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Pemberley 1812

Still kneeling, Lizzie helped William to get her gown off since she couldn't wait to be naked in his arms. Her sex ached with only a kiss and wanted him. William was more than her husband; besides, it felt right. His hands ran up and down her back, his body pressing against hers, while she was doing the same.

Her skin was as soft as silk, and she smelled so good. He remembered shaking her hand by a pool, not a Roman bath. The memory wasn't hazy; he also remembered a secret room in Pemberley. Later, he had no time to think. No,William was no longer thinking. He moved his hand from her shoulders down Lizzie's back, learning her body. He knew that her body felt somewhat different; it was soft yet firm. His tongue caressed hers, and she did the same. They bit and licked a never-ending kiss. He noticed her kisses were experienced and reasoned she probably learned from George when she was with him. He didn't care because Lizzie was now his; as it should be. "I love you, my Lizzie, my love," William whispered between kisses.

His hand moved around her body. He wanted his lips on her. He wanted to taste her desire, something he had never tried to do before. Now, he wanted to learn her body with his mouth, everywhere. He had wanted it since he saw her with George. For once, he wished he was like George. His father had said it; the Wickham men knew how to please a lady. He had said that bitterly, but he was probably right.

Like the time at Charlotte, they failed to see how the room was changing. The room was filling with perfumed smoke; the shape of a door appeared in the middle of the room. Distant chants in a foreign language could be heard, but not by them. For a second Lizzie looked around; it looked as if it was smoky; she thought someone was calling her, maybe her father and sisters, it sounded like Jane, asking where she was at? No, she was imagining, so, she closed her eyes.

Biscuit was, happily, banging his tail, looking away from them, guarding the door.

When Lizzie's hand went inside his trousers, William's breath hitched. "Yes, my love, touch me. Put your hand over it." He trembled when she caressed his flat stomach, but not where he wanted it. His hand moved down, between her legs, his fingers reaching till he touched her sex. He moaned, feeling she wanted him, "Love, you want me, you do! My love." He exclaimed between shuddered breaths.

"But only kissing, too soon." He caressed her face, his eyes half-closed. Albeit he wasn't sure, she had been pregnant, not this Lizzie. He was confused.

Lizzie thought he meant she was still not well, wasn't she? With one hand, she untied the cord holding his trousers, no elastic. Good, now it was easier to touch him, she thought caressing his his back. "My Lizzie, my love." He moved, lay on the bed, and pulled her over him, his trousers down his legs. She moved down, kissing his chest, feeling his aroused sex under her. She wanted him, and didn't want to wait, feeling his hot sex He guessed what she was going to try, already straddling him.

"No, I want to kiss you, not this. It is too soon." In one move, he picked her up and moved next to her, his mouth on her neck while he traced her body. He bent to kiss her right above her breasts. Her breasts were smaller, somewhat different, but it was his Lizzie. "Lizzie, my Lizzie, my Lizzie." he kept repeating.

"I want to do the same." Lizzie was talking when something hit the window, shattering the glass.

Mr. Bennet was with Richard, Georgiana, Mariah, and his daughters when they heard a loud boom. They ran upstairs and met Mrs. Reynolds and one of her nephews, carrying guns. They heard Lizzie screaming. Georgiana and Richard were ahead in no time.

The Beginning

Over 1,000 years before-

Those called gods by humans liked the northlands. They enjoyed the snow and cold weather since8 they came from, there wasn't any. They liked the looks of the northern people, a little like theirs. They were fond of games and thrived on conflict for entertainment, so they favored the ones later known as the Vikings. But only the adults were allowed to use their entrances into the human world. Traveling was dangerous and complicated. There were many rules, and you had to leave part of you behind.

They were nearly immortal, with powers humans called magic and could move thru the human's relative time. They didn't have many children, treasuring the ones they had. There might have been hatred and animosities amongst them, but only a few would dare to hurt their young ones. Those that did had to be ready to face the consequences.

