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Not So Nice

"I don't care; my parents were right; you are a proud bore." Meredith shook her head. "I think you yearn for pretty Charles, who has taken the country mouse you drool over. I have seen you. Indeed, I saw you since last year, Godmother told me what you did, and we followed." Meredith wasn't done, not even close.

"You should know, the two you want were very cozy, au natural, connubially joined. Oh yes, he was inside her, and I touched them. I must say, I would like to be invited to their bed. They were a sight to see. They left the candles burning, and light came thru the curtains; we were lucky. Two beautiful bodies, perfect everywhere, who wouldn't want them? Her bosom begged to be suckled; her slick quim does as well."

She laughed at his angry face. "You and Richard look like uncivilized savages. So you know, your aunt told me about the Darcy and Fitzwilliams legends, tearing enemies with bare hands and teeth. She warned me to be careful. It doesn't matter; you don't scare me. Honestly, I am thinking about the country mouse and my mouth waters."

The nasty Lord B. agreed. "True, my dear, she is a delectable morsel. Had I seen her first, she would be mine; Bingley wouldn't have stood a chance. She is wife material, for anyone; a perfect pearl hidden in the country side, a diamond of the 1st class, of the superior class, someone cleverly hid." He sighed, "One searches a lifetime for one like her; lucky Bingley to have children with her, what a joy to be had. She was hidden, all right. Regardless, what you did was pure crassness; if I were Charles, I would punish you. I might even kill you; nobody would be allowed to touch my wife so, never."

Meredith stood to slap the insolent man; she had wanted him for a long time before William, and he only flirted. The beautiful man laughed and moved to the side. "My dear, face it, you have shared the beds of two of our friends who aren't healthy. She makes all others look like cheap tinsel. I stand by my words. I hope that Charles punishes you; he should; I might even offer my help."

Meredith was in a rage; she wasn't diseased. She had French letters for her lovers. What a fool, choosing the chit over her. Though again, she would like to kiss the little mouse all over. It would be fun to take the mouse away for herself. Maybe she was tiring of men because she was melting thinking about the beauty, about her taste. "Maybe I want her for myself; I am melting thinking of licking her honey. I don't blame you for desiring the beautiful bodies, boring man." She wanted to hurt him.

"I might be a bore, but you, madam, you are offensive and a disgrace. Your insinuations are not worth considering." Darcy said. "You understand nothing." His anger was alive, her friends no longer laughed. Richard wanted to kill the woman. The cousins looked ready for battle, scaring those with Meredith. They both had changed, bulking up, they looked like angry demons, their wild hair was standing up; and it wasn't the opium. Their eyes were no longer human. Meredith was blinded by arrogance, closing her eyes.

Charles who had arrived seconds before, listened and growled. This was awful, he had told Lord B. that he could stay for a few more days. Just half an hour before Charles went to see his bride, Lord B. had asked for a week; he wanted to buy a neighboring estate.

Charles heard of something strange about him; he needed to remember who had said it. He wanted to slap Meredith, talking so vulgar about his bride. The man was right, though; he wanted to hurt Meredith; his Lizzie was shocked and not doing well. He needed to see Lizzie; he left her without saying anything.

More bad tidings

The sorrows kept coming; Mary came crying, "Mother is gone, but she took only a few things. She left a short letter saying she loved another since ever. What are we to do?"

"Since when did she leave?" Lizzie asked.

"Since yesterday afternoon." Mary cried.

Lizzie hugged her, she was crying herself.

Elizabeth called her magical father as soon as Mary left. He looked sad, "I told you that you might not like it. If I had said anything, the ones who dislike our kind might have listened and would have killed her. That would have broken my heart. They don't want my happiness because my elders wouldn't join them in their rebellion. She is with me, as it should had been; and she is happy. She would have died here, a disease was eating her inside and didn't have long to live, maybe days." He held Elizabeth, but she pulled away.

