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Mr. Darcy and Winds of Change

William, angry and concerned, returned to see Richard, "Richard, Lydia's babies' nurse, is nasty and spiteful. I couldn't believe my eyes when the nasty woman spanked the sweet baby girl for greeting me. She hit her very hard, then again for crying. Poor dear, it was awful, and there was nothing I could do, though I tried. Someone needs to go and get the babies, now. Make sure she is gone today; the nasty woman doesn't have the right to touch a Darcy baby, not now, not ever. Yes, George was my father's half-brother; I know it." He sat by Lizzie again, guilt creeping up.

Richard nodded and didn't answer after noticing Jane was looking funny. He was afraid she had heard William. She had; Jane was sure William told Richard the nurse had slapped her little niece. No, that wouldn't do. Jane stood up, "I am looking for Lydia; I will be back," and left running.

Jane thought she had seen William in the room when she ran out. Though a little scared, Jane was happy he was watching over them; Jane was equally glad that George was also there. After all, she believed they needed protection with so much going on. Meanwhile, she was trying to figure out why she could see and hear ghosts, perhaps there was something different about Pemberley.

Pemberley and the Fitzwilliam Family

Jane was correct, there was something in Pemberley. The Druids had a sacrificial altar on the grounds where Pemberley was built. Many vile dark crimes had been perpetrated by the Druids, who called the human sacrifice their offers to their blood thristy 'gods.' Perhaps, they wanted to either appease angry gods, or hoped to call dark entities, seeking favors and power; the bodies were buried in the altar's vicinity as part of the macabre, wicked ritual. Regardless, the spilled blood of captives soaked the grounds. Thus, whatever had happened there, both strengthened ghostly presences, and had a negative impact on many of those living in Pemberley. Some believed the dark magic had left an open portal to unseen realities.

Old tales talked about a curse cast upon the Darcy family. Many believed the Darcy were unlucky in love but also had a gift to make them wealthy, and they could often see the unseen. Mrs. Reynolds had heard the old tales and also heard that the power of love and true repentance could end the curse, but who knew?

There were also stories about the Fitzwilliam, who had Viking and Druid ancestors. In previous centuries, a couple of the Fitzwilliam had been accused of witchcraft, specifically of Necromancy. True or not, not many Fitzwilliam died in battle; moreover, most of them had perfect night vision, could sense danger, and often could see and talk to the dead. There were other indications, confirming they were different.

William was a Darcy and a Fitzwilliam, and his father's mother was also a Fitzwilliam. So, the night of the tragedy, he woke up sensing George in the library. William was right and George was in the library. Furthermore, many powerful ghostly sightings, similar heartaches, early deaths, and tragedies were recorded in Pemberley's annals.

Jane and Destiny

When Jane ran to the nursery, she stepped onto Bartlett Fitzwilliam's path and started to fall, he held her, steadying her; however, he felt different, burning with desire, something he had never felt for his wife. He was hard, wishing to lay with her. Her warm, lithe, soft body against his hard body made him wish for more. He felt displaced in time, almost forgetting where he was or who she was.

He was a fool, and he knew it. He was engaged when Lord Bennet got his title, but he had already seen the Bennet sisters and thought they were not good enough for him. William and he were two proud fools, this confirmed what he already knew. His father asked him if he liked any of his friend's beauties, and he said not.

Lord Bartlett Fitzwilliam remembered the day before. On their way to Pemberley, his father told him, "A Fitzwilliam only loves once. I hope you never met the one for you because you will be miserable for the rest of your life. Don't smile; you will be like your aunt Catherine or like my sister Anne, who married the wrong Darcy. A few days before she died, Annie said, "Dear, I am glad to go to my love; he waits for me, he told me." Her love had died the year before."

His father had also told him to see what happened to his sisters, William, Richard, and himself, "Son, I loved your mother since the first moment I saw her. She was the new Vicar's daughter and had not been presented. Besides, she was not part of the London Ton, and I didn't care. Her father was a third son, but it mattered none. Her uncle, who made Richard his heir, gave her a dowry, but I would have married her anyway. I was happy I could choose my spouse, not like my sisters forced, by my cruel and proud father, to marry his choice instead of the men they loved. My father had died several months before I saw your mother, freeing me to make my own choice. I saw him, his angry ghost, before my wedding, telling me I was a fool. Ask your grandmother if I am lying; she also saw him; now, you must stop smiling. I am not sure why, but I think your life is about to change."

Bartlett remembered he had laughed, adding that was nonsense. No, it wasn't nonsense because Bartlett wanted to keep Mrs. Bingley in his arms forever. Her scent smelled delightful, kindling his desire, and not thinking, he held her a little tighter, feeling her sweet bosoms against him.

