It was cold and rainy day, suiting the little boy in the black suit's mood perfectly, as he stared out the window, at the long limousine that had just pulled into the driveway.

He felt so bitter, what had given his parents the right, to die like that so soon. He was twelve years old, how was he going to care for his eight year old sister, and who would they live with until his inheritance came in? These were heavy thoughts for a twelve year old boy.

That's when a little girl in a black silk dress came running in, her long black curls swung back and forth as she hurried to her older brother.

"William," she said in her angelic voice as she tugged on his arm, "Auntie Catherine says it's time to leave." she said wiping at her red eyes, and runny nose, from where she had been crying.

Will turned to look at the girl sharply, "Yes, Georgiana, I know." he said in a whisper of a voice.

"Will, I miss Mummy and Daddy." Georgiana said beginning to weep, "What's going to happen to us?" she sobbed.

Will's heart softened, at the sad the picture his sister made. "I miss Mum and Dad as well, and I don't know what's going to happen to us, but as long as we have each other we'll be okay." Will, replied in a comforting tone, cliché words, yes, but comforting none the less.

Georgiana looked up from her tears, at her elder brother and felt a sense of hope, but it was soon forgotten as they heard Catherine's shrill voice yell "Children, get down here!"

--

Georgiana Darcy woke up from her afternoon nap in a cold sweat, she was having those dreams again, the one's before her parent's funeral. In them Will was his old self and not the strange bitter person he had become.

Georgiana climbed out of the dorm bed, and ran her fingers through her inky black hair, and frowned, at her reflection in the vanity's mirror, she looked terrible.

There were black circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, she had lost quite a bit of weight since coming to boarding school, and resembled a skeleton rather than a teenage girl, and her hair was turning dull and would often fall out.

She was not the same girl she had been, before Will sent her away. Georgiana had once been a bright bubbly girl with a good crowd of friends, but a year ago all that had changed.

It was as if her brother had changed over night, he went from the popular, dashing, Casanova, to a cold, bitter, proud and anti social, outcast. Sending away everyone except for Catherine, he never contacted Georgiana, except for her birthday, and to inform her where she would be staying during the holidays.

She hadn't even been allowed home for Christmas, it had become that bad, and it was affecting Georgiana drastically.

And then during Georgiana's thinking, the door to her dorm was thrown open and Georgiana's roommate Billie Jean came in.

Billie Jean Moscovits, was a short curvy, brunette with dark lashes, and cornflower colored eyes, her family owned a diamond company, which made her extremely rich, but she was down to earth none the less and possibly Georgiana's closet friend these days.

"Georgia, Headmistress Bridgette, wants you." Billie Jean said breathlessly, as she leaned against the pale lavender vanity.

Georgiana groaned as she considered all the possibilities of why Headmistress Bridgette would want her. "Do you have, any idea why, she wants me?" Georgiana asked tiredly.

"No, but she didn't seemed, angry…exactly," Billie Jean said thoughtfully, while biting her lip, "just worried or anxious."

"Oh, okay," Georgiana said wondering what her Headmistress could possibly be anxious about that concerned her. "I guess I had better she what she wants." she said more to herself than to Billie Jean as she exited from the room.

--

Will sat in his office thinking about how he had brushed Lizzie off the night before and was very much regretting it.

Ring. The phone screamed pulling Will from his thoughts. Will, looked at the phone as if it was a huge annoyance, but answered it anyway.

"Hello?" Will asked in a clipped tone.

"Ah, yes. Mr. Darcy?" a female voice asked in a serious tone.

"This is he."

"Um…yes…I'm Headmistress Bridgette from Briggley's Young Ladies Academy." she began in a distantly polite tone, "I have a few concerns, involving your sister, Georgiana Darcy. I'm sorry to say, she's falling asleep in class, barely eating and prone too sudden angry outbursts." Bridgette paused, waiting for Will to respond.

"Do you have any idea, why she's acting like this?" Will asked in tone that betrayed his worry. He loved his sister, and would do what was best for her well-being, which is the reason he sent her away, and refused to let her return home.

"Mr. Darcy, I am inclined to believe it's connected with the fact that she hasn't been home in a year, and she is most likely longing to see her family, and so I sending her home until further notice." she concluded in a commanding tone.

"No." Will, breathed into the phone.

"Excuse me?"

"Um…I said, is it possible this is just a bout of teenage angst or rebellion?" Will, asked feeling more and more pressure, at the thought of his sister returning home.

"Mr. Darcy, this is far more, than any average bout of angst or rebellion, there is something emotionally wrong with Georgiana and it is having physical results, she resembles a zombie rather than a teenage girl."

"Okay," Will, said running his free hand through his hair and made a sudden decision. "Send her home immediately." he with finality.

