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Chapter 34

Posted on Saturday, 23 December 2000, at 2 : 03 p.m.

Victor ordered the coachmen to stop at the corner of the street. It was a dark night, the velvety blackness of the sky only challenged by the yellowish tinge of the full moon and the glitter of the gemlike stars. Victor stepped out of the carriage and stood motionless for a moment, gazing at the sky above. He sighed softly and walked towards the Darcy townhouse. The house was very still and very dark and for a second, Victor wondered whether Anne had forgotten about the rendezvous, but just as that thought crossed his mind, he saw the door open slowly and the demure figure of Anne appeared. She smiled slightly at Victor and motioned him to begin walking.

When they were several feet away from the house, she finally whispered. "I almost thought you were going to leave me. Why are you so late?"

Victor shrugged. "I had other business to attend to."

"What sort of business?" asked Anne suspiciously.

"Personal," said Victor.

"It is so easy for you men," scoffed Anne. "Always hiding behind some 'business.' I have never heard a more vague term in my life. Playing cards at the club is business, attending a ball is business, everything is business. You can hide behind that phrase and get away with anything. Now women, on the other hand, can never have any business, well, not any acceptable business anyway."

Victor grinned. They had reached the waiting carriage and he handed her in. He sat across from her. "So very true, Anne. You are very perceptive."

"I knew that," said Anne. "It just makes me mad. It is simply not fair."

"It seldom is," commented Victor.

Anne sighed and rolled her eyes. "Anyway, so you spoke with Margaret?"

"Yes." Victor nodded.

"And?"

"She told me where Wickham is hiding."

"She divulged that information?" Anne seemed surprised.

"Yes indeed," said Victor. "I can be very persuasive."

"But what did you say?"

"Well, you must understand, the poor girl is in love with Wickham," explained Victor. "I...well, I sort of implied that Elizabeth was detaining Wickham against his will, that he did not want to remain married, but Elizabeth did. In short, it is all Elizabeth's fault and I intend only to help. For my own selfish reasons, of course."

"Of course." Anne smiled. "You are such a glib liar. I am impressed."

"Why, thank you," grinned Victor.

"And she took your word?" Anne said.

"Well, of course she did," said Victor. "I am Lord Sheffield and I never lie. And besides, she is in love and rather insecure at this point. She would believe anything I said about Wickham. That is just how she is."

Anne was silent for a moment. "How exactly do you know so much about this girl?"

Victor looked away. "It is a long story."

"So you said before," said Anne. "But we have a lot of time."

"Does it really matter how I know her?" said Victor.

"Perhaps not," agreed Anne. "But I am very curious and I would like to know."

"You are always curious," muttered Victor.

"Always," smiled Anne. "Do not forget that."

"I was once involved with Margaret's sister," said Victor with a sigh.

"Involved how?" said Anne.

Victor seemed uncomfortable. "Well, she was in love with me, I suppose."

"And you?"

"I...," Victor paused. "I liked her. She was a nice girl."

"How did you even meet her?" Anne was interested.

"You know Lord Seymour?" asked Victor. Anne nodded. "She was a maid at his townhouse. I saw her there once or twice. She was very sweet and intelligent and witty too. I was rather infatuated with her for sometime. She was a nice kind of girl, really. So, I asked her to stay in my townhouse."

"You did not," muttered Anne.

"I am afraid I did," said Victor. "She was a 'special' guest as far as anyone else was concerned. Margaret lived there too. It lasted for several months. And then..."

"You suffered from boredom? Ennui?" Anne said.

Victor did not reply immediately, but the look in his eyes informed Anne of the veracity of her statement. "I never meant to hurt her. You must believe me, Anne. I thought she knew that it was not a permanent arrangement. I mean, our stations in life made that impossible. She was just a maid."

"She was good enough to be your mistress, but not your wife. Is that it?" Anne felt her ire rise.

"No, not quite," murmured Victor.

"So what happened then?" Anne said.

"I told her that she must return to her former life," Victor said, the pain evident in his voice. "She was very upset, but she did not resist. I offered her more money, but she refused. She was a proud girl. Anyway, two days after she left my house, I found out that she had jumped off a bridge and drowned herself."

"Oh, how horrible!" exclaimed Anne.

"I have never felt so guilty in my entire life," said Victor.

"As well you should," muttered Anne.

"It was not entirely my fault," said Victor.

"Really? Seems like it was to me," said Anne.

"I never promised her anything," said Victor. "She knew that I would not commit to her. She should not have expected anything from me. I thought that she did not. I never imagined how wrong I was in that assumption."

"Well, Victor," said Anne. "Sometimes one knows something in theory, but the reality is much different. Even if she knew in her heart that you did not really love her, she slowly learned to overlook that minor detail and the shock of losing you all of a sudden proved to be too much." Anne paused. "Margaret must really hate you."

"I suppose," said Victor. "Margaret was never very fond of Angela, but she was her sister nonetheless."

"I am surprised she would even speak with you," said Anne.

"Well, she has no choice," said Victor. "For she is blackmailing me for money. She threatened to tell my father about Angela if I did not give her what she wanted." Anne seemed surprised. "She is not an altogether bad person, Anne. She is just a victim of her condition. I was very furious when she first approached me for the money, but in a way, I understand her position."

"How magnanimous of you," muttered Anne.

"I try," Victor smiled slightly.

Anne frowned. "You are so flippant, Victor. Does your conscience not bother you?"

"Of course it does," said Victor. "I am not the cold, heartless person you suppose me to be. I know that if I had not entered Angela's life, she..." Victor sighed. "She would probably be alive this very moment. It is a strange feeling. No matter how much I rationalize and deny the blame, I know that I have blood on my hands." Victor looked away with a bitter smile.

Anne knew not what to say. "Well...I am sorry..."

Victor did not seem to hear her. "You know Anne, in a way, it is best that Elizabeth does not love me. I do not deserve her. I thought I did. I thought that perhaps she would save me...from myself, mostly." Victor smiled. "But she is too good for me, much too good. She is untainted, an angel, if you will. Why did I even think that she could love me? I was dreaming, but it was such a pleasant dream. A very pleasant dream, indeed."

Anne had never heard Victor speak thus. She cleared her throat. "So, how do you know that Elizabeth is not another one of your infatuations?" Anne found herself saying.

Victor glanced back. "Has that carriage been with us the entire time?" he said slowly.

Anne shrugged. "Do not attempt to change the subject, Victor."

"I am not," insisted Victor, looking back once again, but turning around.

"So?"

"I love Elizabeth," said Victor simply.

"And why should anyone believe that?" asked Anne. "Considering that...well..."

"That I am a rake, a cad?" suggested Victor with a playful smile.

Anne colored. "I would have been more tactful, but yes."

"Because I am willing to let her go," said Victor. "I love her that much."

Anne could not ignore the intensity in his eyes. She felt the need to lighten the atmosphere. This other facet of Victor was too intense for her. "I must ask Elizabeth what secret potion she has been concocting," Anne joked. "Men are madly in love with her, right and left. I must borrow the recipe from her someday."

Victor smiled slightly. He looked out the window. "We are almost there."

Anne nodded. She was ready. For what exactly, she did not know, but she was ready, nonetheless.

~~

Darcy cursed under his breath. They had left town several miles behind them. He could only conjecture as to his present location, but the further away they got, the more mystified he became. Where exactly were Victor and Anne going? At this time of the night, no less. Darcy could not imagine. He was extremely puzzled. Confused. Very confused, actually. It was no secret that Anne and Victor were not the best of friends. That certainly is an understatement, thought Darcy wryly. He had a nagging suspicion that Elizabeth was somehow the reason for this midnight adventure, and even so, he was determined to remain close behind them. Whatever Victor and Anne had planned, he could not afford to endanger Elizabeth. No, Darcy would protect her, no matter what the cost.

