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Chapter 4
Lady Catherine de Bourgh was often called "Lady Catherine the Great" but there was a very good reason why Elizabeth had once stated, "To take arms against you my lady would be to take arms against England." Stories had been regaled about Lady Catherine's merits to the point of legendary status. In particular, during the Second Battle of Kent in 1793, it had been said that Lady Catherine single-handedly slaughtered over a thousand of the undead. Her lone assault came about when the officers could not decide upon a strategy to attack the enemy, and becoming weary of the debates, Lady Catherine marched out of the camp into the unmentionables territory and the rest was history. It was the same battle that resulted in the loss of her left eye, yet it was a small price to pay for the victory claimed for the living.
It was why Elizabeth admired her ladyship for so long and why she could not bring herself to fight the indomitable woman. Lady Catherine was a living and breathing mythological creature and one did not dare to oppose her will. However, Elizabeth had risen to the occasion when Lady Catherine insisted she fight her proxy.
Now, Elizabeth's courage was again called to rise once more as she and Mr. Darcy stood before his aunt. This time… the falsehood of her and Darcy's engagement was actually true.
Lady Catherine was sitting smartly, her black eye scrutinizing, as she crossed her legs over and rested her arms on the armrest. Her countenance was composed despite the slight pursing of her lips. Silence poured off her but there was no denying who was in charge at the present moment. Her presence alone was domineering regardless of the past months of congeniality shared.
"I must say I would have expected more from you, my dear nephew," she began in her off-handed yet patronizing tone. "A superior man such as yourself does not go off gallivanting in the early hours with a young woman unchaperoned. Even if the said young woman is a guest and prone to early morning walks."
"Lady Catherine, I—" Darcy tried to say but his aunt halted all speech with a flick of her wrist.
"I am not finished," she interjected smoothly. Darcy bowed his head as a sign of respect for her to continue. "I do not care for nor do I like when matters are conducted secretively. It is quite droll especially when there is not a single thing under this roof that passes by without my knowledge. Take this library, for example. I see some effort was taken to cover up the fight that occurred. Despite the missing vases (which are broken I have no doubt), any other person would assume they were misplaced, forgotten, or maybe stolen by a disgruntled servant. But that is not what happened here."
Her last sentence was directed at Mr. Darcy. Her sudden silence indicated he was allowed to speak.
"Your ladyship let me assure you that the fight in the library was not going to be a cover up. I have too much of a high regard and respect for you to do otherwise. I intended to speak to you privately to pay for the vases when there was a moment."
"I would not have expected any less from you, Mr. Darcy," Lady Catherine replied. "Mr. Bennet has apologized as well and claimed it was a necessity, but that was not my meaning when I mentioned the library. It was merely an example. I was still referring to the fact that you and Miss Bennet here were together. Alone. Something you failed to concede from the beginning with my charge."
"My apologies. I was mistaken with your observations in regards to the library."
"Clearly." Lady Catherine continued to keep her attention on her nephew, but Elizabeth felt her ire rising that the famed warrior was purposely ignoring her presence and speaking as if she was not there at all. Her fists clenched but Elizabeth fought to keep her temper in check lest her actions became regrettable.
"I should add that you, nephew, have a strong sense of responsibility when it comes to your duties to this family. After all, your mother was my sister and it falls on my shoulders to be the surrogate mother when the occasion rises. I, like yourself, do not take these responsibilities lightly. So let me be frank and ask you once and for all: what are your intentions towards my daughter Anne?"
Darcy kept his gaze for most of the interrogation on his aunt's boots, his head slightly bowed, but her question had him breaking the gesture of deference as his dark eyes held his aunt's black one with a refractory expression that brook no opposition.
"I know the expectations placed on me since I was a child. I know my mother's dying wish was to unite our families and fortunes in maintaining a superior bloodline of warriors. While I do keep my duties and responsibilities to my family seriously, I cannot obey this wish. It would be a disservice as I told you previously when you kindly reminded me when Anne was of marrying age. I have never expressed any interest in pursuing or courting Anne and to do so will be out of pity. She does not possess the way of the deadly arts and nor does she have the strength that a young woman of her age should have as she has been ailing all these years. However, as she is family, I do intend to make sure she has the best care available at the time of your demise. I will not abandon her but I will not marry her."
"I see." Her tone was placid, detached. Not one might expect from whose child was thoroughly rejected. "Am I correct to presume the 'necessity' that Mr. Bennet spoken of and your own submission having something to do with your indiscretion?"
"Indiscretion?" Mr. Darcy balked.
Finally, Lady Catherine rested her attention on the young woman in question. "How silent you are Miss Bennet. I would not have recognized this compliance in your character."
"It is not compliance your ladyship," Elizabeth responded. "It is the highest form of discipline not to indulge in one's violent tendencies."
"Oh? Do tell Miss Bennet. What is it you want to do?"
"As I told you, I do not possess your frankness but you may ask questions that I may choose not to answer. However, in this case, what I want is to know the point of this meeting."
Lady Catherine's lips curved. "Then I shall get to the point. Are you engaged to Mr. Darcy?"
How strange it was that months ago the same question had been posed to contradict a troubling rumor that reached Lady Catherine's ears! Now, the past intended to repeat itself and Elizabeth was staring at the mighty lion in her den with a reply she wished she could have said the first time.
"Yes."
Elizabeth did not know what to expect from her admission and Lady Catherine's demeanor did not change with the newfound knowledge. Then again, it was possible that her ladyship had already known and was baiting them for some other purpose. It occurred to Elizabeth that it was possible that Lady Catherine might be enacting her own retribution. Indeed, the unassailable warrior had expressed her discontent about the notion of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy being engaged. Maybe she was getting her wish granted—having Elizabeth admit to the engagement before she called in her favor and forced Elizabeth to denounce the whole thing.
It was diabolical. And yet, Elizabeth knew she had no other choice but to obey. She had given her word to Lady Catherine and as much as it killed her to do… Elizabeth must hold her end of the bargain.
"Miss Bennet," Lady Catherine said. "I cannot account for your queer expression. I thought engagements a rather happy occasion."
Darcy had to wonder the thought himself. His warrior bride-to-be had lost the glow in her eyes as she gazed downcast and solemn, but a single glimpse in his direction had his chest tighten painfully. Did she regret it? Did she think of him as unworthy after all? The man wanted to fall on his knees in supplication, to kiss her skirts, and promise his eternal soul to damnation if she willed as long as she would accept him as her husband, her servant. Yet it was the warrior that stood tall and true, impassable to the raging emotions that threatened to disembowel him, if Elizabeth should decree an end to their fledging nuptials.
"Indeed," Elizabeth answered her voice hardly above a whisper. "It is a feeling I never thought I would know." She tore her attention from Mr. Darcy and stared at Lady Catherine with defiance now overtaking her features as she took a defensive pose lest the older woman should strike. "And one I intend to have for the rest of my life. I know what you will ask of me and I must implore you that you do not."