The bitter one decided to make some suffer; they would when they lost their precious offspring. The embittered believed the elders would never find who was behind the tragic mishap. Logically, who could be blamed for the actions of the young ones? Didn't the young have a mind of their own? Indeed, all that was needed was to teach them forbidden things and point them in the right direction; well knowing young ones are curious and disobedient, and they would do the rest. The one touched by darkness knew what to do; thus, the unsuspecting friends, young and adventurous fell in the trap set for them.

The envious and bitter one thought it would be enjoyable to see their elders crying when they found out their babies were forever lost.

2022

The Bennet, Lady Catherine, Mariah, Richard, and Georgiana were getting tired after reading the thick manuscripts. "We need a short break. By the way, I never asked, where did your family come from? I was unable to locate meaningful information about you. You inherited this place; I know that much." Lady Catherine asked Thomas Bennet, looking at him with great interest. He was a handsome man, above average, very easy on the eye. She had a few theories.

"My parents died in an accident when I was a baby. A guardian, my parents' elder solicitor, raised me. He died days before I married Fanny. I spent my life in boarding schools until I met my wife during my gap year when I came to see Longbourn. You see, my parents deeded me Longbourn and other properties abroad; my mother was from Norway, but I could not find her family when I looked. Who knows, now I think, hmm, maybe, never mind. I don't have any close relatives, only a second cousin, a telly Evangelist who lives across the pond; he is rather famous. He was here last year, and Lizzie, err, never mind." He saw Lady Catherine raising her hand.

Lady Catherine had not missed his hesitations. "You mean the Reverend Collins? I knew him, he worked for me, fascinating. Yes, I thought so."

"Yes, you are right, Collins. So, all you see here was in the house when we came. Lizzie and I liked looking thru all the artifacts, scrolls, books, manuscripts, and so on. Many of them are written in runes; we have all learned to read runes. Wait, Jane, please bring the family albums." Thomas explained, wondering about the coincidence with Collins.

Richard stood up, "I will help." He followed Jane, admiring her. Now, he understood William. He told him how he knew Elizabeth was for him when he saw her. He was thinking the same; he wanted Jane badly. He hoped she didn't have anyone else.

Jane had noticed him, but her mind wasn't into anyone; all she wanted was her sister back. When they went by Lydia, Richard grinned. "A younger sister, I see; what is your name? I am Richard Fitzwilliams," he stretched his hand to greet her.

Jane pursed her lips, "She is Lydia. She is the," Jane stopped in mid sentence, no reason to let him know what was going on.

"Lydia? Yes, I read about your namesake. She married a neighbor after, never mind. It is not important. Maybe we will need her as well." Richard didn't want to mention a name in this home. He had seen George parked outside and knew George wasn't welcome. Richard guessed Elizabeth found out about George's sordid life, just like William predicted. He had never liked George; although he was intelligent and capable, he was weak and careless. He was successful and charming; too bad he used his looks and charm to get his way. He was like his father, just like him.

Jane pressed her lips together but changed her mind when they heard a loud noise. Something large crashed against a glass door. Fanny Bennet ran towards it and screamed.

From his car, George saw what seemed to be a boulder, appearing in front of him from nowhere, as if propelled from a cannon, and hit a terrace door. He knew that was the large room where the small bar was located. Luckily, it was too early for the bar. Besides, there were no guest cars; hence the guests were probably sightseeing, or they hadn't arrived yet. But he worried about the family. "What is that?" He saw a large, menacing shadow right behind the boulder, or maybe two. The first looked like a giant being. He started his car but first called the constables, but didn't know his call had been intercepted. When he drove by the open gate, his vehicle hit a wall, a wall he couldn't see.

He was afraid; maybe it was related to his awful fight with William. William told him to change; he repeated more or less the same thing a couple of times, "You must change for your own sake; something is wrong with you and women. Seek help. You must. But, you are already too late because I cannot stand what you do to Elizabeth. When I am back, I will tell Elizabeth you are not for her. She will be my wife; I have loved her since I saw her with you. I have warned you twice, and you even tried to seduce my sister. The little girl at our home, your foster sister. You crossed a line; that is it…."