Darcy had retired early that evening, at least he had pretended to do so. Anne's anxiety was ill concealed and he had decided to alleviate his cousin's stress. When he heard Anne quietly exit the house, he himself had gotten dressed. The coachman had been instructed to remain on duty that night and Darcy had ordered him to follow Victor's carriage at a safe distance. He was surprised that he had not been found out yet. Victor and Anne were probably too occupied to notice the carriage trailing them. But occupied with what, Darcy wondered. A thought crossed his mind, but he immediately dismissed it. No, Anne loves Richard. She cannot be betraying him. With Victor, especially. Darcy could make no sense out of the situation, but he reminded himself to be patient. The truth would reveal itself sooner or later. For the sake of his own curiosity, he hoped it would be sooner.

~~

The carriage stopped. Anne looked at the small inn, then looked at Victor. "Now that we are here, what are we going to do?"

"Well, save Elizabeth, of course," said Victor.

"Yes, that is the general idea, I am aware," said Anne. "But how?"

"We will ask her to come with us," said Victor simply.

Anne laughed. "You suppose I have not done that already? She refused me. Several times, I might add."

"Perhaps you just did not know how to ask," smiled Victor.

Anne shook her head. "And if that fails?"

"Then we abduct her," replied Victor.

Anne grinned. "Funny. I've had the same thought myself."

"Great minds think alike," said Victor.

"And fools seldom differ," said Anne wryly. "I just hope this is not foolish. Darce warned me about Wickham. That man is very dangerous. He is probably threatening Elizabeth, that is why she will not leave him."

"All the more reason to get her away from him," said Victor. "He can't hurt her if he can't find her, can he?"

"We can't hide her forever," said Anne.

"Come, Anne, you are not having second thoughts, are you?" asked Victor.

Anne was silent for a moment, then she said. "No."

"Good," said Victor. "Shall we?"

Anne looked at him and nodded, "Yes."

Anne and Victor alighted from the carriage and immediately proceeded inside the inn. The innkeeper, an elderly lady, greeted them, and Victor asked him where Wickham was staying. The innkeeper did not know, for no one by the name Wickham was currently in the inn. Victor tried a different approach. He asked Anne to describe Wickham and he himself described Elizabeth. The innkeeper nodded with comprehension and directed them to the second floor. Victor thanked the old lady and headed for the stairs, Anne close behind him. They arrived at the door and stood silent for a moment. Then, Victor knocked on the door.

Moments later the door opened and Wickham appeared. "Miss de Bourgh, Lord Sheffield. What a pleasant surprise." Anne stared at him. He did not seem ruffled in the least. "Well, do you wish to come in or do you prefer to stand out there?" Wickham had the audacity to smile.

Victor and Anne entered the tiny room wordlessly. It was sparsely furnished, the odor of cheap liquor pervading its every corner. Wickham asked the guests to be seated and offered them a drink. They refused. "So, what brings you here? And how did you get here? Margaret, I suppose."

"You suppose correctly," Victor said.

Wickham smiled. "I never did entirely trust that girl, but it does not matter. I shall not remain here for much longer anyway."

"Where is Elizabeth?" asked Anne.

"She is asleep," said Wickham.

"Wake her up, then," said Anne.

"I do not wish to disturb her," said Wickham. "If you have something you wish to tell her, you can tell me, by all means. I shall be happy to convey the message."

Anne looked at him with disgust. "Why you little --- !"

"Anne," Victor interrupted her hurriedly. "Allow me." He looked at Wickham. "I do not know what kind of game you are playing here, but we are here to take Elizabeth and we are not leaving till she comes with us."

"Elizabeth is not going anywhere," said Wickham calmly.

"Like hell she is not," said Anne. "You can't stop her."

"She is my wife," said Wickham. "She stays with me."

"I don't care if she is your wife," said Anne. "I have had enough of your stupid nonsense."

Wickham seemed even more amused. "Let us remain civil, shall we, Miss de Bourgh?"

"No, I shall not remain civil," Anne almost shouted.

Victor sighed. This was not going too well. He tried another approach. "What will it take to change your mind? Money?"

"I already have money," smiled Wickham. "So, are you another one of Elizabeth's lovers? Seems like she was busy when I was away."

Victor felt himself tremble with rage, but he remained calm. "You will respect her."

Wickham grinned. "I am right, am I not? I knew it." He paused. "So how did it work exactly? Did you and Darcy take turns or what?"

"Wickham, you louse!" shouted Victor. "How dare you speak of Elizabeth in that manner?"

Wickham laughed. "Very easily. It is the truth."

Victor was about to respond, but was interrupted by the appearance of the lady herself, who was apparently awoken by the loud argument in the adjacent room. She saw the new arrivals and gasped softly in surprise. "Victor. Anne. What are you doing here?"

"Elizabeth. Thank god," Anne rushed to her friend and hugged her. "Are you alright?"

Elizabeth looked at Anne. Alright. What an ambiguous word. She was alright. Of course she was alright. Wickham had slapped her no more than three times in the past day. She was alright. No mortal damage. She had swallowed her pride again and again. She had trembled in fear and shame. She had been ridiculed and belittled, cheapened and disrespected. She was vulnerable. Terrified. Strong. She was still very strong, she had to be. But, yes, she was alright. She had no choice. She had to be alright. To endure every passing moment. To prevent herself from crying. To survive.

"I am fine," replied Elizabeth.

Anne was not impressed. "No, you are not."

Victor looked at Elizabeth. His love. She seemed so fragile. So very delicate. And pained. He had to save her. "You are coming with us, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth looked at Victor; dear Victor. "I am not going anywhere."

Victor ignored Wickham's triumphant smile. "You have no choice, Elizabeth. You are coming and that is final. Even if you don't want to."

"You would take me against my will?" asked Elizabeth softly.

Victor sighed. "You know that you don't want to stay here."

"You cannot divine my feelings, Victor," said Elizabeth.

"But I can," said Anne. "I have said so before and I shall say it again. You are stubborn, Elizabeth. So much so that you are blind to everything else." Anne's tone softened. "Elizabeth, you cannot sacrifice yourself in this manner. If he," she looked at Wickham. "is threatening you in any way, we can help you. Do you not trust me?"

Elizabeth looked away. Trust. It was an alien concept to her now. She could not trust anyone. Not where Wickham was concerned. He would murder them in cold blood without a thought. Elizabeth shuddered. Her life, her fate, her future was doomed. She could not cast a shadow on anyone else, especially on those whom she loved so dearly. Victor. With his sweet smile and soft heart. He loved her and she loved him, in a way. He was special. Anne. Dear, crazy Anne. Completely out of control and endearingly interfering. And then there was Darcy. Darcy. A continual symbol of what her life might have been. Might. It never could be. It was the forbidden fruit of her existence.

"Just leave me alone," Elizabeth whispered.

"You do not mean that," said Anne.

"Yes I do," said Elizabeth with some energy. "Leave me alone. Go away and please, don't come back."

Anne looked at her. "Oh Elizabeth, what has he done to you?"

"Nothing," said Elizabeth. Just destroyed my life.

Victor looked at Anne and sighed. "Can we not change your mind, Elizabeth?"

"No," said Elizabeth firmly. She did not meet his piercing gaze. "No." she repeated.

"I will not abandon you," said Anne. "You must know that."

