A/N: So, would you guys like to see more of Darcy's POV or should we leave him alone?
Darcy POV
Darcy studiously ignored Ella sitting at the next table and she seemed perfectly happy with him doing so. He had a plan, he would go back to Pemberley and throw himself into his career. That would result in his forgetting Ella Bennet and her crazy family, but he still had a problem. That was the blossoming romance between Charles and Ella's gold-digging sister, Jane. He despised women like that and he knew that she was one of them. She never returned his full, open smiles, never responded to his rather clumsy flirting. Darcy worried for his friend, he was completely blind to the bad in people and let people take advantage of him far too often. Charles couldn't even pass a beggar in the street without giving him at least $50.
Darcy sighed, opening his newspaper fully in front of his face. He wouldn't look at Ella if his life depended on it... He wouldn't, he wouldn't.
He. Would. Not. Look. At. Her.
He looked at her.
And immediately regretted it.
She was pulling faces at him! Poking her tongue out and crossing her eyes, looking a bit retarded. Then she sat up again, frowning and swirling her cup of coffee around like it was a glass of champagne. Frowning, he turned back to his newspaper. She was mocking him! Then a tiny smile curled his lips, she was trying to catch his attention. It would fit with all the other times she had and she still denied it... It was too obvious.
Well, he wouldn't deny her. Darcy stood up, just as someone else entered the café, making Ella turn to see who it was. A surge of annoyance rushed through him at this interruption, until it was replaced by an icy fury when he saw who it was.
George Wickham strolled lazily into the café, giving his Ella his grossly sleazy smile. Darcy could have killed him when he saw Ella return the smile, he stared hard at George, until he finally looked at him. The reaction was instantaneous. George froze, paling to a greenish shade of white, which was rather hideous on Wickham's features. His mud-coloured eyes stared into Darcy's masterful eyes which were, at that moment, full of a righteous and almost... holy fury.
Darcy didn't speak, focusing on giving Wickham a heart-attack. George, his hand shaking, slowly raised it in greeting to Darcy, "D-D-D-" He swallowed, a raspy, gurgling sound emitting from his throat as his eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped to the ground. Ella, instead of rushing to Wickham's sids, sat there, looking mildly disgusted.
Darcy, feeling a sense of triumph, strode out of the café, ignoring the stares as he took out his phone and dialled his chauffeur's number.
A/N: So we're back to Ella :D
Ella's POV
Could the phrase '"De ja vue" just possibly fit this moment?
If I wasn't mistaken, this happened while we were staying at Charlie's villa... And had just happened again. I must admit, I had been shocked at Joe's arrival it was an amazing coincidence that we had randomly been in the exact same random place at the exac
The event was a great success and on the end we had over 200 bags and over 100 ladies attended the high tea. We raised over 16500 bds which we will be putting towards buying modern technology for the special needs units. these items can help children express themselves in different was and help them reach their full potential and comminicate with the world that sometimes seems so close to them,yet so far.
Darcy before. Okay, maybe he had been slightly, but fainting? I thought that fainting was restricted to teenage girls in the presence of Justin Bieber or people confronted with Lady Catherine or Her Royal Behindness. It was quite pathetic, actually. Okaaaaay, I'll admit it.
It was super-uber-pathetic.
He was only Darcy, for goodness' sake. Even if he did make me slightly wary of him with those... Um... Those, uh, eyes that look like they really want to kill something or, even worse, someone. Joe, probably. Then I thought of something, wasn't it weird that I also happened to be in the same café as Darcy? That had happened twice now as well... Weird.
I have a talent for bumping into people, it seems.
I finally got up to check if Joe was alright, purposefully not looking at Darcy as he walked out, slamming the door behind him. The hub-bub of conversation slowly returned and a few people glanced at Joe and I. A young couple came up to me, a notebook and pen in their hands, obviously wanting my autograph.
"Um, oh, wow. Urrgh. Um, okay. Ah, urm, hi..." Starstruck people are so funny. They're like zombies, arms straight in front of them, blank looks of bewilderment on their drooling faces as they urghed and arghed, fumbling for their suddenly elusive vocabulary.
Joe groaned in front of me, then suddenly puked on the girl's shoes. Great way to complete zombie look.
The girl screamed, kicking her feet, which, of course, made it a thousand times worse. Joe looked dazed, clutching his head, but I didn't care about him anymore. There was no way I would let anyone mess up my new Tokyo Doll dress. Even if it did look slightly worse for wear after I had climbed down the Dragon's Lair.