"What is it that I will ask of you?" Lady Catherine queried with the slight twist of her mouth and the arch of her brow.
"Enough games!" Elizabeth hissed, her hand brandishing the dagger she kept strapped to her thigh. "You once challenged to fight me in Longbourne. I refused. But I will fight you to my dying breath if you command me to release Mr. Darcy from our engagement."
To say Darcy was bewildered was an understatement and yet his aunt propositioning a challenge was not unfounded. Something had passed between his beloved Elizabeth and his relative and there was no doubt in his mind that it had been about him and his aunt's perceived belief he was engaged to her daughter. It also begged the question as the timing over this "challenge" and it must have been before Hingham. Before his Elizabeth swore her love to him amidst the destruction…
He had thought the close brush with death had revealed Elizabeth's feelings, but if his aunt challenged her to a duel prior to it, then that would mean Elizabeth might have loved him already and Lady Catherine wanted Anne's rival out of the way. Hope unlike any other coursed through his veins and it left no question or doubt that Elizabeth Bennet found him as a worthy and equal partner.
"My, my Miss Bennet! Such resilient fire!" Lady Catherine rose from her seat, as she too, was also armed with a blade. "You would dare to defy me after the promise you swore to me about accepting any request I make as penance for your culpability in my nephew's injuries!"
"I know it goes against my very fiber as a warrior," Elizabeth confessed. "A price needs to be paid for a debt that was incurred. I will honor any other order but this. I love him Lady Catherine. I will die if necessary; even kill you, the essence and spirit of England."
Lady Catherine raised her arm, preparing to throw the knife, but lowered her weapon instead, to the amazement of the two young fighters.
"I believe I know what I admire most about you Miss Bennet." She stepped away from the desk as she came face-to-face with Elizabeth. "You passed. I never thought it possible but I was wrong. You truly care for Mr. Darcy and there's strength to that. I wholeheartedly give my blessing to your union."
Elizabeth faltered, not sure if she heard correctly or if she misunderstood entirely. "What?"
Lady Catherine chuckled. "You, my dear, are a reckoning force. Your loyalty knows no bounds and your heart is pure and true. It is the making of a very fine and noble warrior, and one I would welcome in my retinue."
"You would?"
"Yes but I would add that it only pertains to you. I cannot account for your family; although, I must admit, the tutelage in your small estate did do you a service. I was mistaken to think otherwise." Casting a look at Mr. Darcy, Lady Catherine continued, "I am fully aware my preference was not yours, but I do thank you for your promise to this family. It does put the mind at ease. Now, I do believe you have an announcement to make." With a swish of her coattails, Lady Catherine strode out of the library with her mission at last completed.
Elizabeth and Darcy exchanged looks as they realized there were no more impediments to consider. However, Darcy had to know what his aunt meant about the promise that Elizabeth swore to her.
Sheathing the dagger back in its proper place, Elizabeth ducked so her intended could not see the rising color in her cheeks. "Tis nothing. Your aunt and I have an understanding."
"I know my aunt and I know the promises she can extract," he explained. "Elizabeth, you do not know what Lady Catherine will ask—"
"I know I don't," Elizabeth told him, meeting his eye. "But in the moment, it was a choice I gladly made. Besides, I have not spoken to you about your decision to run after my sister in a rescue that should have been mine to make."
"Touché."
xxXXxx
Once they exited the library, the remaining houseguests were starting to emerge from their rooms as they ascended to the dining room for breakfast. Mrs. Bennet continued to crow over Jane and Mr. Bingley's wedding even while they dined. Much to everyone's credit they wisely kept quiet as Mrs. Bennet debated with herself on over what fabric would be best suited for Jane's soft skin. "It would not do for a bride to break out in a rash if the dress is subpar," Mrs. Bennet announced sagely.
Mr. Bennet stifled a muffled cough as he reached for his tea. Caroline lifted her napkin to dab her mouth, but truthfully, had to cover her snickering as her gaze darted to the person on her left (Anne de Bourgh) to share a look over Mrs. Bennet's oversharing impropriety; however, she was quickly reminded that it was not her sister Louisa on her left and had to conceal her turn of disgust as poor Miss de Bourgh continued to stare vacantly at her plate of toast and egg with a little string of drool hanging over her dry lips. Lydia and Kitty were uncharacteristically silent over their mother's comment, and Mary did not stop in her task of smothering her toast with jam and preserves. As for Jane and her Mr. Bingley, they did not seem to have heard Mrs. Bennet as they continued to look adoringly at one another. Although, not to appear she was neglecting her mother's good opinion, Jane dutifully replied, "Yes Mama."
"I do like lace but it makes my Jane look sickly. Silk is much better, I daresay. Very elegant."
"Indeed," Mr. Collins chirped. "I understand the young ladies do prefer silk and it is truly one of the finest fabrics. I was telling my own soon to-be-bride that if she wanted silk, then she was choosing a gown far superior than any other gown in all the land."
"Ah, Charlotte Lucas is going to be wearing silk?" Mrs. Bennet asked conversationally, although her tone suggested something else even with the slight raise of brow and pinched lips. The very idea of being upstaged by the mousy and plain Miss Lucas was not to be borne in Mrs. Bennet's mind. Her Jane would be in silk if she had anything to say and Miss Lucas would have to settle for second fiddle.
Mr. Collins raised his napkin to politely cough not to conceal his blush. "Miss Lucas insisted on lace."
That seemed to greatly please Mrs. Bennet and before she could launch into another tirade, Lady Catherine cleared her throat to gather the attention from everyone around. The reaction was immediate as all heads swiveled in her direction at the head of the table. Satisfied, Lady Catherine gave a subtle nod to Mr. Darcy.
Besides enduring company of strangers (and even close friends and family), Mr. Darcy also loathed in making public announcements. It was one thing to give an order on the battlefield; it was another to speak openly or even intimately. While the thought did fill him with dread, he was also filled with anticipation of the pleasant kind in that he would announce that Elizabeth Bennet had accepted his proposal. He sought out her fine eyes across from him, her smile lending him the strength he needed to conquer the uncomfortable feeling as he stood.
"Friends," he started to say, his mouth suddenly dry and arid. Elizabeth did not break her gaze as he swallowed what little moisture he could gather and forced himself to look around at the guests. Mr. Bennet knew what was about to happen as he, too, offered a friendly and warm smile to encourage the young man. Even Jane Bennet was silently giving him the support with her heartening countenance. "I have an announcement of the most joyous occasion to make: Miss Elizabeth Bennet has agreed to accept my hand in matrimony." Darcy returned his glance at his fiancée—now openly known—with a swift and very brief grin before taking his seat.
A hush swept through the room as the news was quite unexpected and wholly without warning, then slowly, a rousing crescendo began to take root as felicitations and congratulations resounded.