"I know," said Elizabeth, tears stinging her eyes.

"You are too damned stubborn," muttered Anne.

"You must be happy to get rid of me, then," smiled Elizabeth.

"Never," said Anne with a small sigh.

"Um...," Elizabeth cleared her throat. "How is Mr. Darcy?"

Anne looked at Elizabeth compassionately. "He is fine."

"Oh." Elizabeth had to satisfy herself with that.

Victor looked at Anne. "Let us go, then." He addressed Wickham, who had remained silent throughout the exchange. "If you so much as touch her..." He trailed off.

Wickham smiled. "Funny, Darcy said the exact same thing."

"Well, pay heed to the warning, Wickham," spat Victor.

"I am shaking," said Wickham with a grin.

Victor ignored that comment, looking at Elizabeth instead. "Goodbye Elizabeth."

"Goodbye Victor," she said. "Anne."

Anne only nodded and with a parting look, hastily exited the room, followed by a solemn Victor. They walked to the carriage wordlessly, but upon reaching it, did not enter. Anne looked at the inn with a small frown on her face. Victor was lost in his own thoughts.

"Stupid, stupid girl," said Anne.

"Can you be referring to yourself, by an chance?" said a voice from inside the carriage.

Anne spun around and the owner of the voice stepped out. "Darce!"

"Fancy meeting you here," said Darcy. He nodded at her companion. "Victor."

"How did you find us?" asked Anne.

"I followed you," replied Darcy.

"Oh," murmured Anne.

"Wickham is here, isn't he?" said Darcy.

Anne nodded. "You were here the entire time?"

"Yes," said Darcy. "I did not wish to intrude on whatever plan that you and Victor were concocting. Which obviously failed, by the way." He paused. "I wish you would begin to listen to me, Anne. I told you Wickham is dangerous and that we must proceed with caution. I warn you clearly and what do you do? You go to see him, to persuade Elizabeth to come with you, no doubt. A brilliant plan. But it has one minor flaw. Elizabeth will never leave him in this manner. He has some power over her. I thought you knew that. Apparently not."

Anne did not seem fazed. "You can lecture me all you want, but it does not change the fact that Elizabeth is in danger. She is alone and she is afraid and she needs our help. And you sit back and allow her to remain in that rascal's grasp. It is increasingly amazing for me to witness your behavior towards the woman that you claim to love so passionately."

Darcy stiffened. "You know that is unfair, Anne."

Anne sighed. "Yes, I know." She paused. "I am sorry, Darce."

"I want to help Elizabeth, too," said Darcy. "But she must live long enough for us to do that."

"You are right," said Anne. "I just thought maybe..."

"I know," said Darcy softly. He paused slightly and cleared his throat. "So, how is she?"

Anne shrugged. "The same, I suppose. Not much improved. You should have seen her, Darce when she begged us to leave her alone. I could see the hurt and pain and fear in her eyes. She is desperate."

Darcy looked away. "So am I."

Anne sighed, "I want to go home now."

"Of course." He looked at Victor, who seemed to be lost in a different world, seemingly miles away. "Victor, we are leaving. I can take Anne with me."

"Oh, thank you, Darcy," said Victor.

Darcy only nodded and motioned Anne to follow him to their carriage. Anne murmured a small thank you to Victor for his efforts and then slowly followed Darcy to the waiting carriage. As Anne began to enter the carriage, she glanced back at Victor. He was still standing in that same manner. Motionless. Lost. Transfixed. Poor Victor, thought Anne. He really wanted to help Elizabeth. But we can't do anything if she doesn't want us to help her. Anne saw Victor stare thoughtfully at the inn. She sighed and shook her head slowly. It was an impossible situation.

Victor watched Anne and Darcy, then looked back at the inn, a determined look in his eyes. He knew what he had to do.

~~

The carriage was silent, eerily so. Anne glanced at Darcy, but it seemed as though he did not wish to speak just then. Anne sighed inwardly. This unforeseen circumstance could not have occurred at a worse time. Just when Darcy and Elizabeth were making due progress, Wickham had to reappear in their lives and steal Elizabeth away from them. But it was not going to be so forever, Anne was certain. It could not be. Darcy and Elizabeth. That was expected, that was normal, that was right. Anne knew that the future seemed bleak at that moment, but she could not believe, for a second, that things would not improve. A hopeless optimist, Anne only had fervent hopes for the future. Wickham had to be vanquished and she only wished she would be present when he was.

"Anne?" Darcy suddenly said.

"Yes?" Anne looked at her cousin.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" said Darcy. "About how it seems as though I only claim to love Elizabeth?"

Anne cursed herself under her breath. Why did she not think before speaking? Why did she allow her frustration to manifest itself in a reproach against Darcy. "No, of course not, Darce. I was upset, is all. You know me."

Darcy did not seem convinced. "But you would never have said it if you had not believed it, at some level. Be honest, Anne. Have you never thought, for a second, that I am not doing enough where Elizabeth is concerned? That I am being too cautious or too indifferent?"

Anne could not lie. "Well, maybe, sometimes..." She paused. "But that does not mean you don't love her. I understand why you are being cautious, believe me, I do."

Darcy shook his head. "I hate being so responsible all the time. Always concerned about the rules. Always the pragmatist. I never take a chance. I never act on an impulse." He seemed upset. "Elizabeth needs me right now and I sit here and I think about it and I weigh all circumstances. I don't act. What must she think of me? She probably thinks that I don't care about her. Even Victor showed more concern than I did. His plan failed, but he tried, at least. What have I done so far?" Darcy stopped.

Anne felt horrible. "Darce, listen to me. Elizabeth loves you. When I saw her tonight, she asked about you."

"She did?" Darcy said.

"Yes," nodded Anne. "And I think it is wonderful that you are a pragmatist. I am impulsive enough for both of us. We depend on you for your strength and your presence of mind. You keep us safe. Darce, if it were not for you, I would have probably gotten myself and Elizabeth killed by now." Darcy smiled at this. "You don't need to change. Elizabeth and I love you for who you are." Anne paused. "And besides, an impulsive Darcy is a scary thought."

Darcy laughed. He glanced back, then frowned.

"What is it?" asked Anne.

"Victor's carriage is not behind us," said Darcy.

Anne shrugged. "So?"

Darcy did not answer. Instead he ordered the coachman to go back to the inn.

"Why are we going back, Darce?"

"Victor is still at the inn, I am certain," said Darcy. "And I don't trust him."

Anne did not protest.

~~

Victor stood outside the door for a long time. It seemed like such a drastic step, but it was the only avenue still open to him, he was certain. He was aware of the risks involved, but the benefits, if success smiled upon him, would outweigh the risks. Victor had never imagined he would ever consider even doing something like this. All for the sake of love, for the sake of Elizabeth's happiness, her smile, her laugh, her safety. Seeing her safe was worth it all, Victor decided. The decision did not seem so difficult when he thought of Elizabeth. It was very easy, actually. Very easy. Straightforward. Victor knocked on the door.

Wickham opened the door. "Back again so soon, Lord Sheffield?"

Victor nodded. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," smiled Wickham hospitably.

Victor walked in, closing his eyes for a moment. This was it. "I shall not mince words. I am here to give you a last chance to relinquish Elizabeth."

"A last chance?" repeated Wickham with a slight smile.

Victor nodded. "Yes."

"The answer is still no," said Wickham.

"You are certain?" said Victor.

"Lord Sheffield," said Wickham. "You may continue to ask me a hundred times, but the answer shall remain a vehement no every time."

"As you wish," muttered Victor, clutching the gun in his hands and aiming it at Wickham.