Someone heard their argument, though he should have kept his mouth shut later. But when William told him Lizzie would be his, it made him angry. What had he done? I miss you so very much. William, Lizzie, come back, don't leave me, forgive me. I am always messing up, please don't leave me. George thought, tears clouding his vision.

George's head hurt. Why did he remember a place that looked like this but different? He touched his head and found it wet with blood; why was it bleeding? What happened? He needed help, so he pressed his car's emergency button before all went black, making someone sneer, satisfied. This wasn't good, thought someone else.

Pemberley 1812

Richard was the first in the room. The room smelled of blood. There were black feathers everywhere. Biscuit's muzzle was bloody. He was over the bed, snarling. William Darcy lay on the bed undressed. Same as Lizzie. "Everyone stay out," Richard called.

Lizzie put the gown back on. Richard ran to William and covered him. "What happened?"

"A giant bird, a raven-like, came in after a boulder," she pointed, "came thru the window. It must have hit William. Oh, no, let me check." She sat on the bed to examine him," No, the head is okay; it probably knocked him out. Where is my bag?" She asked, not thinking.

Mrs. Reynolds answered, "I know where, but everyone should leave."

"Biscuit fought it. Not sure. Maybe it flew out." Lizzie didn't want to tell them the truth, not a bird, a terrifying creature. Biscuit wasn't a dog, now she knew. The thing went for Lizzie, and Biscuit grabbed the neck. Blood flew all over the place, and whatever vanished.

"I will stay," Richard ascertained.

Lizzie shrugged her shoulders. Mrs. Reynolds was leaving when William opened his eyes. "What was that?" He sounded different, Richard noticed.

Lizzie looked at him, touching his face, a light caress, her father saw it "Are you hurt?"

"No, I am not. I am sore, but otherwise okay." William noticed Biscuit sitting by him, and licking him. William liked that, and patted the pooch's head.

"No need to bring anything," Lizzie told Mrs. Reynolds, who looked relieved,

Mr. Bennet and the others came in. Georgina ran to hug her. "Are you well? What happened here?" Georgiana was cold and shaking, "I am not going to leave this room again. Something is wrong, and I feel someone wants to hurt you."

"We need to move you out of this room." Mr. Bennet said, looking worried.

"Of course, we will go to my room, right now. I will carry her," William went to pick Lizzie up, but she stood up. Lizzie's father noticed this Lizzie was a bit taller. He shrugged his shoulders. She was his daughter. He was certain but couldn't explain it; besides, this Lizzie had the unique hair color, he had only seen once before. He hoped his mother would soon be there.

"I can walk, just let me hold your arm." Lizzie looked at William with longing. She liked this William, maybe more than like. George was George, all looks and charm. But William was perfect, so tall, with his rebel Auburn hair, and eyes of the color of a stormy sea. She thought he was descendent from the Vikings, he looked like one. She smiled at her silliness.

2022 Longbourn

It was chaos; Fanny was on the floor, the glass door had shattered in pieces by the boulder, that was by the broken glass. The floor was covered with blood and dark feathers. Jane ran to her mother, and Richard bent to pick up what looked to be a bloody arrow and put it away. Fanny had fainted, and although she wasn't injured, she was in shock. She couldn't say what had happened.

Richard looked outside and saw George's car crashed on the driveway. He raised his pullover and pulled out an odd-looking handgun. By the time he went out, the Bennet family was there.

"Something is happening with your daughter and my boy. They are alive somewhere, it is hopeful; but we need to do more. That is the reason we are under attack. Where is Richard?" Lady Catherine asked.

"He ran outside; he said something happened to George." Jane didn't like George, blaming him for Lizzie. And the same went for Lydia, who was basically a good girl, but her mother had spoiled her rotten. Her mother let Lydia and Kitty hang around the small bar, saying she had been a bit like Lydia until she settled down. Jane was barely talking to her mother, knowing her mother, and what she did when she drank too much. She hoped her father didn't find out. Or maybe he should; it wasn't right. As far as she was concerned her mother never settled down. She missed Lizzie, her confidant, her best friend; Jane missed her leveled advice. Her eyes filled with tears, she dried with the back of her hand. "Lizzie where are you?" She whispered.

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