Bingley rose and moved around to shake his friend's hand, clapping him on the back. Darcy grimaced but he appreciated his friend's enthusiasm as Bingley had known for some time his feelings towards Elizabeth. In truth, Bingley had first recognized Darcy being smitten despite Darcy's insistence he had no feelings for Elizabeth Bennet whatsoever. No amount of light-hearted teasing would change Darcy's mind and Bingley kept any further observations and thoughts to himself. Until Hingham Bridge. Bingley could not forget the emotional plea from Elizabeth for his friend to wake that while on their way to the hospital in Essex he had to ask Darcy. At that point, Darcy was already starting to see the error of his ways, and finally admitted to Bingley of his intentional separation of his friend from Jane. Bingley had been upset to say the least but Darcy confided in him about Elizabeth's rejection as a peace offering. This did repair the damage as Bingley thought it was fitting that the mighty Colonel Darcy did not get his way (afterwards he would empathize with Darcy's broken heart). Now, both men were happily secured in the knowledge that they irrevocably won the loves of their lives. It was happy news to rejoice.
Jane, of course, was all too pleased and elated that her sister and Mr. Darcy were officially engaged. She embraced Elizabeth, pressing her cheek to hers, as both sisters found the right men for each other and that the bygones with Mr. Darcy were bygones as their father had given his blessing. If anything, Jane did not know it was possible for one person to feel such euphoria.
The remainder of the Bennet brood were also overjoyed that another sister was engaged. Lydia did not complained or lament the unfairness that her older sisters should be the first to marry when it had been her life's dream to beat Jane and Elizabeth to the altar. While it had been on her tongue, Lydia only had to look at Mr. Darcy to remind her of his sacrifice to save her from the undead Wickham and her newfound respect in life and maturity returned. She expressed her delight in earning another brother and how lovely Elizabeth will be in her trousseau. Following Lydia's lead, Kitty also kept her grievances to herself and hugged her sister with tenderness and showered sweet compliments. Mary—the ever conservative and serious one in the bunch—put aside her astonishment yet whispered into Elizabeth's ear, "If this is a trap, then give the word and I will smite him."
"Thank you Mary but it will not be necessary," Elizabeth rejoined in a murmur. The last thing she wanted was her sister to slaughter her fiancé. The third Bennet daughter shrugged but her expression spoke she meant her word.
The following reactions were also expected and unexpected.
Anne de Bourgh continued her blank and unresponsive stare as the drool fell into her porridge. Her companion, Mrs. Jenkinson, was the proxy to express Lady Anne's best wishes for the happy couple. Darcy and Elizabeth took it in stride as they smiled diminutively. To her credit, Anne did manage a soft grunt in reply.
Mr. Collins, always readied with a word or two (for preparation was key for any upstanding figure and addressing one's superior), had fumbled his way through "oh such joyous splendor it is" with a peculiar expression and wistful tone that barely concealed his disappointment. It had nothing to do with his fair cousin and how she had been almost promised to him when she unabashedly refused his hand despite his efforts to flatter and woo her. Elizabeth was pretty in her way, not a true beauty, but tolerable and agreeable and she would have been an excellent choice as a parson's wife. Although he had to amend Charlotte Lucas was indeed the better choice as Elizabeth had a spirit that would not be tamed and her wildness with the deadly arts could prove to be too much of a strain, even for the Darcy bloodline. He could only imagine the mortification Lady Catherine must be experiencing as he was privy to her hopes of her daughter marrying Mr. Darcy. Now Anne had the grace unlike any woman in her class and was an equal match for a powerful and important man as Mr. Darcy. Then again, even bachelorhood would also be fitting for the Colonel. However, Mr. Collins knew his place and the expectations his patroness would have for her rector so the heavyhearted smile bloomed into a radiant one as he began spouting the many happy and numerous benefits it was to be an engaged man and how thrilled he was when his Charlotte consented to become his wife and life companion.
Mrs. Bennet was quite perplexed at the announcement for she was under the impression that none of her daughters were interested in the disagreeable Darcy. Her former designs fled at his brutish and rude behavior in Meryton, and thus, began her own campaign to berate and lambast his character to any wagging tongues and listening ears—which meant the whole village. She insisted to her friends that she would be eternally grateful that no daughter of hers should be joined with Mr. Darcy regardless of his twenty thousand a year and the advantageous connections that would come in the way for the youngest girls. But none of that mattered anymore. Mr. Darcy aided in the rescue of her beloved Lydia and he convinced Lizzy (more or less) to accept his proposal. Any ill temper she had felt beforehand was now up in smoke for she had a second daughter engaged to be married. Mr. Darcy was now one of her favorite people and she could not remember why she had been so harsh in her appraisal of his character.
Reading the expression of his wife's face, Mr. Bennet leaned in and whispered: "Careful, my dear. Your future son-in-law is a proud cad with ill-favor looks and the fighting instinct of an ape."
"I never said such things!" Mrs. Bennet hissed at her husband. "You misunderstood me as you are wont to do. Easily done since I clearly remember that I said Mr. Darcy was a proud lad but had very handsome features and the fighting instinct of a lion. I would not insult anyone of the kind with those comments."
Mr. Bennet had to bite his tongue but he could not help the slight shake of his head. His wife was indeed someone prone to convenient memory selections.
Lastly, Caroline Bingley was the one person who had not mentioned her adulations. If anything, she was rather silent on the whole and her complexion became a sudden sickly pale hue causing her red hair to stand out prominently, and her lips were pinched together as if tasting something rotten. Her grip on her fork loosened but no one seemed to have heard or noticed the utensil fall back onto her plate. The only movement on her countenance was the fluttering of her eyelids, blinking in astonishment and shock. Mr. Darcy's news was startlingly and Caroline could not—would not—believe it was happening except it was and with each exclamation of joy for the newly engaged couple was another twist of the knife as her hopes and wishes were quickly deflating. In her mind, she could not prevent the thoughts that it should have been she who was on the receiving end of Darcy's announcement, that it should have been she who was being congratulated. After all, she was in every way an equal match to Mr. Darcy: a woman of his social rank, a woman highly refined, a woman superiorly trained in the best of temples in Japan. She had known Darcy as long as he had known her brother, and she doted on his sister whenever Georgiana Darcy was visiting.
This… with Miss Elizabeth Bennet seemed too rash, too crude considering Elizabeth's very poor and inadequate Shaolin training. Elizabeth could not compare to Caroline's numerous skills and talents as a female and warrior. Perhaps this engagement was some kind of misunderstanding. Indeed, Caroline glanced in Lady Catherine's direction to decipher her ladyship's reaction to what must be very grievous news. If anyone could see the imprudence to such a match, then it would be Darcy's relative.
However, Lady Catherine was watching her nephew and his fiancée with a pleasing glint in her eye. "How fortunate and lucky we are that there are two engagements here in Rosings. With so much death around us it is refreshing for a blissful event."
