Hi everyone! I'm sorry this is taking so long but really I am finding that this is a bit of a harder story to write. I don't know why, but it just doesn't flow from my pen/fingers the way all my other stories have. Anyways, I'm glad people are liking this and I hope you'll forgive me for my pokiness.
Also, Georgiana is going to be a little OOC in this, but it just works better to have her more affectionate and I think she would have been a little more impulsive when she was younger.
Note: I have put my e-mail on my bio page, so if you want to e-mail me with suggestions or anything, go right ahead. I try to check it every day or so.
Um... I have a question: What's a beta? I may sound stupid, but I'm like seeing this word everywhere and I sorta want to know what it is. I think it's like a proofreader that someone e-mails their stories to, but I'm not sure. So if you have an answer, let me know in an e-mail or review! And if I'm right and someone wants to be my beta, I might consider having one. So if you want to be my beta, let me know!
Wow, that was long. On to the story now that I've bored you all to tears.
God damn it! he raged inwardly. What the hell is HE doing here!
Even as these words crossed his mind, his stride, which had halted, began again. His mouth opened to call his sister's name and his hand stretched out to grab hers so he could pull her away from the monster that dared touch her and defile her with his very presence.
But his progress, which before had gone unnoticed, was now seen and the girl had turned her head to view him more carefully. Suddenly, she pulled her hand from the grasp of the man next to her and ran towards the man striding determinedly across the rocks, an expression of delight suffusing her face.
"Fitzwilliam! Fitzwilliam! Brother!"
Her brother stopped his stride and opened his arms. Excitedly she rushed into them and gave her brother a hug.
"Hello, Georgiana," he whispered affectionately. "I take it you are glad to see me?"
"Oh, yes!" she cried, lifting her head so she could smile happily into his face. "But your letters said you wouldn't be able to be here for a few more days! I hope something is not wrong!"
"No, no," her brother assured her, "nothing is wrong." Except that you seem to be on incredibly friendly terms with that beast over there, nothing is wrong. But I shall allow you to tell me in your own time, he added silently in his head.
"So you finished your business early?"
"Yes, it wasn't as involved as I believed it would be."
"I am glad!" she cried again. "But I have so much to tell you, brother! And I have such good news! I am to be married to George here!"
At this, Fitzwilliam raised his eyebrow at the man who had been sidling closer, a slightly strained expression on his face. These words caused a slight flinch, which only a keen observer would have caught.
"Mr. Wickham," he said coldly, inclining his head slightly.
"Mr. Darcy," the other replied, voice sounding slightly strained, but a certain smoothness beginning to creep back into it.
"Married, Georgiana?" her brother asked again. "You are to be married to him?" None of the two people there could fail to note the slight stress he put on the word, especially the man who was still shifting uncomfortably nearby.
"Well..." she replied, frowning slightly. "We were going to elope first... but then we would have married! I am certain of it!" Having drawn this happy conclusion, she smiled up into her brother's face again. But her smile faded slightly as she noticed the stern expression on his face, so near to her own.
"Did he ask you to marry him?" Darcy asked quietly.
"Well... not exactly... no..." The girl faltered over the words.
Silence hung over the little group for a minute, each person absorbed in his or her own thoughts. With a slight sigh, Darcy broke the silence first.
"Georgiana," he said, "why don't you go and stay with Mrs. Younge for a time while I speak with Mr. Wickham here?" His voice was kind, but there was a steely undertone underneath that made clear he wasn't making a request. The girl nodded slightly, before walking towards the woman sitting on the bench further down the beach. Both of the men watched her go as she walked slowly towards her caretaker.
When he was certain she was out of earshot, Darcy turned back towards the man who had remained silent during most of the conversation.
"So. George." His voice was threatening as his green eyes became stony and hard. A hand clenched by his side as he took a step forward, causing the other man to step back. "Would you like to tell me exactly what mischief you have been doing this time?"
Oooooo! Darcy's maaaa-aad!
And now a word to my reviewers!
Kyra3: YAY! Thank you! Okay, it wasn't really soon, so I'm really sorry. Evil computer! Try hitting it.
Raven-Pet: Pretty safe bet. Thanks so much.
Grignard: Thanks. I'm glad I'm doing Darcy's viewpoint okay. Who doesn't love duels?
Teresa: Yes I'm back! Wow. I'm really honored that you feel that way. I hope this lives up to your expectations!
NightlyBlueDemons: Thanks. Glad you think I've captured Darcy's point of view.
Mrs. Martine Darcy: I'm happy you think it's a good beginning. See, I've always visualized Darcy with green eyes, so I think I'll stick with that. Sometimes, black eyes seem sorta soul-less and green can have so much more expression. I hope I haven't offended you or anything, but he's got green eyes in my dream world.
Liz: He hasn't done anything yet, so sorry! But Wickham's gonna get it!
Bobmcbobbob1: nice name. Who doesn't love a duel? Especially with a sexy guy like Darcy doing it. I love the way you called Wickham an it, by the way. Fits him perfectly. I'm so glad you like my style. Some people really hate it and I don't know why. I like kudos, so thank you very much.
Okay guys, now, you know you want to be cool like these lovely people, so review!
Hopefully, the story will start flowing more!