Wickham seemed surprised. "Surely there is no need for that?"

Victor did not lower the gun. "I beg to differ."

"Indeed," said Wickham, still remarkably calm. "You will not shoot."

"You wish to challenge me?" said Victor.

"I know that you will not shoot," said Wickham.

"You will allow Elizabeth to leave with me," said Victor. "Or I will kill you."

Wickham was slowly moving closer to Victor. "You are not serious, milord."

"On the contrary," said Victor. "I have never been more serious in my life."

Wickham was very close to Victor. "Shoot me, if you dare."

Victor looked at Wickham with disgust. I already have blood on my hands. His eyes hardened. His fingers began to press the trigger. Wickham was watching him carefully and discovered that Victor was, indeed, very serious. Before Victor could pull the trigger, Wickham lunged forward, grabbing Victor's hands in the process, aiming the gun at the roof. A shot fired in the air. Victor and Wickham struggled for the control of the weapon.

Elizabeth had heard the shot and came running into the room. "Victor! No!"

Victor saw Elizabeth from the corner of his eyes. "Elizabeth, get out of this room."

Elizabeth did not move.

Victor and Wickham continued to struggle, the gun between them. It was a struggle to the end. One of them had to die in the process. Elizabeth watched with horror as the gun pointed at Victor, then at Wickham. She felt the need to scream, but she found that she could not make a sound. She opened her mouth to beg them to stop, but the words would not come out. Victor shouted again, ordering her to leave, but she did not, she could not. Elizabeth closed her eyes and prayed. She heard two shots. She screamed inwardly, too scared to open her eyes. But she had to, she must. Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes and the sight that welcomed her was even more gruesome than she had imagined. Both Wickham and Victor lay crumpled on the floor, a pool of blood collecting between them.

Elizabeth stood still, terrified for a moment. It was just a nightmare, a terrible nightmare. But even she knew that that was wishful thinking. She saw Victor's hand move slightly and she rushed to his side, dropping to the floor beside him. "Victor?" she said timidly, in a soft whisper.

"Elizabeth." Victor's voice was strained.

"Oh Victor," Elizabeth felt the tears flow down her cheeks, unchecked.

"Is he...dead?" asked Victor.

Elizabeth glanced at the man lying near him. The bullet had hit him near his temple and he was not moving. Elizabeth looked at Victor again. "Yes, Victor."

"Good," said Victor slowly, with much effort. "Good."

"You are going to be alright, Victor," said Elizabeth.

Victor smiled slightly. "Yes."

Elizabeth saw that he was bleeding profusely from his stomach. "Help! Someone please help him. He is hurt," Elizabeth screamed at the top of her voice, but doubted that anyone would hear her.

She was wrong, for at that moment, Anne and Darcy came running into the room.

"Oh dear god," Anne managed to say.

Victor slowly brought his hand to touch Elizabeth's face. "Now you are safe."

"Oh Victor," Elizabeth cried softly.

"Shhh," said Victor. "Don't cry. You are safe from him now. I only wish..." He paused, his breathing labored. "I only wish I could be here to..." He could not finish.

"You will be," said Elizabeth. "Victor. Victor." She repeated.

"Elizabeth...," said Victor.

"No, don't speak," said Elizabeth. It hurt him to do so.

Victor smiled. "No, let me finish. Remember that night at your uncle's house..."

"Yes," Elizabeth remembered.

"I meant what I said, Elizabeth," said Victor. "I love you."

Elizabeth nodded. "I know."

"You are so beautiful," said Victor, his words increasingly soft and labored. "Darcy will take good care of you. I know he will. You deserve to be happy." He paused, his hand seeking hers. He brought her hand slowly to his lips and kissed it. "Goodbye, my love." As he said those words, a small smile crept onto his face.

"No, Victor. Please. No," she said. Elizabeth looked at him and knew he was gone, and all she could do was bury her head in his arms and sob.

Chapter 35

Posted on Saturday, 30 December 2000, at 5 : 13 p.m.

Elizabeth did not move, her sobs choked. Then, she raised her head to look at Victor and touched his face. She whispered something indiscernible to him, and on not receiving any answer, shook his arm. "Victor. Wake up. No. Listen to me. Victor. Victor." Elizabeth's voice became louder. "I am not laughing, Victor. This is not amusing." She peered closer. "All right, you have me fooled. Now, will you please open your eyes? Enough is enough." He still did not answer her. Elizabeth became angry. "Victor!"

Anne could not watch her friend in silence any longer. She approached Elizabeth and put her hand on Elizabeth's shoulder. "Elizabeth. He is dead."

Elizabeth looked up briefly at Anne. "No, Anne. You are mistaken. He is pretending." She looked at Victor again. "Look, Anne is here as well, Victor. You have us all fooled. Are you happy now?"

"Elizabeth, please compose yourself," Anne pleaded. Elizabeth did not seem to hear her. "Elizabeth, please."

Elizabeth gasped softly. "Oh my god." She got up and stepped back from Victor. Anne did not say anything. Elizabeth looked at Anne. "He is really gone." Elizabeth whispered in a soft voice as if she did not believe it yet. Anne embraced Elizabeth and Elizabeth began sobbing. Anne saw Darcy standing at the door and sighed. She did not attempt to stop Elizabeth. Gradually, Elizabeth's sobs became more subdued.

At this point, Darcy said, "Anne, please take her away from here."

Elizabeth disengaged from the embrace and looked at Darcy. "I am not going anywhere."

Anne glanced at Darcy, then said, "We can go to your uncle's, Elizabeth."

"No," said Elizabeth obstinately.

Anne sighed. "There is not much that you can do here." Anne saw that Elizabeth was still not convinced. She tried another approach. "Victor sacrificed his life so that you could escape this wretched place. Will you not grant him his last wish?"

Elizabeth grimaced. "All right. You win."

Anne looked at Darcy. "We shall go the Gardiners, Darce."

Darcy nodded. "I shall stay here. Can you see that an express is sent to Kent?"

"Yes, of course."

With a parting look, Anne led Elizabeth to the carriage. When outside, she saw Victor's carriage still awaiting its master's return. Brushing off a tear, Anne walked to the carriage and informed the coachman of what had transpired. He seemed shocked and instantly went inside. Anne sighed and returned to Darcy's carriage where Elizabeth was waiting. Anne gave the necessary directions to the coachman. As she sat across from Elizabeth, she saw that her friend's demeanor was grim, solemn.

"I am sorry, Elizabeth," Anne said softly.

"So am I," Elizabeth said.

"Victor...he was a good man." Anne actually believed what she was saying. "I didn't know it myself until...well, until tonight. He really loved you, I suppose. There can be no doubt as to that."

"I suppose not." Elizabeth's voice was strained.

"I never imagined he would do something so drastic," Anne said. "I never thought he was capable of such sacrifice...I never trusted him. I never had any faith in his ways."

"Anne, I cannot..." Elizabeth looked at Anne. "Please, stop. Just stop."

Anne sighed. "I understand." The remainder of the journey was completed in silence.

~~

"Good god, Lizzy, Miss Anne?" Mr. Gardiner's surprise was evident. "Please come in."

"We are sorry for disturbing you at this late hour," said Anne, entering the house, Elizabeth following her wordlessly, as if in a trance.

Mrs. Gardiner and Jane had appeared in the parlor, exclaiming in surprise at the new arrivals. Anne gratefully accepted the seat offered to her, and as she sat down, she rapidly recounted the evening's events. She concluded by explaining that Darcy had stayed behind with Victor and Wickham. The Gardiners and Jane were shocked, beyond shocked. During the entire narrative, Elizabeth stared into the distance, barely listening to Anne's words. As Anne concluded, she looked at her friend and sighed.