"Caroline, are you unwell?" Bingley asked, frowning as he took notice of his sister's lack of well wishes and her unnatural white pallor.
"I am well," Caroline said although there was an edge to her words as if saying it aloud would convince her. "This is all very surprising Mr. Darcy. Of course, I imagine Georgiana must be thrilled to have a sister to join the family now."
Ah, Miss Georgiana Darcy. Elizabeth nearly forgotten Darcy had a sister and even she was a bit curious how his sister would welcome the news. Unfortunately, Elizabeth had not the opportunity to make Miss Darcy's acquaintance, and while in the earlier stages of her familiarity with Mr. Darcy she did not care whether or not Miss Darcy was as effectively trained as a warrior and the perfect example of femininity, but now that she was to be Mr. Darcy's wife, the perspective had changed. She wanted to have Miss Darcy's approval for it was clearly evident how much he adored his sister after the mere mention of her name resulted in the softening of his features and a fondness in his eyes and tender curl of his lips.
"I am certain Georgiana will be beyond happy to hear she will have a sister at last. Alas, I have not the chance to inform her of my intentions. I will rectify this at once as I will send for her to come to Rosings," Darcy said.
"Surely you do not want to risk your sister traveling?" Mrs. Bennet pointed out. "The zombies may be trapped on the other side of Hingham Bridge, but that does not mean we could not suffer from an attack."
"My sister is highly equipped with the battle axe, madam," Darcy stated. "No zombie is a match to her skills."
"Lovely," Mrs. Bennet cooed. "Well, I think having the wedding in Derbyshire might be for the best. I heard it is quite beautiful this time of year."
"Actually, Mama," Elizabeth interjected. "Jane and I discussed this and we are of the mind to have a double wedding here in Rosings Park."
"A double wedding? How splendid!" Bingley beamed. "You don't mind do you Darcy?"
"Not at all," he responded.
"No, no," Mrs. Bennet insisted, clicking her tongue. "It is most irregular. No you girls will have your separate weddings."
Elizabeth and Jane were about to protest, yet Lady Catherine shook her head. "Nonsense. If the ladies wish to be wed together, then I do not see the harm in it. I will even say that the wedding should be conducted here. My church is one of the finest and apart from Georgiana not present… your entire families are here to witness the unions. No I do insist the weddings be done here."
Jane's eyes widened for it was a nice gesture and she could not bear the thought of separate weddings. Lady Catherine's kindness did not know any bounds.
"Lady Catherine we couldn't impose—" Mrs. Bennet could not believe her luck! Two adult daughters engaged, and the great she-warrior herself was offering her church for the girls to marry. How lucky and fortunate they were! Nevertheless, Mrs. Bennet did not want to miss her opportunity to throw two weddings as to show the neighborhood her good fortune. Yet, there was the allure of being the most talked about social event with a double wedding and with the blessing of England's favorite and beloved soldier.
"I assure you there is no imposition," Lady Catherine affirmed. "Mr. Darcy, I will insist you fetch your sister. We cannot have a wedding unless the rest of the family is present nor would your sister forgive you for leaving her out."
Darcy's lips twitched. "Indeed. I will leave straightaway."
xxXXxx
"I forgot you had a sister."
Darcy arched his brow as Elizabeth stood outside his door. Once breakfast was concluded, he excused himself so he could begin packing for Pemberley. Elizabeth, naturally, followed after feigning a headache to the rest of the party. It was unfortunate this had occurred right when Mr. Collins was going to conduct his morning reading and Elizabeth made certain she sounded contrite to her cousin. Mr. Collins took her apologies well and understood the delicacies of young ladies and how they are often inflicted with this plague. He should know for his Charlotte has suffered the same malady.
"I mentioned her at Netherfield."
"Yes but if you recall… we never had a civil discussion of one's relations."
How could he forget?
"I think you will like her," Darcy continued as he went about packing his bag. "Georgiana… she is affable and generous in nature. She takes her training seriously and practices daily—a pastime I am certain you will both enjoy together. My only regret is that I have failed to encourage her from her reticence. However, I suspect, once she becomes acquainted with you and your sisters… her penchant to be reserved will alter."
"You are putting a remarkable amount of faith in me and my sisters," Elizabeth said.
"I speak from experience." He threw her a quick and dashing smile that had her heart skip a beat. But she had not come to swoon like a schoolgirl.
"I do not doubt what you say is true about her character, but will she be happy with her brother proposing marriage to a woman she has not met? From my understanding, it has been you and she all this time. I do not want her to think ill of me or to presume I am usurping her place…" She trailed off as her intended started to laugh, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.
"Forgive me. I do not mean to mock you but I am surprised tis all. I did not expect you to have such a notion."
"It is not unreasonable," she argued. "If I had a brother who has raised me for most of my life and suddenly came home with a bride, then I would be furious."
Understanding appeared on his expression. "I see. Indeed, I would be livid myself if Georgiana done the same. Then again… it almost nearly came to it." His countenance became haunted and Elizabeth immediately realized he was referring with the incident involving Wickham and his sister.
"Darcy, I—"
He shook his head, holding up his hand. "It's behind us now. Wickham is dead for the lack of the better term. He is no threat."
"Still." She wanted to go to him, to comfort him, but even her sensibilities prevented her from stepping over the threshold and into his private domain. "It brings up bad memories. Even I shudder to think about the part I played as well."
"You didn't know," Darcy insisted, adamant. "I kept silent due to my pride. If you are concerned about Georgiana, then I appreciate the sentiment. She is strong, a survivor. Besides, I had neglected to bring her to Rosings sooner. With all the tensions swarming with the unmentionables and my convalescence, I had not written to her as I ought. She will be more upset with that than I with a wife."
His humor was restored but it did not stop Elizabeth from berating herself. There was so much she wished she could redo over again, yet it was not to be. And as Darcy stated, Wickham was dead. Gone forever. Never again would their families be tarnished or worry about him lurking in the shadows. It was a reassuring thought and Elizabeth found it within herself to smile softly.
"How long will you be gone?" Elizabeth asked.
"It will be a three days' journey to and back," he explained. "I will write ahead in the hope it will arrive before I so Georgiana will have ample time to ready herself."
"A week…" she echoed.
Darcy nodded. "I will return."
"It's not that but you have arrived here a couple days ago and now you are leaving. These days have been surreal have they not?" It was odd considering how just a few days prior Elizabeth hoped she had not lost Darcy's good graces. She had been worried he would die from his injuries, and then it became his good opinion when news of his recovery was shared. Now, they were engaged to be married and even this trip prolonged the opportunity to further their acquaintance especially when it was apparent how promising their relationship could be. It was selfish of her wanting to keep him closer for a bit, but she knew how important it would be to have all her sisters present for her wedding. Regardless of how ridiculous and silly they can be, Elizabeth cherished each and every one, and she was looking forward in meeting her soon-to-be new sister.