"My dear child, there is much you don't know. Just know she had a sad and difficult marriage. Maybe your father is now better; he will bounce back. Also know, he didn't like marriage; he is one of those beings who like women for occasional relief, but nothing more. Though he does love his children; especially you. You are the favorite child, ironic." He looked sadder when he saw her tears.

He sat, and Elizabeth sat next to him; he held her rubbing her back. Then he moved her to his lap. Elizabeth cried, sobbing. It wasn't what she had wanted. "Father, something bad happened to me earlier. I don't understand it. It was only a touch, but I feel sullied."

He hushed her, "I know, I know. I am sorry for not protecting you. Don't let her upset you; she did wrong, but don't think about it," he kissed her forehead and erased that part of the memory.

Charles came and saw her no-name father. Her father saw him and stayed with Lizzie on his lap, kissing her forehead. He made a sign to look around. Charles noticed that the walls were now lined with fierce-looking helmeted warriors, wearing tunics and high boots, pointing arrows at him. They seemed like giants, looking like angry angels. He could see their multicolored wings.

"Go," the man said. Next second the warriors were gone; Charles blinked; he must have imagined them. He exhaled, relieved.

"They were here; you didn't imagine them. They wait for my command." The man stared.

"What are you doing with my wife?" He had come thru his room and had locked the door. He had footmen watching after this morning, who told him Elizabeth was inside .

When Charles looked at the man's face, he grew afraid, this was not a man, he wasn't from this world. The man stood pulling Lizzie to him. He held her protectively. The winged man taller than that anyone Charles knew, wore an armor of sorts, made of a shiny metal, but thin like cloth, engraved and studded with gems, tall boots and half gloves.

The stranger had no color to his skin, but Charles could see shadows like the forest colors. His too large eyes, were pure lilac with glowing points. His long wild hair, in many shades of reds, not ginger, stood in wild disarray. He wore a odd half helmet, more like a gem studded wide diadem covering his forehead and ears, making his hair look messier. All and all, he was of an unworldly beauty, his smile revealed slightly pointed teeth. Bows and quivers, and a sword hung from his back. He wore bracelets like the helmet, and the same around his neck. All the clasps were either gold or another precious metal. He wore leggings inside tall boots with metal clasps. He was a warrior.

He was someone powerful. Even to his eyes, he could see a light glow around him.

"What do you think?" Her father asked.

Charles didn't know what to say.

"Do you trust your wife? Perhaps you don't deserve her." He sounded angry.

Charles blushed, "I do trust her."

"So why feel such distrust towards me?" The angry stranger asked; angrier because Lizzie was scared.

"There are others who want her; you don't know what happened her today. Now, I don't trust anyone," Charles confessed.

"I know what happened," he shook his head. Charles heard inside, 'she forgot how the female touched her, make sure nobody repeats it around her. She only remembers they came in the room.'

"I must go soon, but let's see if you are worthy; if not, you might lose her." He moved his hand over Elizabeth she looked like the warrior and much taller than the Lizzie he knew, maybe taller than him. The pins couldn't contain her hair; if it were unruly before, now it fell on wild disarray around her slender face. Her coloring was the man-thing's, her lips were colored the dark cherry of her nipples, her eyes were the man's lilac, almost colorless. She was narrower, more beautiful, he thought, inhumanly so. He never seen one like her, then she was Elizabeth, and he could see wings like her fathers folded in her back

"Your child?" Charles asked.

He nodded. "How do you feel?"

"Honored and in awe to have her." Charles looked like a young kid, his eyes bright with wonderment, his mind filled with ideas. He bowed respectfully.

"I must go, an undesirable wants to take her away. He is hiding well, so don't trust anyone. You might need your friend's help. Maybe you should confide on him. Don't discount anything; you might need his help. Whoever is here, won't be the last." Elizabeth changed back much to Charles's disappointment.

"Don't go," Elizabeth held on to him, "don't leave me. I am scared. Come and stay, bring my mother."

