The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
A/N I am finally beginning to feel better. I will be publishing my stories officially. I am working on getting the site going. However, I am not sure if I will be able to continue to write for free because my medical bills are horrendous. For us Americans our medical insurances are not optimal. I do I like to let people to read for free but I need to see what the future might bring. The second parts, plus new fiction coming up, for those who like romance and fantasy.
I wanted to give a finish to all the stories and not leave them hanging. of course this one has a lot of questions to be answered, along with my other stories you will get to read them
A pause.
Lizzie's father's people, sent to guard her, appeared in the room, followed by her father. "What happened?" He asked, seeing Charles beating the wall.
"Lizzie is there," Charles started to explain.
"Come, I know," her father said, holding Charles's hand, they went into the wall, followed by his people.
Charles felt sick thinking someone had taken Lizzie away. They heard a blood-chilling growl; at once, the passage was lit, which was good since he couldn't see. He saw Lizzie standing next to a giant wolf-like creature whose fur looked a little like Rosie's. On the floor, between the walls, someone lay, wearing a cloak obscuring the face. The wolf's paw was over the person, keeping it still.
"Lizzie, you are well, thank goodness!" Charles started walking towards her, but her father stopped him.
"Let's pick up whoever is on the ground first. We need to make sure he or she doesn't escape." He pointed his hands, encasing the person inside a glowing net.
Lizzie's father moved by the one on the floor. He lowered the cloak with a hand movement, revealing a person with no face. "Ah, playing games, I won't touch you because I won't take chances." He turned to look at his people, "Take him away; you know where. Sooner or later, the one here will need to eat. If we touch his face, we could be poisoned."
"Let the wolf kill him." Lizzie proposed.
The wolf agreed, a short growl. "No, we must find out who this person is."
Two guards turned into warriors, and Charles sighed. How he wish to be one like them. They disappeared with the one in the net, but they never touched him.
Charles laughed when the wolf turned into Rosie and jumped into Lizzie's father's arms, trying to lick him. With their help, he went back into the room. When Lizzie explained why she jumped into the wall, something she didn't know she could do, her father begged her not to do this again. He held her and told her he would die if something happened to her. Charles nodded, agreeing.
"What about our people; you are their hope if something to you, any other children cannot inherit the gifts." He held her, "Promise." Lizzie didn't.
He looked at Charles, "You wish to be more like us? I could do something, though you won't be exactly like us. This way, you can protect her better. And my dear, never do what you did again; things could have gone differently."
"Before you go, my father here is very sad and taking chances. Tell me what to do." Lizzie asked.
"I will think about it; now I must go." He kissed Lizzie and went away. Charles sighed in awe. Lizzie's father was indescribable.
Seconds later, they heard Darcy, "You are a fairy; I saw you going into the wall. I also saw him, the Fairy King, going into the wall with Charles. I knew it, my wood fairy." He grinned, closing his eyes; Lizzie and Charles smiled with him.
Rosie snickered softly; the nice man was clever. Too bad she had fallen asleep before since she could see what others couldn't; but she had been tired. Rosie looked at the window and saw a few birds looking inside. They weren't birds; they were like the warrior from before. They were watching, knowing a dark being wanted to harm one of theirs, the one on the bed. It wouldn't happen. There were too few of them. Now, they found a few more, and they would protect them. Rosie barked, greeting them. She liked them. They flapped their wings, also greeting.
Lizzie went to talk to Lucas's daughter. Her name was difficult to pronounce, so they decided her name was Iris for now. Iris told Lizzie she had never found one she liked in her long life, but Mr. Bennet was special. They were allowed to marry mortals and could grant them long lives. Time would tell, but she liked the idea. Lizzie wasn't so sure. What would happen to her mother? It seemed complicated, but best leave it alone. At least her Bennet father felt at ease.
Georgiana's Tale
It wasn't until later when Richard was back with Lucas and the others, but Berger wasn't with them. He had gone to check on Meredith. Richard was holding Georgiana, who ran to her Aunt's arms. Georgie was covered with blood and probably gore. She held on to her Aunt Catherine, who hugged her, not caring what happened to her fancy dress. She felt relieved Georgie was safe. Lady Catherine wished she could transform to get rid of Meredith, her goddaughter
Georgiana related what happened. "When we were on the road, several men on horseback stopped the carriage. First, they said Meredith had sent for me; but I refused to go. Something told me it was a bad idea. They said I had to and opened the carriage. I fought them to no avail. They left my lady's maid, the footman, and coachman tied in the carriage. They couldn't fight. There were too many of them." Georgiana stopped, looking weary.