"Thank you, she'll be extremely happy to hear she's coming home at last." Bridgette said in a satisfied tone.

"Yes, well, give her my regards and tell her I'll see her soon." Will, said weakly, as he thought about what he had been pressured into doing.

"I will, and she should be home in a month or so." Bridgette replied before adding, "Good day, Mr. Darcy." and then hung up the phone.

Will sighed as he placed the phone back into its cradle; this was going to be more than he could handle right now.

Between Lizzie and Georgiana, not to mention the eleven other girls downstairs, each girl thinking that they were the future Mrs. William Darcy, it was stressing Will out.

"Uh, drama, drama." he chanted under his breath, and that's when he came to the conclusion, to lessen this drama by some iota, he would finally show Lizzie what he was in true form.

--

Lizzie couldn't help, but feel someone was following her, every time she rounded a corner she could swear she saw a shadow other that hers, and as she walked Lizzie could aver she heard a second pair of footsteps.

It was very unnerving, but she was soon involved in another challenge of something so tedious it wasn't worth mentioning and soon forgot all about the mysterious stalker.

That evening right before Will picked a date, Lizzie was leaving her room to see Charlie standing in the hallway waiting for someone.

"Hey Charlie," Lizzie called.

He then looked up and gave her a smile before waving her over.

"Just the lady I was looking for." he said with his usual happy go lucky grin.

"Oh, really. How come?" Lizzie asked curiously wondering what reason Charlie had for looking for her.

"Will, he wants you to meet him on the third floor and an hour before dawn." Charlie informed her, with a strange look on his face that Lizzie couldn't quite describe.

"So, Mr. Informant, what time is 'An hour before dawn?'" she asked, "Because I don't normally get up before daylight."

"Hmm, good question," Charlie agreed thoughtfully, "I would say about five-thirty. Don't you think?" he asked, wanting her approval.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Lizzie said agreeably. "So, Charlie, what reason does Will have for asking me to come up so early?" she asked slightly teasing and slightly serious.

"You'll have to wait and see." Charlie said mysteriously and strode off.

Lizzie watched him, while internally seething; all the mysteries and secrets were becoming ridiculous maybe tomorrow morning could shed some possible light on the situation.

"I suppose I'll have to wait and see." Lizzie finally said aloud, as she made her descent downstairs.

--

Jane sat in her cousin's office, waiting to find out what her father had received in her uncle's will.

Amanda had turned out be an extremely pleasant companion, she was interesting and had taken to time to give Jane a tour of the house, while telling stories that had involved each room, Jane had ate it up.

"Ah, here we are." Amanda said coming with a folder full of paperwork, "I thought I lost the copy of my father's will and that would have been terrible of Me." she said looking at Jane with a sheepish face. "But the truth is I don't take much stock in money or possessions." Amanda admitted.

That statement surprised Jane, most wealthy people in her opinion, money and possessions were the only things in life that mattered, and to find a person that went against the stereotype was rare.

"Lass, are listening?" Amanda asked interrupting Jane's thoughts.

"Um, sorry I didn't catch that." Jane admitted to her utter embarrassment, "I was…uh, thinking."

"S alright, Lass, I tend to do the same thing every now and again." Amanda told Jane with a comforting smile. "But as I was saying, Jane dear, I really can't say I care much for property, and such. I have a family and a job, and I would rather be caring for them, than this old place, so I am giving you this house all the property. Lass, do what you wish with it, sell it, give it away I don't care much, but I have on request, if you do agree to take this place, keep it in the family-"

"I couldn't possibly, take this place from you." Jane interrupted worriedly, she didn't have the time or the money to keep this place up, she had job back in California that she loved, it could get tiresome, but she loved the job way too much to give it up for a house, no matter how beautiful.

"Jane, I can tell you're a bright girl and you'll treat this place decent, but as I said before if you do decided to sell it or give it away, make sure it's a family member." Amanda said with a deep look in her eyes.

That's when it his Jane she couldn't take this place because of her job, but she knew someone who could. "Lizzie." she breathed excitedly.

"Excuse, me, did you say something?" Amanda asked.

"Um…yes, my sister Lizzie, she can take this place. I can't because of my job, but my sister Lizzie she has no job to speak of, and tends to be more than a little free spirited, I'm sure she would love to keep this place up." Jane reasoned.

"Ah, Lass, that sounds like plan." Amanda said with a happy twinkle in her eyes. "So, you'll take it?"

"Of course, I accept, Amanda." Jane said barely containing her excitement.

"Good, now time to tell you what my father left you in his will or rather your father." Amanda said picking up a piece of paper from the large folder, and began to scan it with her eyes. "Ok, here it is, um Mr. Bennet, my great nephew, is to receive a sum of eight hundred thousand dollars, and is to set aside a sum of it for each of his daughters for when they come of age." she finished looking up to see a very shocked Jane.