"Indeed they have," Darcy spoke, staring intently at her visage. "Even now I expect to wake in my bed in the hospital to find out it was all a dream."
"This is not a dream Darcy," Elizabeth teased.
"Fitzwilliam," he blurted suddenly, his umber eyes turning wide and boyish, a sheepishness overtaking his features from the outburst. "That is… my name. Fitzwilliam. I would like you to call me—"
"Fitzwilliam," she tried, her tongue rolling with each syllable. It did not have the same ring to it as Darcy did, but watching the way his entire face lit up at the sound was worth saying. "Fitzwilliam," Elizabeth repeated but it was more of a sensual purr as she boldly took a step forward into the room.
There was something liberating in the way she could change his physiognomy so swiftly. It was heady the kind of power she wielded with Master Liu's lessons on the art of seduction starting to come together. Before, Elizabeth did not care nor wished to know how to be alluring to the opposite sex. When one was engaged in battle with a zombie one does not stop to be the temptress. Now things had changed. She was beginning to understand the feelings Darcy inspired in her and her desire to have him continuing to look at her as he was right now.
From the darkening of his pupils to the subtle flare of his Grecian nose to the rigid set of his pressed lips it was no wonder Elizabeth once thought him judgmental on her person. The intense and probing stare she had associated with his abhorrence was now clear as glass it was his ardor that was being restrained on his countenance. Indeed, his need for her was so great that he bore a striking resemblance of being in pain, and while Elizabeth was conscious of his recovery, she saw within him the struggle to maintain his demeanor and it was not due to his injuries. The punctuated, staccato rise of his chest betrayed the emotions coursing through him as she was in his room and the slight tremor of his form was the other indicator that Darcy was barely hanging on to his sanity. She could see it in his eyes that he wanted to tell her that this was highly improper and that she should leave now, but the words were lodged in his throat as he was torn in wanting her to leave and staying to see what she would do next.
Of course, she couldn't resist some harmless teasing.
"Can it be that you have nothing to say sir? I have told you before that the warrior may wish to do as he pleases. This warrior will not hesitate to put him in his place if the cause is unwarranted." Then for dramatic affect: "Fitzwilliam."
She did not cry out in surprise or gasp when he reached for her, taking her strongly in his grasp. Elizabeth went along quite willingly and with the secret hope he would lose restraint as he had in the garden. Her fiancé did not disappoint as he crushed her against his trembling body, his lips immediately covering hers following a sonorous growl after her deliberate provocative pronunciation of his Christian name. It was the warrior that was once more in control and doing as he pleased with his tongue and devouring jaw. And as she unequivocally promised, she rose to the challenge to see how much would be too far before sense and logic returned.
Recalling how greatly affected Darcy was, Elizabeth used her nails to graze his skin. The man keened in a tone that was physically felt as he continued his exploration of her honey sweet mouth with his thumbs coming round to brush the swell of her breasts. It was fleeting yet the brief touch proved to be jolting as she stiffened in astonishment. However, Elizabeth did not want Darcy stopping his ministrations to think he overstepped himself. Pressing her hand over his, Elizabeth nodded in her kiss her permission for him to continue. He did not cease as he massaged her through her dress, releasing her mouth as they drew in sharp breaths; panting harshly, Elizabeth squeezed her eyes tight as his coarse fingers undid the first button, the material parting like the sea, and she was quickly reminded of their spar in Hunsford when he unwittingly snapped her button off with the poker. This time the button was not broken but Darcy did not waste a moment as his warm hand slipped in, his palm cupping her through her corset. Elizabeth's breaths became shorter and faster, her breasts moving rapidly she half-feared her corset would no longer support her, but the reward of his touch and then his mouth dropping open kisses as he suckled and bit the top of her mounds was wildly overwhelming that it was a small wonder her legs were able to stand up during this amorous declaration.
She became instantly aware that another part of her was filling with longing, an acute throbbing that demanded relief of some kind. It was curious as Elizabeth never experienced or quite understood this portion of her lessons. Master Liu was not as explicit as he could have been but he did warn the girls that any good seducer must play the part in making it seem the seducer wants the seduced by ensuring all the proper signs were present. "Do not fill your heads with romantic fancy," he advised. "It is easy for the body to confuse love and lust from discipline and control. You must always keep control lest you forget your mission." Regardless of her unyielding control, Elizabeth was finding it difficult to keep with Darcy being the object of her love and desire. She moaned softly as it spurred him on to continue his pursuit.
There was an inferno building in her and her whole body was feverishly reaching for completion. Did he burn as she did?
She laid her hand on his chest as she began to drag it downward, and with Darcy holding her flush against him, Elizabeth felt him hardening, which only enflamed her current passion. Master Liu did share what men have and the workings so the girls could not misinterpret the feeling. This was part of the lesson that Elizabeth found to be distasteful but her younger sisters were wide-eyed with wonder and Jane modestly raised her eyes to the sky. However, with Darcy, Elizabeth was discovering instantaneously that she did not mind feeling him near her thigh and she was certain he would feel as hot as she did. Her fingers barely skimmed his trousers when Darcy grabbed her wrist and had to physically remove himself from his bountiful feast.
His eyes were closed, his jawline quivering, but Elizabeth found herself pouting that he was preventing her in her task of exploration. Indeed, it was a Herculean effort for him yet the necessity to prevent their zealousness from coming to fruition was that he wanted to do the right by her. Of course, it was apparent that this was not going to be an easy trial and Darcy's cognizance of his journey to Pemberley would, in fact, ease the burden and reduce the risk of further temptation.
Pressing his forehead to her perspired one, Darcy prayed for the raging beast to subside as he reined in his ardor so he could gaze into her eyes properly. When he did, he impishly said:
"I believe we are at an impasse. It seems as warriors we both can raise to the occasion."
Elizabeth chuckled, the laughter serving as a substitute, as she was reluctant to leave this interlude unfinished. Yet he had a sister he had to get to and she did not wish to delay him any longer than necessary.
"Be as true as it is, you do have your sister to collect and I do not wish to detain you any longer."
She took a couple steps back and fixed her dress. Elizabeth wiped her hands on the folds of her skirts before she lifted her gaze to him. "I pray for a speedy journey."
"As do I," he said without argument. "When I return we should marry quickly as possible. I do not think I can continue to control myself much longer."
"I know." Elizabeth felt the same way and after these samples of what marriage awaited them… it was wise to have the wedding as soon as possible. "I will do what I can to convince Mama."
He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "Go. I will be gone within the hour. I will come back."
Darcy did not say anything else as Elizabeth turned on her heels to walk out of the room. When he was certain she was gone, Darcy turned to his chamber pot with some unfinished business that needed to be dealt with tout de suite.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth was soon among the other ladies with her dress and hair back to the way it was before Darcy's attention. He dispatched a note to his aunt to tell her he had left and would ride at God's speed to fetch his sister. The news made her ladyship's lips switch with affection for she had not seen Georgiana in sometime.