"What happened next was awful. As they were taking me away, Richard came with someone else. There was a fight, I am not so sure what happened, but I fought them too. I did something awful. Some more help arrived, and finally, the fight was over. I will tell you later; my dress is ruined." Georgiana broke into sobs, looking at her bloodied dress, her hands caked with dried blood. Her hair was a mess, but the men who came to rescue her, and those that came to greet them, all thought Georgiana was beautiful. Particularly Tobias Hurst, who thought she looked like a warrior.
"Don't cry, my dear girl; we have much to tell you." Aunt Catherine told her. "It is getting late. You need to rest. Nothing you did is awful; I am glad you are safe and here. Let's take you to your room; then, we will see William; Wickham injured him. The wretch nearly killed him. I am grateful you resisted them; you were right to do so."
Georgiana couldn't stop crying. "But I did something terrible. I am a monster; I am." She walked away with her aunt, sobbing.
Richard met with Charles. "I am sorry Georgie is upset. We, Lucas and I, saw Georgiana turn into an Amazon; it was grand. She killed a man taking her by force; if she hadn't done it, I would have killed him. They had help I could not see; too bad we arrived a little late. She looked like the ones in the stories we were told, though I don't know why I didn't turn into whatever. I wish I had." He twisted his lips and clicked his tongue, disappointed.
He continued, "Most of the men escaped; there were too many. We didn't want to take prisoners, but I can tell you Lucas said they worked for William's rotten wife. Berger agreed; he is unhappy he hadn't seen what Meredith is."
"She looks like a beautiful woman. Maybe she easily deceives others." Charles remarked.
"I agree. Moreover, Berger said two of the men are not from around these parts; he called them Stragglers. He wants to destroy Meredith; he says the real Meredith is probably dead. Either that, or whoever is Meredith is powerful, and, if so, he would need assistance. He said he found out her parents believed in the dark arts when they were younger, a fad. It didn't last long, but they are afraid they might have attracted something bad. Unreal, but he helped a lot." Richard shook his head.
"We need Berger; we had an incident," Charles told him what happened. Richard agreed they needed to check everyone to see who was spying.
Richard added, "I am glad that Berger didn't see Georgiana in action; he came a couple of minutes later. A glorious sight she was." Richard was thoughtful. His aunt had offered to come and stay with her; he would be the sole inheritor. If he did, he was done with the Army. He would have an income of 5,000 a year; he liked that, but he wanted to be whatever he was. Once in a while, he would place his hands over both sides of his chest and smile.
"Poor Georgiana, her life has been troubled. Tobias Hurst is 25 and already an Earl; Albert says he has shown interest in Georgiana. However, she hasn't had a debut, thanks to Meredith. She made her life miserable behind William's back. We shall see; I will make sure she is presented if something happens to William. I am still not well; I am exhausted. I am going to eat in my room, but first let me see William." Richard started to walk to William's room.
Wickham
He prayed all day long. He wanted forgiveness, but knew that was a long shot. He remembered all the girls he had used and wished he had listened to his father. He had been a fool; George Darcy had treated him more than well. For years, he had fine clothes, an allowance, and went to Eaton and Cambridge. He was left with 1,200 a year, the Vicar's house and the land around, along with a small carriage.
He had a house and more and forfeited it all. His mother planted the seed of discontent; she told him he was a Darcy, but his father laughed. He was his father's son, George Darcy married before he did and only loved his wife. Wickham knew what his mother had done, and he knew where she was.
George also knew who killed little Lydia; he would turn him in. If he were to die, he wanted to repent. During the day he tried to find a way out without luck; he was trapped like the sewer rat he had been.
Revelations
Lizzie's father could see how Bennet suffered; so he decided to let him know a secret. Not him, he wouldn't be the one telling Bennet, he wanted someone to visit him.
Thomas Bennet was readying for dinner, thinking about the new when a soft hand touched his shoulder. "Father, is me."