"E-eight h-hundred t-thousand d-dollars." Jane stuttered, turning white. "And that's in American money?" she couldn't help, but ask.

"Yes, dear." Amanda responded slowly.

"Okay." Jane said nodding her head slowly. "I'd better go call my father." she said standing.

"You go do that." Amanda said amusedly as she watched the pretty girl walk away on shaky legs.

--

Lizzie felt extremely weird climbing out of bed at five-thirty and walking upstairs to see what Will wanted. So with the mysterious invite Lizzie's imagination had gone wild.

Her first theory was he finally decided he would be better off killing her, and would attack her the second she step foot on the third floor, the second was he had a burning passion for her, and would take her away to a deep forest where he would ravish her, and third and least interesting was he simply wanted to talk to her.

Lizzie's mind was so consumed with these thoughts she didn't realize she was on the third floor, until Will's voice began to speak.

"Hello, Elizabeth." he said in darker tone that usual, "I figured you would come. Your curiosity and all that."

"Thanks for informing me that I am so predictable." Lizzie said sarcastically, he wasn't the only one that could be in a bad mood. "So, what did you have to show me that's, so important that you would have me get out of bed before flipping dawn?" she asked.

Will looked at her a moment before replying, "You'll see if you would follow me." he said, giving her a long look before walking down the hallway to his room.

Will had a reason behind his long looks and darker tone, he figured after Lizzie saw him for what he really was, he would never ever have a chance at a relationship with her and that would fix any chance of him falling for her. Apparently didn't know Lizzie as well as he thought.

They walked into Will's room silently, Lizzie looked around turned red, as she thought about the night she had snuck up here and went through his room, and that reminded her of the black feather, she wondered how that came into play.

"Elizabeth, I must admit I haven't been completely truthful about my curse." Will said interrupting Lizzie thoughts. "So I am going to show you, what I really am and the reason I cannot come out in the daytime." he finished, not giving Lizzie a chance to speak as he walked over to his window, and stood there, as the sun's glow surrounded him, making him look like a dark angel.

Lizzie watched fascinated and horrified, as the sun lit up his eyes and hair, and then a transparent blue fire surrounded him. He screamed and clutched his hair as the blue fire continued to burn, Lizzie gasped and wanted to run over to him, but found herself rooted to the spot.

And then it was over just as it had began, Will stood up straight, his white fangs apparent now, his hair was longer and darker if that was even possible, his green eyes glowed like emeralds, but that wasn't what had grabbed Lizzie's attention.

Will, now had two large raven black wings on his back, and the tips of his arms were covered in glossy black feathers, but that still did not diminish his looks, in fact he was now more beautiful than ever before.

"Will?" Lizzie asked almost hesitantly, as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Who else would it be?" he asked sarcastically, in a deeper voice, hating the surprised almost scared look on her face. He was waiting for the moment she ran and never came, the moment he had been preparing himself for, when she would walk out of his life forever.

Lizzie's eyes never left his pale face, as she took a few hesitant steps toward him; she wanted to touch him, to see if he was real, not something her mind had not conjured up. Lizzie wanted to make sure this gorgeous creature in front of her was Will.

Will looked at her coming towards him in surprise wasn't she going to runaway, or scream? But she did neither, only came closer and closer until she was standing in front of him.

"Your gorgeous." she whispered, placing a warm hand on his cold marble face.

Will flinched from under her touch; the smell of vanilla was now more overpowering than ever, it made him, look into her smoky eyes, searching for fear, but found none. "You think I'm gorgeous?" he asked bitterly, "do you need your eyes checked?"

"No," Lizzie whispered, "Will, your truly a masterpiece. How did this happen?" she asked in a louder, more curious tone.

Will ignored her question and decided to see if he could scare, because some sick part of him wanted to see how much he could do before she would break.

So he reached out a long marble arm snaked it around her waist before jerking her close in one smooth motion, he then bared his fangs and brought his mouth close to her neck, waiting for her terrified screams, but they never came.

He found he couldn't even pretend to bite her, anything that would harm her, hurt Will, even the thought of snapping her neck and walking away from her forever, nearly made his heart stop.

And that's when he came to terms with the fact in his heart he had been burying and trying to hide, ever since he saw her climb out of the black cab, something that haunted him everyday when he was up here alone, something that had no other description, besides the fact that it was consuming fire, it burned a hole in his once cold heart, there was only one name for.

Love.

Well, as now read, you know what Will is, but the question is do you know how he became to be what he is? Hmm, I'll have to tell you so, let me know what you think, and thanks for all the wonderful reviews.