high up. She opened it and stared down at the grass below. She tried to regulate her breathing a bit more as she prepared to jump. She tried to tell herself that it was like the high diving board at the school pool, it wasn't actually as high as it was when you where actually up there looking down.

Deciding it would be easier to just jump quickly and get it over with before she thought about it too much, she squeezed onto the window ledge and dropped her legs down so that only her arms where holding on as the rest of her body dangled. She let go and landed badly onto the grass bellow, knocking all of the wind out of her. Gladly she still seemed to be able to walk pretty well, though her back ached quite badly. She ran out into the trees, like her life depended on it, which it probably did. Only once she reached the trees did she begin to walk.

Lizzy had always loved walking and would probably have enjoyed being in such a beautiful forest as this one had she not been jumping at every shadow or movement of the trees. She always felt like something, or someone was following her. She stiffened, certain it was her captors men sent to get her back. She had been walking for what seemed an hour before she reached a break in the woods. To her horror she saw a red, white and black sign with a skull and crossbones on it with the words 'minefield' underneath it. Who the fuck has an actual minefield surrounding their house? And she thought her own mother was paranoid...

Very aware that they might probably have guessed she was missing by now she did probably one of the most desperate and stupid things she had ever done (or considered doing) in her entire life.

Putting her irresponsible plan into action she took out the paperweight, letter opener and rope. She knotted the scraps of rope together to create a relatively long piece. She then took the letter opener and rubbed it in the original groove created when she had been sharpening it before, like you would with a stick to start a fire. It took some time but she finally managed to make a small hole which she threaded the rope through. This was when the plan became completely stupid.

Feeling like this was probably going to be the last thing she ever did and that it was safer to just hand herself in, she walked into the mine field. It was slow work as she glanced around checking and double checking every step she took. She recognised a mine from school and her history lessons. These ones where painted green and sort of looked like little sprinklers. She finally found one and hoping her basic knowledge of mines would be enough she slowly placed the paperweight on top of it. She retrace her seps holding the rope and breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the protection of the woods again. Now all she had to do was wait.

It only took half an hour for her to see two guards walking through the woods. One of them was yelling into a black box which she took to be a Wilkie talkie.

"For Christ sake, put everyone in the borders, don't leave anywhere unprotected. She mustn't get out or we are all for the chop."

Breathing deeply Lizzy waited until they where nearer before putting her head flat on the ground and pulling the string. To her delight it worked. Once she had pulled the weight off the mine it exploded with worrying force. She heard the two men swear and start shouting coordinates into the Walkie talkie.

"Fuck! Fuck! She has gone and gotten herself blown up"

"Shit... Poor kid"

"Poor us you mean, he said he would kill us if something happened to her."

"It ain't our fault"

"Like he cares"

Lizzy stood and waited stock still behind the tree watching them as smoke still plumed up from the field. The taller of the two yelled into the Walkie talkie those golden words.

"Get as many people as you can over here"

With that Lizzy started running in the opposite direction back into the woods. It was a large place and she only had to hide from one pair of men that thundered past. She reached a small path and followed it until she reached a break in the woods. On the other side was a road and she smiled as she realised.

"I did it. I bloody did it."

She felt like she could fly as she sprinted onto and up the road. She didn't bump into any guards as she guessed most of them where trying to recover her remains without setting off anymore mines. She wandered for about an hour and it was getting dark when she reached a signpost. She looked at it. There where three signs on it. One said Pemberley, the other said Lambton and the last was the Derbyshire army training site. She suppose that would explain the mines. The one pointing to Pemberley was back from where she had come so Lizzy headed in the direction of Lambton to try and find a telephone.

It didn't take that long to reach there. It was a small village with a pub, a grocers and a few houses. She had no money with her and so was forced to ask strangers for the use of their mobile. It didn't take very long as people in the country seemed to be far more trusting than those in the city. The first and only number she could remember was janes and she called her quickly. Jane sounded very worried when she picked up.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Jane! it's Lizzy"

"Lizzy! Where are you? I was besides myself with worry... So were Charlotte and the others!"

"I will explain it all later, can you pick me up?"

"Of course darling. Where are you?"

"Lambton, I think it's in Derbyshire..."

"How on earth did you end up there?"

"Like I said, I will tell you everything later."

"Ok, wait for me there"

After the call had ended Lizzy though about exactly what she would tell Jane when she got here. She wouldn't tell her the truth as It would probably scare Jane to much. She pulled out the papers and read through them properly. There was absolutely nothing in them that showed any connection to anyone other than the doctor. She wasn't exactly sure why she wanted to protect the man who had kidnapped her. All she knew was that she would not be the one to turn him in, if the doctor chose to talk then she thought he could probably take care of himself. She should really go to the police, tell them even if it didn't do anything. It just felt wrong to try and turn him in, he hadn't really done anything to her. Aside from kidnap her and try to hurt Charlotte. Lizzy felt stupid as she weighed up the many reasons why she should tell people what he had done. She just couldn't.. Maybe she had Stockholm syndrome?

It took three hours for Jane to arrive and Lizzy was exhausted. When Jane got out and hugged her she had tears streaming down her face.

"I missed you so much!"

"Calm down Janie! I missed you too, please don't cry"

"When you disappeared yesterday I was so worried!"

"Yesterday?"

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing"

"Lizzy, what exactly happened?"

"Do you mind if I explain when everyone is here? Right now I just really need to sleep."

Jane didn't look very pleased, well as displeased as it is possible for Jane to look... Which isn't much. Lizzy looked out the window and pressed her head against it as it began to rain. Everything was very grey and wet, but that was how she liked it. She asked jane if she could borrow her phone and then set it out for a text, she put her own phone number into the 'to' box. She typed out a message and sent it quickly before she could feel too silly about it. After breathing out and letting her breath mist up the glass she slipped into the warm embrace of sleep.

Darcy filled up his drink again as he sat at his desk looking at the chair where only a few hours ago the girl with fine eyes had sat. She was only seventeen, and now she was dead. And it was all his fault.

He looked at the objects that had been in her possession when he had taken her. It was only some dirty clothes, covered in the fake blood and a phone. As he got up to get another drink the screen of the phone lit up and it vibrated on the wood desk. He walked over and looked and the message that had flashed up.

I'm not dead. EB

He sat down again as he looked at the text before the screen went black. He glanced behind him out of the window that was still open, the wind making the curtains billow. He felt relief wash over him, but why had she sent him the message? Was she gloating about her escape, or threatening him? He closed his eyes and tried not to picture her as he sighed and let sleep take him.