"With a double wedding to plan, we must start our preparations now," Mrs. Bennet told her eldest daughters. "I do not wish to wait any longer for a zombie to ruin your happiest day."
xxXXxx
Darcy's absence was felt acutely by his fiancée, yet the Bride of Death discovered rather quickly the limits to her patience and discipline.
It was not due to the lack of trying but Mrs. Bennet as the mother of the brides was much more onerous than Mrs. Bennet the mother. The ridiculous frivolity appeared to have surpassed itself and Elizabeth was quite resentful towards her dear Papa for taking shelter in the library, locking himself withal, to avoid being part of the wedding preparations. Even her younger sisters somehow managed to make themselves scarce so not to be recruited in Mrs. Bennet's fanciful scheme. As for the other houseguests, Mr. Collins had his wedding speech to prepare, and Mrs. Bennet was all too disheartened to let him go, however, she understood he needed all the time in the world to do what he must.
Indeed, it was quite a tragedy.
Caroline Bingley was in the midst of a rather unfortunate malady that involved a migraine most profound that it would spark whenever she came near Mrs. Bennet. ("Poor thing," Mrs. Bennet said to Jane. "It grieves me how one so youthful can have such awful pains. And I heard she is a decent warrior. Tsk. Well, Janie, she will be your sister so you must take careful attention to ensure she finds herself a husband who won't mind her chronic headaches." At this, Jane would dutifully reply: "Yes Mama." Even when Mrs. Bennet commented to Mr. Bingley about his sister's condition, he was befuddled in his answer but assured his future mother-in-law that Caroline will have the proper care.)
Anne de Bourgh and her companion made their excuses, or, rather it was Mrs. Jenkinson who did since her charge would be unable to provide the help that Mrs. Bennet would require in the planning. Likewise, Mrs. Bennet did not wish for Miss de Bourgh to overexert herself (frankly, she admitted this to no one but herself, she would be pleased not to spend the hours being stared at even if Miss de Bourgh's gaze was unfocused; it was still disconcerting). Lady Catherine offered her assistance with the members of her Black Guard delivering written instructions to whomever services was rendered to expedite Mrs. Bennet's requests.
This left Elizabeth, Jane, and Mr. Bingley at their mother's mercy. As it was their weddings, Elizabeth and Jane made a blood vow to never leave the other alone with their mother. Mr. Bingley did his best, and while he was torn not to leave his beloved's side, he only managed to reach the afternoon the first day before he, too, also disappeared in the confines of the locked library to become better acquainted with his father-in-law.
Now, Elizabeth would have forgiven her father's recalcitrant attitude (his vanishing acts were the norm when her mother was having one of her fits), but for Mr. Bingley to abandon Jane and hide like Papa… Perhaps if Mr. Darcy did not have to leave then he would have soldiered on and brave the frantic Mrs. Bennet and her outlandish and outrageous demands and ideas. Yes, if Mr. Darcy was here to endure the insanity, then Mr. Bingley would have stayed. Since Mr. Bingley did not Elizabeth could only see the red rage that he was going to be Papa to wife Jane and that was not to be borne! He should be supporting his intended instead of letting her fend for herself! It had not occurred to her to ask if Jane was bothered by this knowledge, but Elizabeth decided to take matters into her own hands.
Armed with her Chinese butterfly knives, Elizabeth marched to the library and pounded the door with her fist.
"Mr. Bingley!" she roared, a ferocious lioness determined to drag the weakling of the litter to face the hunt. "Come out this instant! Jane needs you!"
She could hear movement behind the door and then Mr. Bingley's voice worryingly replying: "Is she unwell?"
"She," Elizabeth emphasized, "is planning her wedding to you! And you're in there without any aid or opinion to give her."
"I trust in her opinions Miss Elizabeth. Have no doubt that however the wedding turns out I will be most happy—"
He was interrupted with the deep mutterings of her Papa and Elizabeth could have sworn he had said "Pray, do not fall for her tricks." This renewed her temper as Elizabeth raised her fist to the door again. "Papa!" she shouted. "I know you can hear me! As father of the brides your input would be judicious too!"
Silence fell until a cough was plainly heard.
"I would Lizzy, I would. But I fear my old lungs are not up to the task. I am better off in here so I am not in the way."
Feeling betrayed, Elizabeth could not allow this insult to go on. She seized her knives and was going to hold both of them at their throats with the threat of death if they did not join her in this foolhardy chore. As she reared back to kick the door open, Elizabeth was stopped as Jane called her name.
"Lizzy what on earth—?" Jane watched with a horrified expression when she realized what her sister intended to do and immediately placed herself between Elizabeth and the door. "Lizzy, you leave them be."
"Jane! They're hiding! Your Mr. Bingley is hiding rather than staying at your side while Mama plots away!"
Jane lifted her thin, blonde brow. "Plots? Lizzy this is our wedding. If anything, Mr. Bingley and Papa would be lost with the flowers and the dresses and even the wedding breakfast. I do not mind that he is not with me. Neither should you. Besides, you and I made a pact, remember?"
"Yes but…" Elizabeth glared at the closed door. "He should be there."
"Perhaps but that is not for you to decide. If Mr. Darcy was here and wanted to help, then that would be his choice, but if he didn't… Lizzy you will need to respect his wishes. Now, put those knives away and let's go back. We are needed for the dress fitting if we are to have our dresses in time."
Elizabeth gritted her teeth but she knew Jane was right. Regardless what Mr. Bingley's decision was her forcing him to suffer the same torture as they may not be the best course of action. Yet, she was certain it would make her feel much better if she had her sister's fiancé's throat beneath her blade.
That was only the second day of Darcy's absence.
Eventually, the preparations were coming together and the eldest Bennets could almost sigh in relief. Indeed, their contributions to the wedding planning were little; if not, almost entirely missing as Mrs. Bennet seized control over every aspect. The only consolation was that they were able to have the choice in the style of their wedding dresses. It was a small victory if one counted it as such, and while Elizabeth would have been happy to be married in one of her best gowns, she had to admit she was looking forward in seeing Darcy's expression when he sees her in the church. Not that the experience was pleasant (it was agonizing when trying to reason with Mrs. Bennet), Elizabeth did manage a few breaks with her walking tour of Rosings and her training exercises, including one of her favorite games of "Kiss Me Deer." Only then could the she-warrior work out her frustrations and stress.
At long last Darcy returned with his sister.
This was the long-awaiting moment Elizabeth had since he left for Pemberley and she only had the memories of their impassioned encounters to keep her company. Between her murderous inclinations for certain individuals and Mrs. Bennet's overzealous instructions, Elizabeth had forgotten her nervousness in meeting Georgiana Darcy. It was not until the Darcys were announced that Elizabeth remembered herself.