He sighed and closed his eyes in contentment, happy to hold her, forgetting where he was. He rested his chin on her head, then moved back, wanting to look at her and kiss her. When he saw that she was blushing because he was still holding her, maybe too tightly, awareness returned, and he slowly let her go with regret. Knowing it was wrong to flirt, and he wasn't a cad, he decided to flirt, a first for him, "Mrs. Bingley, I apologize for not letting you go, but I thought I was dreaming, feeling as if I were in heaven. I must have been to behave in such a delightfully improper fashion," he said and smiled from ear to ear, making her insides melt.

Jane lowered her head and ran away without looking back. He was such a good-looking man, his hair was darker than Richard's nearly white, blond hair; otherwise, he looked like his brother. She was smiling as well, since his words and embrace had made her body aware. Why couldn't she have found a person like him? Strangely, she could still feel his arms around her and smell his cologne, making her wish for his embrace. Maybe she was a wanton like her mother said. But she would never be like her mother; she wasn't a wanton, Jane decided, remembering she wasn't married. Now, she needed to find out who Charles had married in order to be able to annul her marriage. Soon, after Lizzie, her father, and hopefully her mother was well.

Lizzie's Sad Dream

Possibly, the 'open doors' in Pemberley allowed an unwelcome visitor into Lizzie's dream place. Others had had similar experiences but dismissed them as an impossibility.

Meanwhile, William had noticed that Lizzie seemed troubled. He wished he knew what was happening; and when he saw her tears, he worried.

Lizzie was dreaming, when she saw her angry mother. Her mother was telling her that it was Lizzie's fault. She said if she hadn't been pregnant with Lizzie, she could've gone away with her love. Lizzie asked why she at fault was.

Her mother answered, "My love didn't want somebody else's child. Because of you, I had to stay with your father, not what I wanted, but what I had to do."

"What are you saying, mother?" Lizzie was distressed.

"I am saying you're the child that I never wanted. You're the chain around my neck," her mother grimaced.

"Please don't say that; you are my mother. Maybe I'm imagining this because you cannot be that cruel." Lizzie begged

Richard, George, and William were distressed to see her crying. Richard touched her hand and said, "Oh, no, you're getting cold. My love, please don't die." He had seen people dying, just like that. George had luck going into dream lands, so he tried to find Lizzie.

In the dreamland, Lizzie's mother wouldn't relent, "I will say because it is the truth. You have turned all my daughters into tramps." Mrs. Bennet screamed at Lizzie.

Lizzie started running away from her mother. Near a forest she saw George Wickham. She remembered how much she used to like him until he ran away with Lydia, but she could have loved him, maybe she had. He told her, "My poor Lizzie, my love, please don't listen to her. I heard what she said, and I think she is ill. You're such a good person, please don't believe her. How I wish that I had been with you instead; I know I could've been a good man for you." George was honest, and Lizzie could see it.

He went on to say, "I need you to understand that I was deceived. You can ask Lydia; she will tell you the truth. I will look after you and won't let anything else harm you. Stay strong; your baby needs you. Be happy with Richard; he is a good man who loves you. Who knows, they say if you live a good life, you get to be with all those you love. This place where we go after we die is different. I can't say for certain what will happen, but I hope that we'll reunite one day, my love."

Lizzie didn't want to die, "I don't want to die. I want to raise my baby and want to help Lydia with yours. Yes, I could have loved you easily, or maybe I did. No, I am sure I did because it broke my heart knowing you had lied to me. It hurt when you ran away with Lydia, but I will ask her. Though I was already married, it still hurt."

George looked sad, "I am so sorry I also hurt you, my poor dear love. William and I, we both love you but caused you sorrow and pain. Forgive us, my love." He caressed her cheek, lovingly, taking off the hurt inflicted by her mother's words.

Lizzie's face relaxed, calming Richard. Afterward, Richard excused himself as he ran, "I need to fire the Wickham babies' nurse. I will see Miss Erika; she will help." Georgiana and Mary urged him to go.

George heard about firing the nurse and appeared in the nursery. By the time Richard got there, the twins were crying, and the woman was spanking the boy, with too much force.

"Stop this right now." He grabbed her hand, "Get your things and leave." Jane was walking in with Lydia, but Richard had already picked up the boy.

"But I…" the nurse tried to argue, and Richard told her to be quiet. He wanted to hit the woman. It took all he had not to do it. The little boy was crying, surely in pain. Richard rubbed his back, talking softly, kissed his head a couple of times, to calm the boy and himself.