"Oh Lizzy, I am so sorry," Jane sat next to her sister. "What horrors you must have endured."

"I shall recover, I dare say," commented Elizabeth wryly. "Which is more than can be said about Victor." She paused, then said, "I wish to be alone. Can I go to my old chamber?"

The Gardiners exchanged worried glances, but Mrs. Gardiner said, "Of course, dear."

As Elizabeth hastily left the parlor, Anne sighed, "She is not taking this very well."

Jane agreed. "Maybe I should go after her?"

"No, Jane." Mrs. Gardiner shook her head. "Let her be."

"I cannot believe this," murmured Jane. "Mr. Wickham and Lord Sheffield both perished...and poor Lizzy having to witness their horrible demise."

"We need to send an express to Kent to inform Victor's parents," said Anne.

"Yes, of course," said Mr. Gardiner. "It will be done immediately." He paused. "Mr. Bennet will be in town tomorrow. We need to make arrangements for Wickham as well." He sighed. "Miss Anne, your coachman knows the way, would he be able to take me there? Mr. Darcy cannot do much on his own."

Anne nodded. "Of course." She paused. "Shall I come with you?"

"No, please, stay here with Lizzy," said Mr. Gardiner.

As he left, Anne sighed. "All I wanted was to protect Elizabeth. I never imagined something like this would happen. I never imagined that Victor...would...do something like this."

Jane said, "I only saw Lord Sheffield once and he seemed amiable enough. But I never thought..." She trailed off. "He made such a noble sacrifice. I do not think I, or my family, can thank him enough. But I do not understand...why did he do it?"

"Because he loved Elizabeth," replied Anne. "Very dearly."

"Oh my," whispered Mrs. Gardiner. "Did Elizabeth...?

"No, she did not return his love," said Anne.

"Oh," said Jane. "Did she know that he loved her?"

Anne nodded, "Yes, but I do not think she believed him completely. You see, Victor has...um, had a reputation...he was a flirt. I, myself, never believed that Victor loved Elizabeth...until tonight, that is."

"Poor Lizzy," muttered Jane. "She must feel terrible."

"I do not think she should be alone," said Anne. "Maybe you should go and attempt to talk with her. If she keeps all her emotions inside, she will suffer all the more."

"You might be right," said Mrs. Gardiner.

Jane looked at Mrs. Gardiner and Anne, then nodded. She left the parlor.

"Lizzy has seen so much tragedy at such a young age," said Mrs. Gardiner with a sigh. "She does not deserve it."

"I quite agree," said Anne.

"I wonder what she will do now," Mrs. Gardiner mused.

I wish I knew, thought Anne.

~~

"Lizzy?" Jane tentatively peered into the room.

Elizabeth was sitting on the bed, few tears trickling down her face.

"Go away, Jane."

Jane pretended not to hear her and entered the room, sitting down beside her. She said nothing, however. She just sat there next to her sister. Quiet. Sympathetic. Understanding. If silence is what Elizabeth needed, Jane would provide it.

Elizabeth glanced at her sister. "Are you not going to say something?"

Jane smiled slightly. "Only if you want me to."

Elizabeth did not respond. "You should go away, Jane. I am a horrible person."

"How can you say that, Lizzy?" Jane said.

"Very easily, Jane," murmured Elizabeth. "I killed Victor."

"What happened tonight...it was not your fault," Jane said.

"Of course it was," said Elizabeth. "You don't understand, Jane."

"I do, Lizzy, I do," said Jane, holding her sister's hand. "Victor sacrificed his life because he loved you. He saved you from Wickham. He loved you that much. I dare say he would not want you to blame yourself."

Tears flowed freely down Elizabeth's face. "When I saw him fighting for the gun with George...I screamed. It was so horrible, Jane. He begged me to leave. He was risking his life for me. But I couldn't help him. There was nothing I could do. I was helpless. I stood there and watched him die. Jane, I watched him die. His last words were that he loved me, and I...I could not even say those words to him. I should have said something. I did not even thank him."

"Oh Lizzy." Jane embraced her sister. "It will be alright."

If only I could believe that, thought Elizabeth.

~~

Elizabeth listened, but barely. Her mind was wandering. Why did you do this to me, George? Why? A day had elapsed since the fateful night. Mr. Bennet had arrived in town and it was determined that a small funeral was the best option for Wickham. Mr. Bennet and Mr. Gardiner had made the arrangements, with Elizabeth's consent, of course. She had stayed with the Gardiners in that duration, but was present in body only. Her mind was engaged elsewhere. She would sit in her room, alone, for hours, rebuking the company of everyone, even Jane and her little cousins. Mr. Bennet was worried about his daughter, but had no idea how to help her. She was estranged from the world, it seemed, and no one was able to reach her.

Elizabeth stood away from her family as her husband was buried. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. She could not believe the nightmare was over for that is what it seemed like to her. A nightmare. A horrible nightmare. Perhaps she would wake up and find that it had all been a nightmare. Every passing moment, she hoped she would wake up from the nightmare, but her wishes came to naught. This nightmare was her reality. Elizabeth had never felt so alone in her life. She was alone, completely alone. No one could help her, no one understood her. Not her father, not Jane, not Anne, no one. In a way, that was just as well. She could not bear to listen to them, anyway. Their words of sorrow and commiseration irked her. It was just as well that she was alone, in spirit at least.

"Lizzy, it is time to go," said Jane.

Elizabeth looked at Jane. "I wish to stay here a little longer."

"I will stay here with you, then," said Jane.

"No, please go, Jane," said Elizabeth.

Jane sighed. "We shall have the carriage sent back for you."

Elizabeth nodded. She was not listening. Jane looked at her sister, pained, then left. Elizabeth watched her family leave. Anne came and uttered a few words of sorrow and left as well. Elizabeth was glad that they were gone. Finally, she could be alone. She indulged in that notion long enough before she realized that she was not, indeed, alone. She saw Darcy standing a few feet away from her. She had not seen him come. She walked over to him.

"I did not expect to see you here, Mr. Darcy." She had not seen him since that night.

"I had to come," murmured Darcy. To see you, he mentally added.

"I appreciate it," said Elizabeth. Very much.

"How are you?" asked Darcy tentatively.

"Fine," Elizabeth lied.

Darcy raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yes," said Elizabeth.

"Anne is worried about you. You refused to speak with her."

"I...ah..." Elizabeth paused. "I wished to be alone."

Why? Let me help you. "I am sorry."

Elizabeth looked at him and sighed, "So am I."

"Will you come back to the townhouse?" asked Darcy.

Elizabeth looked away. "Yes." For now.

"Well, I shall see you then," said Darcy and bowed. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye," murmured Elizabeth as she watched him leave. If only... She could not complete that thought.

~~

"Elizabeth?" Anne seemed surprised.

Elizabeth stood at the door of the parlor. "I still live here, do I not?"

Anne rushed to embrace her friend. "I did not expect to see you, is all."

"I saw Mr. Darcy at the funeral today," she said.

"Darce was there?" said Anne.

Elizabeth nodded. "He was late."

"Oh," Anne said.

"He told me that you were worried..." said Elizabeth.

Anne sighed. "Yes, I suppose I was; still am."

Elizabeth looked at Anne. "Don't be. I am fine."

"Are you?" Anne searched Elizabeth's face. "You shouldn't lie. You're no good at it."

"I shall take that as a compliment." Elizabeth smiled for the first time.