I slipped out of the café, easily pushing my way through the panicking crowd of people. The smell and feel of the fresh air made me actually grin, before I started walking aimlessly down the pavement, looking at my shoes and not wanting to face any more fans. Suddenly, a notebook skidded to a stop before my feet, open to a random page, full of scribbles. Picking it up, I examined it more closely, flicking through the pages to find a phone number or something, so I could return it. To my surprise, it was full of hand-written music, complex pieces with beautiful lyrics that only a top-quality musician could write. I started singing the melody softly, trying to capture the grace of the song, until a cough made my head snap up.
Darcy the Sociopath stood in front of me, one hand extended while he examined me with those eyes that always looked like they belonged to a stern headmaster.
A smokin' hawt headmaster.
ELIZABETH- NO, ELLA- BENNET. HE IS DARCY OF ALL PEOPLE, HE IS NOT HO-
My mind-rant was interrupted by my suddenly re-focusing on the situation, which had suddenly become very awkward.
Fixing a grossly offended look on my face, I barked a short laugh at his hand, "Ha, I will not hold your hand so nyehhhhh." I sneered at him before walking past him, looking back at the notebook. Darcy was one weeeeeiiiiird freak. He actually wanted me to hold his hand! What was that about?
A deep English voice made me stop again, "May I have my notebook back, please?" Darcy asked, shoving one hand into his blazer and still LOOKING AT ME. Oh. I felt myself blushing, of course he didn't want to hold my hand. THIS WAS DARCY, I yelled at myself- mentally, mentally yelled at myself, that is.
No way would he be getting this notebook back.
"What? This isn't your notebook! You can't prove it." I said, still flicking through the pages and trying to ignore my still-aching ankle. He walked towards me and tried to take the notebook from me. Unsuccessfully, of course. My eyes flicked up to his as I assumed my defiant pose. Narrowed eyes, chin jutted out, lips pursed. Defiant poses always worked.
"Elizabeth." Wait. How did he know that my full name was Elizabeth and not Ella? I had told him my name was Ella!
"You're not getting the notebook back until you can prove that it's yours." I said through gritted teeth, still staring him straight in the eyes.
He sighed and shut the notebook in my hands, his hands brushing against mine.
Smurfs.
It had the Darcy crest (yes, they even have a freakin' crest!) in gold all over the front. Great. Now I didn't have an excuse to keep it... I could always steal it? I shook my head, immediately dismissing the thought, he would probably hire assassin ninjas out to kill me.
I thought for a moment, still looking at him, "Please may I borrow this?" I cringed inwardly at having to be polite to Darcy of all people, "I like the music." Was all the explanation I could think of.
Darcy didn't show any emotion, his face remaining how it always did, discontented and somber, "You like the music?" He asked, slipping his Ray-Bans off. I assumed the question was rhetorical since I had just told him that I did. He looked at me full in the face, "And that's supposed to make me give another musician a whole album's worth of songs and let them have the fame and credit?"
Well. That wasn't quite what I had meant.
"Are you asking for another punch? Because, right now, I'd be delighted to give you one." I said, cocking my head and placing my hands on my hips. He didn't reply, only tried to take back the notebook again, trying to pull it from my hands. I wasn't about to give up without a fight. More of a fight, anyway. I gripped the notebook and held my stare, having a stare-off as well as a game of tug-of-war.
Then a devious look suddenly crossed his face and he took a step forwards, so that he was uncomfortably close to me. I tried to take a step back, but there was a fire hydrant behind me, plus Darcy was still pulling the notebook towards him, so there wasn't a way that I could escape easily. His breath tickled my ear as he leant in close, "Give me the book, Lizzy." I stopped. I hadn't been called Lizzy since I was in kindergarten.
I let go of the book.
"How do you know my full name's Elizabeth?" I asked, trying to regain some of my dignity and not let our close proximity phase me. He smirked, "You don't remember." It wasn't a question.
"Well, how's that an answer?!" I asked, exasperated, he had his notebook back, why couldn't he just move back a little? The next thing he did was so surprising that I just stood there.
Like a dumb idiot.
He leaned in, his cheek brushing against mine as he kissed my cheek, "That might help you remember."
A/N: Okay, so this chapter is pathetically short, but I'm on holiday in Barbados, so I'm a bit busier than usual, more interrupted, etc. Plus, we have to share a laptop between my whole family. Anyway, excuses over. PLEASE REVIEW :D Thank you soooooo much for the lovely reviews I received last update! So this is for you guys who reviewed ;D