First, it was true in the idea that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Seeing Darcy—nay, Fitzwilliam—had Elizabeth's heart racing with giddiness as she took in his countenance and straight posture. His injuries seemed to have mended as well as they could despite the toll the journey must have had on his person. Not that he was the sort of man who would allow such signs to be present. His stance was much better than when he appeared in Rosings so soon after he was released from the hospital. He did not seem to favor any part of him so it was possible that he could be completely healed.
I supposed the trip to the countryside of Derbyshire was exactly in order, she mused as her lips curved into a smile. She continued to smile as Miss Darcy shyly stepped beside her brother. In a flash, Elizabeth's preconceived notions vanished.
Georgiana Darcy was indeed handsome and shared the same dark chestnut hair and brown eyes as her brother; her height was not the same as Elizabeth's as Darcy once proclaimed, but she was taller than Elizabeth though not as tall as her brother, her head reaching his chin. Her face was soft, warm, and timid not at all proud as previous reports had said. Regardless of her head being held high it was plainly evident to Elizabeth that Miss Darcy did so out of a sense of duty or to make her brother happy, but the rest of her countenance revealed anxiousness even with her fingers laced together in front of her.
All in all, Elizabeth could not find anything at all intimidating within Georgiana Darcy. Not to say the poor girl was completely meek. She was certain that Darcy's praises were not without some merit. The warrior in her continued to assess Miss Darcy and she had to concede that Miss Darcy's long legs and frame could work well in battle depending on her agility and flexibility. Moreover, she detected Miss Darcy's arms were indeed toned and seemed somewhat big for a girl her age, but if she favored the battle axe as a choice of weapon… she would have to develop her upper body strength to be able to wield it effortlessly. Elizabeth concluded that Miss Darcy was a warrior that continued with her training and building her strength and was unlikely to neglect those habits in the near future. Then again, her brother was a Colonel and he was known for his zombie slaughtering. As his sister, there had to be some level of expectation for her to be as good as he.
The question remained: How good?
During her inspection, Elizabeth's lips quirked as Miss Darcy was apparently doing the same to her. Before the proper introductions were made, Miss Darcy had sought Elizabeth out as the right candidate as her brother's fiancée. The girl might be shy but the warrior inside her was not. She boldly stared at Elizabeth, scrutinizing her carefully, undoubtedly determining if she was equally skilled as her brother. Darcy was not a fool and his choice in a wife would clearly mean she had to earn his respect and admiration. What made Elizabeth Bennet the special one was the question in her expression.
The answer to their questions could be solved in the only matter possible.
Darcy did not hide his amusement when his sister posed this query to Elizabeth: "Do you like to spar Miss Elizabeth?"
"I do. I find it helps keep the body limber and alert to any zombie attack. Do you enjoy sparring yourself?"
Miss Darcy's eyes sparkled. "Yes. Of course, I do not always have the opportunity. My brother is often away from home and there are not many in Derbyshire or around Pemberley that could serve a match."
"We should rectify that here and now if you wish."
Georgiana did not have to reply to make her assent known.
Lady Catherine discreetly motioned her Black Guard to move any offending or valuable items and furniture away as the others stood back to give the ladies the space needed. The only person in a titter over the circumstance was Mrs. Bennet and the thought of a bride having any type of bruises or markings on her face on her wedding day was a travesty and so she was whisked away by a young man of the Black Guard to lose her nerves in a room where she would not be a distraction. Mr. Collins was not keen on violence and he drummed his fingers together in front of his lips, pressing them firmly, as he stole a quick glance in Lady Catherine's direction. Despite his desire to leave, he would obey whatever his esteemed patroness would decree. Fortunately, she dismissed him so he could continue his cleric duties for the wedding preparation. For Mrs. Bennet's sake, of course.
The rest of the room gave the two ladies the space they needed. Darcy watched his sister and his betrothal bow in respect as a half-grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. He knew from the moment that he and Georgiana arrived that the women in his life would want to test their abilities out and he could not have been anymore prouder as Georgiana had been the one to initiate. Already he could tell Elizabeth's bewitching influence was working its magic on his self-effacing sister.
The spar was to be fisticuffs as the two took their battle stances. They locked gazes with each other until Georgiana was the first to make the move. Elizabeth twisted and darted to the side as her leg came up to meet her opponent's abdomen, but to her astonishment, Georgiana Darcy caught her foot. The younger Darcy grinned briefly as she pushed Elizabeth's leg back, causing the warrior to lose her balance. However, Elizabeth recovered herself in time as Georgiana's next attack was blocked. Despite their height differences, Elizabeth was impressed to see how graceful Miss Darcy moved and they continued their dance of battling wits from palm-heel strikes to roundhouse kicks. The hope was the one would eventually have the advantage over the other to end this in a choking hold as neither woman was willing to step down.
Regardless of Miss Darcy's shyness, she was able to overcome the difficulty with the ease of doing something familiar, something she was confident in. Elizabeth could not help but admire her fortitude. Miss Darcy's training was not a waste and as much as Elizabeth was loathed to admit… Miss Darcy certainly kept her on her toes. Even with four sisters to train alongside and spar, Elizabeth realized her folly in always picking fights with them. She could read her sisters next moves but Miss Darcy was a stranger and there were moments when Elizabeth underestimated her when she was given a swift jab in the stomach and an elbow to the face. The hit did not injure her but rather stunned Elizabeth; although, Elizabeth was able to manage a few good and direct punches that had Miss Darcy catching her breath.
Around and around they went—neither willing to surrender—but it was plain to the audience that the ladies met their matches. Perhaps if actual weapons were used the fight would end much sooner. Either way, the battle was going far too long and at last Lady Catherine called it a draw.
Elizabeth did not wish to say it aloud but she was grateful Lady Catherine intervened. Georgiana Darcy was a force to be reckoned and she was looking forward to the days where she will train with her new sister.
"My brother was not exaggerating when he said you were an excellent fighter. I was not sure if I was able to keep up with you," Georgiana admitted as she offered her hand in friendship.
Elizabeth smiled as she shook her hand. "Nor I with you. You're truly accomplished Miss Darcy. I do not make such compliments lightly."
Georgiana tipped her chin to hide her blush. "I do my best. My brother says I am proficient but I fear his kindness and love does blind him with prejudice."
"Rest assured, Miss Darcy, I have only met you and I will say your skills are quite superb."
That put a smile on Georgiana's face as she quickly caught her brother's glance and he nodded approvingly.
Not to be left out, Caroline Bingley marched over to Elizabeth and Georgiana, purposely inserting herself in the middle so she could have Miss Darcy's attention.
"Georgiana you were brilliant! I cannot believe how much you've grown since the last I saw you! And your—" Caroline continued on in Japanese, which further caused Georgiana to blush with such high-praises and accolades that were no doubt coming from Miss Bingley.
