Chapter 5 Sacrifice and Friendship
A/N: Here you go. My first chapter without a POV. Completely neutral. It happened when Darcy finally won Elizabeth's heart. THEY FINALLY MET!!! WOOHOO!!! LOL.
Darcy felt overwhelmed by happiness. Young, rich, with a high position and engaged to the one he loved…what more could he ask for more? He turned to face his dearest love, Elizabeth.
"I love you darling." He said softly to his beloved fiancée. "You are the most beautiful woman ever." She blushed and looked as adorable as Venus herself.
"So do I my…"
Her words were interrupted by a gunshot which was heard somewhere in the mountain behind them. Two men ran, guns in their hands, as quick as a bolt of lightning. They raised their guns and were ready to shot.
"Good. This happened exactly when I become optimistic about life…and even better, I don't have a gun." He thought bitterly, and, we must admit, a bit frantically.
A dark-haired young girl, of about thirteen years old, jumped in front of Darcy. She had a revolver in her hand and was, too, ready to shot.
"Don't even think about it." She said threateningly.
"Miss," Darcy said, ashamed about being helped by a girl who, in his mind, was weaker than he was.
"It's all right man."
One of the men shot. The shot began. Darcy heard nothing but gunshots for quite a long time. And then-
The girl gasped in pain and put her right arm over her stomach. Darcy ran towards her and putted his arm around her shoulders. She turned her head and smiled at the man she just saved.
"Miss, are you all right?" Darcy asked, feeling guilty and grateful in the same time.
"I am-as long as you really are Fitzwilliam Darcy."
"My name is indeed Fitzwilliam Darcy, at your service, Miss."
"My name is Nancy Li. (A/N: AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!)."
"Nancy? Is that you?" Darcy asked softly.
"Yes." Was Nancy's reply. Not being able to bear the pain that was getting more and more serious, she fainted with a smile on her face.
Darcy scooped her into his arms and took her into the guestroom in the Loungbourn household. Elizabeth followed him, looking anxiously at the girl.
"Do you think she'll be all right?" Elizabeth asked him
"She most certainly will be.' Darcy replied, trying to sound reassured. At least I hope so, he thought.
He opened her clenched fist and saw a small piece of paper. He opened it, read it and widened his eyes: the exact first imaginary conversation between them. He folded it again.
"It's her." He whispered.
That's how a lasting and beautiful friendship began between the Master of Pemberly and an ordinary middle-classed girl, grown gradually into a heroine: by a sacrifice.