Broken Faith
Disclaimer: I own Henri, a pub, a ship, and a cottage. Notice how none of them appeared in the actual movie. That's because they're mine and I don't own the movie.
OC/E, J/E, W/E, N/E
Chapter 19: In pursuit of the Frenchman
Elizabeth sat in her chair, stunned. All of this was what Jack had told her, and she had ignored him. She had been so blinded by the idea of getting off the island, the idea of showing him up, that she had ignored the wolf in sheep's clothing that stood in front of her.
"Henri-" Elizabeth started weakly, looking up to where her fiancé had stood. He was gone. "Henri!" she cried, springing up. Groves looked up and saw that his pirate was gone.
"Soldiers! Out of this house now! The man known as Henri d'Alphonse is wanted for the murder of the Commodore four years ago. Find him now!" Groves looked around distracted. He left, darting through the front door and making a beeline for the harbor, afraid that, like so many times before, the Frenchman would slip through the unsuspecting lines.
Elizabeth sat for a moment, watching the soldiers leave her house as quickly as they had come. She let out the ghost of a giggle as she wondered what her father would think at the picture of mayhem her house had become. Picking herself up, she began to walk through the house slowly, surveying the damage. Though the garrison had only been there for about half and hour, there was still some damage. The dining room was basically intact, though there were several broken plates scattered about. The library only had minor damage, though someone had knocked over several of Will's swords, and some of them looked as though they had been taken off the wall. Elizabeth placed them carefully back onto their mantelpieces. As she glanced around, she found that one sword was still missing. Suddenly, she felt the cool steel pressed against her throat, along her jaw.
"Lisette." She turned slowly so that the steel didn't slip through her skin. Henri held the sword, its delicate point tracing the line of her jaw slowly from one side to the other. Elizabeth stood still, her head high, exposing her neck to the blade. She smiled a small, slightly seductive smile.
"Jack was right about you. You killed my husband, you killed my friend, you tried to kill my lover, and you'll kill me now, I'd wager." She tossed her head back. "Go ahead. I'll die with the knowledge that I was killed for nothing I did, but because the man who killed me wasn't a man at all."
Henri stepped toward her so fast that she didn't see him move. In an instant, he had one hand on her throat and the other still holding the sword, now aimed at her heart. "You let him touch you." He sneered "You let that filthy pirate touch you! You are no better then he, a filthy wench! Well, I have had my share of filthy wenches. I know what to do with them, how to break them." He let his hand slide down her front before sneaking it behind her and ripping at the stays of her dress. The haughty look melted off Elizabeth's face, and she struggled against him. He dropped the sword and grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her to look at him. Her eyes were full of fear, poorly masked by the haughtiness that she had always strived for. Henri laughed, a laugh that emanated from the back of his throat, taking on a maniacal quality. Suddenly, there was a loud crack: gunfire. Henri stopped mid-laugh, his face still twisted into a sneer, his eyes barely registering the fact that he had been shot. Elizabeth jumped back, and looked up to see Jack holding his pistol in front of him.
"Jack." She breathed. "Oh Jack." She ran forward, flinging herself into his arms. He held her, and this time, neither let go.