He thought he was dreaming; he wasn't. Lydia stood there. She dressed in strange clothing. "I am alive, but I can only see you for a couple of minutes. Someone who loves us took me, and left a body on my place. One day you will see me again; I love you, be happy; always remember my innocent daughter. Love someone, open your heart."
Her father held her. She wasn't a ghost, she was warm, flesh and blood. "May I tell your sisters?"
She looked sad, "Yes, but they won't be able to tell anyone or talk about it. Let my baby have parents. I must go now. Please don't hate anyone not even George; George was lost. You must always remember that hating calls bad things to you." She kissed his cheek and put something on his hand. "No more hurting, I love you." With those words she just vanished.
Thomas Bennet opened his hand; he held a locket with a small painting of Lydia, and a lace handkerchief he bought her days before she ran away. The painting looked exactly as she looked now, a little older, with her hair down her back. His heart stopped hurting so much. He still missed Fanny, but he had lost her long before; now he liked the lady he just met; yes, maybe, he should open his heart.
He went to tell Lizzie, not knowing that he no longer looked hunted.
Lizzie was walking to get dinner sent to the room, Georgiana was sitting with William. Georgiana had kissed her brother more than once. Rosie sat on Georgiana's lap; Rosie could make people feel better.
Lizzie smiled thinking about William Darcy. To think such a handsome man loved her, did strange things to her. Strangely, Charles wasn't adverse to her feelings. In any case, she was glad that she could be with Charles in their room tonight. She must be a wanton; she couldn't wait to be with him again. Too bad they couldn't stay in their room for a few days.
When she saw his father she noticed his serene face; he was smiling. Her father walked to her and hugged her. He whispered, "Our Lydia is not dead." He repeated what she said and showed her the locket. Lizzie not only believed it was true but also knew who had done it. She would ask her other father why he had kept it a secret
Both walked smiling, "I think all will be all right," her father said. "After we eat, let's tell your sisters. I won't seek George; he was a fool. Let life take care of him. My daughter said not to do any killings. You don't mind if I stay a little longer here, do you? The house is too lonely." Mr. Bennet asked.
"It would make me really happy!" Lizzie answered, stopping to kiss his cheek.
Lizzie's heart felt lighter; she had it all. She had two fathers, a loving husband, and a future of possibilities, maybe with others. Yes, there were many things to resolve. She heard yapping; it was Rosie. "There you are miss wolf, such a pretty and good girl." She bent to pick up Rosie and kiss her.
Lizzie's father smiled, "I used to think you were a magical child left for us. I did since the first moment I saw you. Your skin was perfect, there was a light around you. I never told you, once in a while your face would change a little, since the day you were born; your eyes were the color of a violet. You fell from a tall bed nothing happened. I didn't tell anyone, you flew, I saw it." He smiled, remembering.
"My Lizzie, maybe something happen to the baby, and the fairies gave us our precious Lizzie. The midwife said she thought she had fainted and when she awoke, she sat on a chair, not remembering when the baby was born. I still think the same, you are a gift, I know fairies exist, I saw once their King, he hid in top of a tree, looking at you when you were little. Minutes later a young wolf came next to you." He patted Lizzie's arm, reassuringly.
"I am not imagining; I saw it. The same at your wedding, there were many others there. I saw them. I have always seen others don't. When I was little I told my father; he was angry and wouldn't let my grandmother, my mama's mother come to visit. He said she filled my head with lies. My mama died when I was born. I was the youngest son." He had never shared this with anyone.
"It doesn't matter, you are my beloved child, my magical fairy, my precious gift. I wouldn't be surprised if your mother was taken by them like they took my Lydia; I hope so. I would like to believe it. I think when they brought you, they marked your mother. No wonder, she was the prettiest woman I ever saw. I believe she was dying, and they saved her, like they saved Lydia. Indeed, you are my magical child." He kissed her hand
Lizzie chuckled; her father was almost right. She wondered why he had seen the others at here wedding. "I think it could be true. It is all the same. I like to see you smiling. There is much we don't know. I love you, that is all that matters." Life was grand; Rosie barked, agreeing. Charles walking behind, grinned. Yes, Lizzie was his fairy.
End of part I