She kept talking, saying the children were mad, talking to their dead father, waving their hands, throwing air kisses, and saying hi, scaring her. She added they were demons.

"Be quiet, not one more word! I will get your money." Richard looked murderous.

" I'll be glad to go; they are charity. They're not real Darcy children, and I don't care. I don't want to take care of children like them, demons they are." The woman insisted.

"You're wrong, but that's not your business. Pack, then go by my office, and the money will be there before you leave. You best watch your mouth." Richard held the baby, soothing him a little.

Lydia was in the room picking up her daughter, who was staring at George, her father, and saying, "Papa, hi!"

Richard turned around and saw George, who looked very angry, but when he saw Richard looking at him, he said, "Thank you. I would thank William, but I'm not allowed to talk to him. It would be best if you didn't tell him about me. I think he wouldn't like it."

Lydia wanted to know what happened, "Well, Lydia, I'll tell you, but you might not like it." Jane said. "I'm not free to say who told me, but it is true. The nurse spanked the babies quite hard, but now she's gone. Don't worry."

Lydia still cried, "My poor babies, and I think Mr. Darcy will not care for me because of what I did. What will I do? It is a good thing George can no longer talk since he often demanded I should tell Lizzie, but I was ashamed. He told me that he was planning never to get married and would have waited for Lizzie until he died. This is all my fault."

Jane looked down, not wanting to tell her what she knew. She looked around and saw George shaking his head, looking unhappy at Lydia.

"My dear, maybe you should tell her. Perhaps Lizzie loved him. I think she might have. She will say it is the past and will be one less person to worry about." Jane advised Lydia, but Lydia shook her head.

Meanwhile, Charles, a coward, decided to get part of his money and go away. He would pay somebody to say that he had died at sea going to America because he was scared out of his wits. Wanting to obey the ghosts so they didn't chase him again, he left the same day to look for his real wife. When he found her, he saw that she was lovely, and they had a child, a young girl, almost eight years old. People believed she was a war widow.

Charles told her he needed to leave England right away. Would she come with him? He was too scared the ghosts would come back; his hair was stark white, and he would always look scared, looking behind him. His wife accepted; unfortunately, she was still in love with him. She was a silly woman because Charles would never change.

At the last minute, Charles' legal wife changed her mind. Her father reminded her how he had treated her. They had one small exclusive shop that was doing quite well and a prosperous warehouse. So, Charles was left alone to travel to America, but before leaving went to his solicitor, and also wrote to Jane, hoping the ghosts wouldn't find out. By now he wanted Jane again, that was him.

Pemberley - Waiting

Both Lizzie and her father lingered for days. Her father was moved to an adjacent room, which Lady Catherine liked because it allowed her to read to him and hold his hand. She would kiss his hand once in a while and smile. Thomas was so handsome, so it was no wonder his daughters were so pretty. She remembered the first time she saw him, still in her nightclothes. She believed that she fell in love with him right that second, in love forever. Her brother laughed, looking at Thomas and her, both staring at each other, dazed. Thomas told her he thought he was dreaming when she ran in the room. Their young love had been passionate and reckless; the best time of her life.

Her brother was right, with time his daughters might like her; she hoped so because she would never forget their love and had expectations for a happy future, being his friend.

William and his father spent most of their time with Lizzie. Richard could see William, clearly, almost solid. "I don't want her to die. Please keep her alive. She must be here for our son and for you to be happy with her. She deserves some happiness." William surprised Richard by telling him that.

William liked to go and check on the twins; the little girl would always see him and throw kisses at him. The boy also saw him and started doing the same. He told them, "I am your cousin, William." They would say, "Hi, cuzin," and something that sounded like his name. He would kiss them and play little games, making them laugh happily.

He went when Lydia wasn't there since they often pointed and said, "I see you cuzin," and more. Both would send William air kisses, which he liked a lot. But they didn't feel his touches or kisses, making him sad, thinking he missed playing with them because of his silly pride.

When the new nurse came, he checked on her, ensuring she would treat the babies right. It was obvious something had changed him. When he told Richard that his son and his cousins should be all in the same nursery, wanting Miss Erika to ensure nothing went wrong; though Richard was amazed at the change, he liked it, nonetheless.

By now, William was certain that he had deserved George to kill him. George had been right after all. He wished that he could see George and apologize. Poor babies, seeing them still looking too thin, he knew it was his fault.

The boy was a Darcy; there was no question in his mind. He had seen the miniatures of George, himself, and his father, and they all looked alike. He had starved Darcy's babies, and he wasn't like that. How he wished he had been a better person; he knew pride was worthless, and worldly goods had no value where he was. But what he wished for the most was to have treated Lizzie like his beloved wife.