"Take it any way you like," Anne shrugged. "I spoke with Jane at the funeral. She said that you refused to talk to anyone. It is not healthy, Elizabeth. You must let us help you. You must share what you are feeling."

Elizabeth looked away. "I can't."

Anne sighed, resigned. "All right."

The butler interrupted them at this point, with, "Lord Sheffield and Lady Annabelle, ma'am."

"Anne, dear," Lady Annabelle cried as she entered the parlor.

"Lady Annabelle," Anne rose to greet her guest.

Lady Annabelle embraced Anne. "Oh my dear." Lord Sheffield stood behind her. "Arthur and I came as soon as we got your message. I cannot believe it yet. Victor, my poor son. How did it happen?"

Anne looked uneasy. "It...it was an accident, Lady Annabelle. Victor was trying to help Elizabeth, and it just happened..."

"Help Elizabeth?" Lady Annabelle repeated. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it is a long story," said Anne.

Elizabeth said, "My husband was forcibly detaining me and Victor tried to save me."

Lady Annabelle stared at Elizabeth. "Do not dare to speak my son's name."

"Annabelle...," Lord Sheffield said, warily.

"No, Arthur, let me finish," said the lady firmly. She glared at Elizabeth. "I knew, from the first moment I saw you, that you were trouble. My son was quite taken with you. I could see it and I was uneasy, but I never imagined you would have him killed."

"Lady Annabelle," said Anne hurriedly. "That is unfair. It was not Elizabeth's fault."

"Not her fault?!" cried Lady Annabelle. "My son dies trying to save her, from her husband, no less. If it isn't her fault, I don't know whose fault it is. You," she looked at Elizabeth, "dragged my son into your dark life. He was happy before he saw you, and now, he is dead. I hope you suffer for the rest of your miserable life. May you not have a moment of happiness."

Happiness? Elizabeth looked at the grieving mother. "There is not much danger of that, milady."

"Annabelle, you are upset, let us go," her husband said. "Anne, the funeral is tomorrow." He informed her of the time and the location.

Lady Annabelle looked at Elizabeth, "You need not come."

Anne cried, "Lady Annabelle!"

Elizabeth said, "No, don't worry, Anne. I promise I won't, Lady Annabelle."

Lady Annabelle and Lord Sheffield exited soon after. Anne watched them leave, then looked at her friend, "I am sorry about that, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth looked at Anne, "No need to be sorry."

"She is just upset," said Anne. "She did not really mean that. You can still come to Victor's funeral. I am certain she will not mind in the least."

"No," Elizabeth shook her head. "I will not go."

"Elizabeth." Anne seemed distressed. "Please do not take Lady Annabelle's words to heart. She is a mother and she just lost her son."

"Because of me," Elizabeth reminded her. "She lost her son because of me."

Anne sighed, "That might be true, in a sense, but you know that you cannot blame yourself. Victor would never want you to. He loved you very much, Elizabeth. He did what he did for love. It is not your fault. You must see that?"

No. Elizabeth heard a carriage outside. It must be Mr. Darcy. She could not bear to face him. "Anne, I have a headache. I shall go to my room."

"What about dinner?" asked Anne.

Elizabeth was at the door. "I am not hungry."

Anne watched her friend leave in dismay. Oh Elizabeth. How can I help you?

Darcy entered the parlor. "I thought I saw Elizabeth on the stairs...?"

"You did," replied Anne. "She is here."

"How is she?" asked Darcy.

"Not too good," said Anne. "She will not talk to me. Perhaps you should try?"

"No," Darcy shook his head. She hates me.

"Lord Sheffield and Lady Annabelle were here," said Anne. "Victor's funeral is tomorrow."

"I see," said Darcy.

"This is so unreal," said Anne, more to herself. "I cannot believe Victor is really dead." She sighed. "I was unjust to him, Darce."

"We all were," said Darcy.

"I never took him seriously," said Anne. "Who would have thought."

"Who indeed," murmured Darcy.

"He was a remarkable man," sighed Anne.

"Yes," said Darcy of the man he was insanely jealous of. It should have been me, not him. I failed Elizabeth.

~~

"Elizabeth, I love you."

"Victor," she smiled. "Please be serious."

Victor laughed. "I am serious."

She looked at him with a mischievous grin. "Then prove it."

"I will," he said. "Somehow."

"How?" she raised her eyebrows.

"What would you have me do?" His eyes twinkled with amusement.

She thought for a moment. "Well, there is a cliff not for from here..."

He looked at her. "You want me to jump off the cliff?"

She nodded. "Why, are you scared? Do you not love me enough?"

"No, of course I do." He seemed determined. "So, where's the cliff?"

"Follow me." She led him through a series of winding paths until they were at the cliff. She glanced down at the jagged rocks and looked at him. "This is it."

"Just say the word," he said.

"Jump," she said without qualms.

"All right." He looked at her with a smile. "I love you, Elizabeth."

"Then, jump," she said.

"Goodbye." He said and then he jumped. "I loooooove yooooou."

"Victor! No wait! I was just..." But it was too late. "Victor!"

Elizabeth awoke with a scream, beads of sweat on her forehead. It was just a dream. No, it wasn't a dream, she reminded herself. Perhaps the details were different, but Victor had still died to prove his love for her. She might as well have asked him to jump off a cliff. And he would have. Elizabeth brushed off a stray tear. She was glad. She was very glad that she had an excuse not to go to the funeral. She did not think she could bear it. Not when she knew that every eye would be watching her accusingly and every mouth would be mumbling 'murderess.' And worst of all, Elizabeth knew, was the fact that they would be right.

~~

"What are you doing here?"

Elizabeth looked up in surprise. "Lady Catherine."

Lady Catherine snorted. "I thought you would be gone by now."

"I-" Elizabeth began with some confusion, but was interrupted.

"Anne is at the funeral, but I shall ask her about this business when she returns," said Lady Catherine. "Miss Bennet - or whoever you are - I am most disappointed in you. Your presumption! Victor was engaged to my daughter and you dared to pursue him?"

"Lady Catherine," said Elizabeth calmly. "Lord Sheffield was not engaged to your daughter and I never pursued him."

"And a liar as well," cried the lady. "You are displaying your true colors. I am ashamed of you. Lady Annabelle is beside herself in anger and grief. You cost her, her son. You should be ashamed."

Elizabeth could not argue that.

"And if pursuing dear Victor was not enough, you decided you needed more suitors."

What? "I am afraid I do not understand your meaning."

"A report of the most alarming nature reached me," said Lady Catherine. "Not only did you use your wiles on poor Victor, you also tried to take in my own nephew Darcy! Can you deny you have done that?"

Elizabeth colored. How could she--? Someone must have seen us dance at my uncle's house. Miss Bingley. "That is none of your concern, Lady Catherine."

"I am his aunt, his closest relative," cried Lady Catherine. "I am entitled to know all his dearest concerns."

"But you are not entitled to know mine," said Elizabeth.

Lady Catherine tried another approach. "You must know that you can never marry Darcy. You would be a disgrace. Your name is already smeared in town. You are the wife of the son of his former steward. You already claimed Victor's life, will you also claim Darcy's? Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?"

Elizabeth did not respond.

"Tell me once and for all, are you engaged to him?"

After a moment's deliberation, she said, "I am not."

Lady Catherine seemed relieved. "And will you promise me, never to enter into such an engagement?"

No, her heart screamed. Elizabeth took a deep breath. "Yes."

Lady Catherine smiled. "Perhaps you are more intelligent than I assumed. You understand, of course, that your services shall no longer be engaged."