Elizabeth bristled, inwardly seething at what Caroline was doing. Instead of admitting defeat for Darcy's affection, she was trying to win Darcy over through his sister and at the same time show how inferior Elizabeth's training was since she could not understand a word. The intended insult was enough for Elizabeth to reach for her red hair and ripped out her scalp.
As her fingers itched to do just that… Elizabeth noticed something else. Georgiana. While Caroline continued on with her prattling, Georgiana had a strained but polite expression on her face but it was noticeable to Elizabeth that she wanted to leave the conversation and have the commendations end. Miss Darcy was not fond of the too overly indulged comments but did not possess the assertiveness to put Miss Bingley in her place.
Elizabeth met Darcy's eye and he, too, did not look pleased with Caroline and it was most likely that he recognized his sister's distress. Yet, he did not approach the women and tilted his head just slightly that Elizabeth understood the silent message.
"Miss Darcy," Elizabeth interrupted, placing her hand on her arm. "You look flush. Perhaps you should sit and rest a bit?"
"Oh! Georgiana, I am so sorry! How callous of me!" Caroline exclaimed. "Allow me to help…"
Georgiana leaned more towards Elizabeth as she fluttered her hand in front of her. "I do feel a little fatigue. The ride from Pemberley was exhausting. If you don't mind Miss Elizabeth?"
"Of course," Elizabeth answered as she slid her arm around the young girl's waist to assist her to the nearest chair. The Black Guards were much obliging in their tasks and wasted no time in returning everything in its proper place.
While Elizabeth went on with her ministrations to make sure Miss Darcy was comfortable, Caroline seemed at a loss on what to do. Since the others had left to make use of their time in other pursuits, Caroline came to her senses in that there was nothing she could do as an interloper and took her leave as well.
With Caroline gone, Georgiana ceased her act and turned grateful eyes on Elizabeth.
"Thank you Miss Elizabeth. I did not want to be rude but I fear Caroline is far too kind and generous. Sometimes I wonder if she really means what she says to me and not for someone else."
Indeed, Georgiana Darcy was intuitive for one her age. Then again, with an older brother who was eligible and rich, one must be.
Elizabeth chuckled. "I believe that forward frankness is the only thing to work with Miss Bingley. You should not worry if the truth upsets her."
Before Georgiana could reply, Darcy was standing beside them and he could not help the boyish grin from blooming.
"Well done Georgiana. For a moment, I thought you bested Miss Elizabeth."
"She almost did," Elizabeth conceded. "A fine warrior she is too. Now, now. Do not shake your head Miss Darcy! I told you before I do not give a compliment lightly and I say what I mean as truth."
"Indeed. Her good opinion is rarely bestowed and all the worth earning," Darcy rejoined with a subtle wink at his love.
"Well, as long as I have all the facts in front of me," Elizabeth returned.
Georgiana watched her brother and his fiancée go back and forth with interest. Her brother had a lot to tell her about this woman, Elizabeth Bennet, and she was intrigued with everything about her. She was a bit astonished when her brother admitted he had not given the best impression, which Georgiana could hardly believe. Fitzwilliam Darcy was truly the best and kindest man in the world. Perhaps she was also prejudice in that belief but there was no doubt in her mind that her brother deeply loved this woman. She could not remember him smiling as much as he had, even when he spoke about Miss Elizabeth. Also, not that Georgiana would say it aloud in company, she was rather grateful that it was Elizabeth that won her brother's affections and not Caroline Bingley. While Charles was her brother's dearest and oldest friend, Georgiana could not say the same in regards to Charles' sister.
Furthermore, Miss Elizabeth surpassed any Kyoto trained fighter. My brother would be wise to find a suitable wife who can match his skills and she certainly qualifies. Georgiana pursed her lips together as she continued to examine her brother and Miss Elizabeth with growing amusement. It was clear to the young girl that the two lovers wished to be alone, but neither one was willing to excuse themselves in front of her. Feigning a yawn, Georgiana caught their attention as she started to rise.
"I suppose resting after a long journey is in order after all." Turning to look at Elizabeth, Georgiana dipped into a curtsey. "It was an honor to finally meet you Miss Elizabeth. I am so very happy we will be sisters and I hope we can spar more often."
"That would be lovely," Elizabeth replied, sinking into her own curtsey. "It was an honor to meet you too Miss Darcy."
"Brother." Georgiana acknowledged bowing her head before she retired to her room. Although, she did not go too far as she quickly glanced back to catch a glimpse as the couple embraced. Her brother's happiness spoke such volumes that Georgiana decided she would pay him back later for not telling her sooner that he was going to be married.
xxXXxx
There was darkness and for the longest time… he thought he had died for good this time. However, the prickling sense of awareness began to enter his mind and he forced his eyes to open to the burning sensation of the sunlight. Groaning, he went to shield his gaze only to come to the horrifying reminder that the appendage was no longer attached. Rather the limb was lying haphazardly in the grass and blood where the flesh had rapidly decomposed.
All at once the memories of Darcy came raging as he roared his fury and denial of revenge.
He had the man of his contempt in his grasp, squeezing and choking the life out of him, and Darcy would have died in his hand had he not been thwarted.
Elizabeth Bennet…
Wickham howled once more. She made an enemy the moment she rejected him and even now knowing she was on Darcy's side only made the bitter hatred twist and churn in his no longer beating heart. Darcy deserved to die for what he did to him and so did Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
Wandering, aimless patches of zombies roamed the field as Wickham shouted at them. A couple swiveled their rotting corpse's heads but none seemed to pay him any heed. He was their leader, their anti-Christ. It was his duty to unite them and feast upon the living in the glorious Apocalypse.
"You forsake me!" Wickham screamed. "I am your Chosen One! I gave everything to you! I—"
He stopped as four shadows emerged, blotting the bright light, as they silently glided in unison and paused in front of the half-undead, half-living soldier. Their black eyes so empty and so devoid of any expression and yet the burning pits of Hell could be seen in them as they gazed down at the disgraceful Wickham.
"Please," he beseeched them. "I can do this. I was so close. Allow me to fight for you and I swear the Final Judgment will come."
Silence was all could be heard, however, it was a silence that decided to give the soldier one last chance.
"Thank you," Wickham sighed closing his eyes in thanks he was given another opportunity to prove himself. After all, if he did not succeed then… The consequences be damned. He will not fail. "I do have one last request to ask. My arm…" He lifted what little remained of his right arm. "I cannot fight if I am not whole."
One shadow stepped forward with its long slender arm reaching as if to seize his throat. Wickham shied to avoid the dark fingers but they ceased moving as an object fell before him.
It was an iron wrought candlestick with six spikes encircling the base. He recognized it from St. Lazarus and the irony was not lost on him. Once more he will rise again and fight Darcy, but this time the outcome will be much different.
Let's see if good old Fitz can survive having his heart skewered, Wickham thought with a smug grin as he picked up the offering with his left hand.
TBC…