"If you wish to see her come with me, but you will stay; it would please me. He can come." He pointed at Charles

"Don't go, I will be lost, my life would be insufferable." Charles begged, "I cannot abandon my sisters."

Elizabeth knew she loved Charles, she couldn't neither leave him, nor her sisters.

"I cannot; you know why." Lizzie was crying.

"So be it," he placed something on Charles ," keep it with you. Remember, it can be what you wish. Trust no stranger."

Charles saw the something, a small knife, and he was gone.

They stood awkwardly. There was no time to say anything, they heard a knock.

It was Caroline with her husband. She ran to Lizzie to hug her; this was the new Caroline no many knew. Charles hardly recognized the sister from before, when Caroline wanted the Ton.

"So sorry about your mother." Caroline said. Elizabeth heldon to Caroline and cried.

"Jane is at your home. We have a request, please listen. Reggie is unable to father children, or it might be Louisa. They yearn for a child, if theirs come later, it would change nothing. Albert's sister was adopted, she was loved by his parents. They left her a sizable dowry. He has a cousin, the heir; he is adopted, the parents won't have more children, they make sure they don't, they say a child is a child. There is your sister's babe."

"I want to raise her as my own." Lizzie said.

"Reggie and Louisa want to adopt her. Louisa and Reggie often go to walk her. They get along well; they might love her already." Caroline pleaded.

Charles said, "It is up to Lizzie, but Jane might also wish the same. Lizzie's mother wanted Lizzie to raise her; it is on the letter. If she wants Lydia, I will be glad to adopt her. You should know that George Wickham is still out there. Though he never comes around; he is spending Lydia's dowry."

Lizzie's eyes flooded with tears. "It is true, my poor little sister, so young and trapped by the wastrel if you only knew of his infamy. So young and dead, it hurts so."

Her father, listening, felt guilty at his child suffering. But somethings couldn't be disclosed or many would be in danger. The things he did could be sanctioned when he had no direct tie to those he helped. Now he did but not then.

"Reggie is aware. As you can see he has changed a lot, he listened to my uncle. Reggie was reminded of the person he was, of our code of honor and our vows. He has been trained, with all of the cousins to take care of ourselves; we have for a long time." Albert wanted to say more, but he didn't. Since earlier that day he had noticed significant changes; Reggie did as well.

"Just look at Reggie and Louisa, they will love her and raise her well." Caroline tried again.

"I need to think. Jane might also want her. Please allow me sometime; meanwhile, I want the baby here." Lizzie held her hands.

"Fair, we will tell them. They will be able to visit with the baby and maybe it will be easier to decide. Reggie is wealthy, maybe no like you or Peter; but well off; now he has much more since the last investment." Caroline sighed.

They left the room. Lizzie looked ready to cry, sure that Charles was leaving her.

He sat on the bed, "Come here, my love."

Her eyes opened wide when he said, my love.

She went to him. "Sit as you please, " Charles grinned patting his lap.

She straddled him. She knew what she wanted.

"Ah, good girl, I couldn't believe your father allowed me to marry you. I am honored, he is a king, I am sure." Charles' eyes gleamed.

"You are not disgusted." Lizzie wanted to know.

"Why, either way you are beautiful, although, maybe just prettier the other way, my fairy princess. Can you be like that for me; it would please me." He grinned; he had been thinking about it since he saw the real Lizzie.

"I don't know how." Lizzie said.

Charles pondered, he wanted to make love to his fairy princess, "Maybe you can ask him. Please do so, it would really please me."

His lips caught hers. She felt his hardness under her. He was hungry for her and jealous as well.

"Hmm, I want you, so much. I need to know you are mine." He kissed her neck, breathing her in, she smelled like a field of flowers.

"Yes, I want to be with you as well; but everyone is up and around." Lizzie worried after the intrusion.

He moved her aside and went to lock the doors. "Now, nobody will come in; it won't happen again. My love, come here." He opened his arms.

A/N Meredith is a piece of work; unrepentant and nasty. I am not sure she will fade away.