"Of course," said Elizabeth.

At this point, Anne arrived in the parlor. "Mother. Elizabeth," she greeted them.

Elizabeth excused herself and fled to her room.

Anne watched her hasty departure and looked at Lady Catherine. "What did you say to her?"

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Lady Catherine shrugged. "It is of no consequence, Anne."

"She left the parlor nearly in tears," said Anne.

"So?" Lady Catherine said.

"I want to know what happened," Anne repeated.

"Anne, this friendship of yours with that woman is not appropriate," said Lady Catherine. "You must know that I disapprove. She is a scheming woman who cost dear Victor his life."

"That is not what happened," said Anne. "Trust me, mother, I was there."

"You were there?!" said Lady Catherine. Anne only nodded. "I am most seriously displeased, Anne. How could you endanger yourself in that manner? What possessed you to do such a thing?" She frowned. "It is all Miss Bennet's doing, I am certain. That woman is a disgrace and I will not have you associating with her any longer."

Several years of living with her mother had accustomed Anne to her temper and she knew that the best way to soothe and calm her was to pretend to listen to her words and to heed her advice. With her mother, Anne would appear docile, compliant, almost eerily so, but Anne knew that there would be greater hell to pay if her mother did not have her way, or at least, had the illusion of control. It was a small price to pay for some peace and Anne was willing to pay it.

"Of course. I understand," said Anne. "I just wish to know what transpired."

Lady Catherine began to respond, and as she did, Darcy entered the parlor. "Darcy, there you are. It is just as well. I would have sought you out, at any rate." Darcy glanced questioningly at Anne, who simply shrugged. Lady Catherine continued, "You need not worry about Miss Bennet any more, Darcy. I have dealt with the situation."

"I was not aware that there was a situation," said Darcy with some confusion.

"You do not have to pretend," said Lady Catherine. "Miss Bingley told me."

Darcy's confusion increased. "I do not have the pleasure of understanding you, Lady Catherine. What are you referring to?"

"You and Miss Bennet, of course," said Lady Catherine with irritation.

Darcy stiffened, but did not say anything.

Lady Catherine observed him for a moment, then said, "I know that Miss Bennet has been trying to take you in, Darcy. It is a most unfortunate situation. Especially since she caused poor Victor's death. Very despicable. I know that you must feel obliged to remain civil towards her. She is Anne's companion. Or was, anyway."

"Was?" Anne repeated.

"Yes, dear, you did not expect she would continue in her position, did you?" Lady Catherine said matter-of-factly. Anne mumbled something in response. "Well, do not feel obliged to her anymore, Darcy. She shall leave this house soon enough." Lady Catherine paused. "I must say, I do not hold Miss Bennet very high in my estimation, but at least she has sense enough to give you up, Darcy. She must know that there is point in pursuing you any longer."

Darcy's interest was piqued.

"She promised me that she would stop her advances towards you," continued Lady Catherine. "Indeed, she assured me that she does not intend to marry you at all. A very sensible response in this situation. At any rate, the threat is gone, Darcy. No need to thank me. I feel it is my duty to protect you."

"Indeed," Darcy muttered, too dazed to even think coherent thoughts, let alone form complete sentences.

"Well, I dare say you are relieved. We all are," said Lady Catherine with a smile. She looked at Anne. "Anne, do you wish to return to Rosings with me?"

"Are you leaving already mother?" Anne found her voice.

"I have important matters to attend to," said Lady Catherine. "I only came to attend Victor's funeral. It was the least I could do."

Anne glanced at Darcy. He was staring vacantly at nothingness and Anne knew that he was shocked beyond words. "I think I shall stay awhile, mother. Georgiana is coming to town tonight, you know and I wish to spend some time with her and Darce."

Lady Catherine nodded. She hugged her daughter lightly and said, "I shall leave, then. Take care, Anne. And do not worry about Miss Bennet. She shall be leaving shortly, I am sure."

"Good bye, mother."

"Darcy?" Lady Catherine looked at her nephew.

"Have a pleasant journey, Lady Catherine," Darcy mumbled.

Lady Catherine smiled and with some parting advice, exited the parlor.

As soon as she was gone, Anne looked at her cousin. "Darce?"

Darcy looked at Anne. "I am fine, Anne."

"Do you wish to talk about it?" asked Anne.

"Not particularly, no," said Darcy, no emotion evident in his voice.

"Darce, please," said Anne.

"There is nothing to talk about, Anne," said Darcy. "You heard your mother. Elizabeth does not want to marry me. She does not love me. That, as the say, is that."

"No, it isn't," said Anne. "You know my mother, Darce. She must have intimidated Elizabeth. I am sure Elizabeth didn't mean it. Who knows, maybe mother misunderstood what Elizabeth said. Mother is known to twist words to her own advantage, you know. It is all a big misunderstanding, and I shall clear it up immediately."

"Where are you going?" said Darcy as Anne began to leave the parlor.

"To speak with Elizabeth."

"Anne, you and I both know Elizabeth," said Darcy. "Do you really suppose that Lady Catherine could intimidate her into saying something she did not want to say?"

Anne knew that Darcy had a point, but she did not admit it. "You are wrong, Darce. You have to be. Otherwise..." She stopped.

Darcy looked at her, pain and sadness evident in his eyes. "Otherwise all this while, I have been playing the fool."

Anne shook her head. "Do not be so morose, Darce."

Darcy looked at Anne and sighed. "Always so optimistic, Anne."

"Always," smiled Anne, and with those words, left the parlor.

If only I could share your optimism, thought Darcy.

~~

Anne knocked on Elizabeth's door. "Enter," commanded the voice inside.

Anne entered the chamber and was surprised at the scene she beheld. Elizabeth was scurrying about the room, placing her clothes and other belongings haphazardly in her trunk. She glanced at Anne only briefly, then returned to the matter at hand. Through the stains on her face, Anne knew that Elizabeth had been crying. She cleared her throat.

"You know that I won't allow you to leave," said Anne.

Elizabeth paused briefly, then said, "I am not asking your permission." She went to her closet and peered inside. "I know that I shall forget something here. Would you be so kind as to send anything I leave behind to my Aunt Gardiner's? I shall have it sent to me at a later time. I know it will be an inconvenience, and I am sorry."

"Stop it, Elizabeth," said Anne. "You are not going anywhere."

Elizabeth did not seem to hear her. "Of course, I could also ask my aunt to have her carriage sent here tomorrow morning. Yes, perhaps that would be better." She paused. "Yes, much better. That shall cause the least disruption, I dare say. You need not even come to this chamber. I am sure a servant will be able to do the honors."

"Elizabeth..." Anne began again.

"Although, the last thing I want is to cause any more trouble or work," frowned Elizabeth. "it might be difficult to have the things sent to Longbourn. I shall look about my chamber and make certain that I do not leave anything behind. And if I do, well, it is of no consequence. I dare say I shall survive without it. In fact, forget that I even mentioned it to you."

"Elizabeth, will you stop for a moment?" Anne cried.

Elizabeth stopped talking and looked at her friend warily.

"Thank you," said Anne. "This discussion is moot because you are not going anywhere."

"I already told you that I am not asking your permission," replied Elizabeth. "In case your mother did not inform you, my services are no longer required. I do not see any reason why I should remain here any longer."

"If not as my companion," said Anne, "you can stay as my friend."

Elizabeth shook her head. "I cannot."

"It is mother's fault," Anne sighed. "I am sorry about her, Elizabeth. She is difficult, I know, and I am sorry that she put you in an uncomfortable position, especially regarding Darce. She told me of your conversation, and I understand that she forced your compliance to her wishes. You are not obliged to follow her wishes in any way."

Elizabeth looked away. "Lady Catherine does not intimidate me, Anne."

Oh dear. "Well, she is prying, is all," said Anne. "She had no right to intrude in your affairs or Darce's. Please forgive her."

"There is nothing to forgive," Elizabeth said.

Anne was silent for a moment. "Perhaps my mother misunderstood your words. Indeed, wishful thinking can be very powerful." Anne paused and giggled. "It is very silly, actually. You will laugh when you hear it. Mother actually thinks - she is convinced - that you made some kind of a promise to her that you would not marry Darce. Mother can be so delusional sometimes."

Elizabeth looked at Anne. "She is not delusional, Anne."

Anne's surprise was evident. "Surely that does not mean...?" Elizabeth was silent. "Elizabeth?"

"It is true," said Elizabeth. "I will never marry Mr. Darcy."

"Elizabeth, are you insane?" cried Anne. "It is your grief speaking. You do not know what you are saying. Yes, that is it. It is understandable, of course. You have been through a tumultuous week. It is quite understandable."

"Anne, I am not daft," said Elizabeth. "I know what I am saying, and I mean to keep my word to Lady Catherine." If it kills me.

"What about your word to Darce?" asked Anne with a hint of bitterness.

Elizabeth looked away. "I never gave him my word."

"You didn't need to," said Anne. "The unspoken word is more powerful than the spoken one, Elizabeth. Why are you being so irrational, so stubborn? This is beyond me. You are willing to let Victor's sacrifice become useless."

Elizabeth stiffened. "You do not understand."

"No, I confess I do not," said Anne. "You are running away. It is not like you."

"Perhaps you just don't know me well enough," countered Elizabeth.

"Perhaps," muttered Anne. "You didn't even bother to tell Darce of your marvelous decision." Elizabeth averted her eyes. "You allowed him to hear of it from my mother. Does he not deserve an explanation at least?"

"In such cases as these, the less said the better," commented Elizabeth.

Anne shook her head, her anger rising. "You are just a coward."

Elizabeth inclined her head. "You can believe that, if you wish."

Anne looked at her. "I do not wish to, but you do not provide an alternative."

"What do you want to know, Anne?" said Elizabeth, her voice rising. "You want to know why I am doing this? I shall tell you why. I am a murderess. I killed Victor. I am as responsible for his death as Wickham, perhaps even more."

"Will you forget Victor for one second?" Anne said.

"No, I will not." Elizabeth said.

"Elizabeth, he is dead, do you understand that?" Anne said with more energy than she had wished to. "Dead. He is not coming back. If you stopped regretting having lost those who are dead, perhaps you would learn to appreciate those who are still living."

Elizabeth glared at Anne. "You always hated him. You don't care that he is dead. Maybe you are even glad that he is gone. Now you can continue matchmaking in peace without the least bit of threat. It was all a game for you and Victor was a stumbling block. You are glad that he is dead, aren't you?"

Anne looked at Elizabeth. "If you really believe that...I have nothing more to say." Anne walked towards the door. "I shall tell the servants to bring your trunk downstairs. The carriage is outside, I believe. Goodbye." With a parting glance, Anne nearly ran out of the chamber.

I am a curse, Anne. You do not need me in your life. Neither does Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth hated parting on such bad terms, but perhaps it was for the best. At least it spared her the pain of a long farewell. Anne despised her, she was certain and so, she would not miss her company. Elizabeth sat down on her bed. She would not see Darcy before she left. Anne was right; she was a coward. Elizabeth surveyed the room and then got up to conclude packing her trunk, drops of tears flowing down her cheeks and glistening like pearls.

~~

"Anne?"

Anne mumbled something indiscernible.

Darcy entered the library. "Why are you sitting here alone?"

"I needed time to think," said Anne. "And cool off."

"Cool off?" Darcy raised his eyebrows.

Anne looked at him. "Elizabeth left."

Darcy looked away. "I know. I heard the carriage."

"Did she say anything to you?"

Darcy shook his head. "I was in my chamber."

"I had a horrible fight with her," Anne sighed.

Darcy looked at her. "I was right."

"In a manner of speaking," said Anne.

"I hate being right," Darcy sat down on the chair next to her.

"She loves you, Darce," said Anne.

Darcy looked at her and smiled. "You are an awful liar."

"I am not lying," said Anne, unfazed. "She blames herself for Victor's death, that's all. It has nothing to do with you."

"It has everything to do with me," said Darcy. "Don't you see? It should have been me, not Victor. I failed her. She knows it. And she blames me, consciously or unconsciously. It is no wonder that she will not have anything to do with me. How can she believe that I love her when I could not even protect her?"

"You are being too hard on yourself" Anne told him.

"I am glad she left," said Darcy. "I do not think I could bear to see her."

"You are not giving up?" Anne said with surprise.

Darcy looked at her. "What would you have me do? Follow her?"

"Of course," said Anne.

"It is never going to happen," said Darcy. "You are dreaming."

"You deserve each other, the pair of you," said Anne. "Stubborn as a mule."

Darcy sighed and rose. "I am going for a walk."

"When will Georgiana arrive?"

"Soon, I imagine," answered Darcy and left the library.

Anne sighed. She had never seen two people in more desperate need for help. It was an uphill battle, a challenge. Luckily for them, I can't resist a challenge.

Chapter 37

Posted on Friday, 12 January 2001, at 11 : 37 p.m.

I wonder if it is too early, thought Anne as she stepped into the carriage. Oh well. She directed the coachman and allowed herself to sit back and ponder. Ponder the latest developments, the unexpected challenges, the sudden grievance. Since Elizabeth's departure the night before, Anne had brooded on Elizabeth's words. You always hated him. You don't care that he is dead. Maybe you are even glad that he is gone. Anne had vehemently denied it at first. It wasn't true; of course it wasn't. No matter what she thought of Victor, she could never be so cold as to rejoice his demise. It was too unfeeling and calculating. Anne recalled that she had stormed away when Elizabeth had uttered those words. And why was that? Why had Elizabeth's words angered her so much? Could it be because those words contained an element of truth? Anne shook her head. Am I really such a horrible person?

Anne recalled the last few hours she had spent with Victor. She sighed. She had never truly liked him, but in that carriage ride, he had trusted her with his past, he had trusted her with his heart, he had trusted her with the truth. He was not perfect, far from it, actually. But neither was she. Anne recognized that there were several flaws in Victor's character, but he did not deserve to die. Anne knew that she was ambivalent. In a way, she was almost thankful that Victor had died. His death was fortuitous. It saved Elizabeth from Wickham and allowed Darce the opportunity to win her. But what about Victor? He surely did not gain anything in the bargain. How could she so callously calculate the benefits of Victor's death? A man had died. Death. Its finality scared Anne. There was no recourse, nothing she could do. And that was a strange feeling for Anne. So helpless. It was odd. She, the one who always had all the answers, she was baffled. And utterly helpless.

Anne wished Richard were there. He could help her, he always did. But he was several hundred miles away from her and she could not, in good conscience, ask him to leave his work and come to her rescue. No, she would have to do this alone. Do what exactly? Anne was not certain. Something. Anything. Anything that would make Victor's sacrifice worthwhile. He had recognized that Darce and Elizabeth were meant for each other and he had selflessly sacrificed himself so that his love, Elizabeth, would find happiness. Anne could not allow Victor's sacrifice to go to naught. If Elizabeth did not allow herself to be happy, then Victor would have missed opportunities in his life and accomplished nothing in his death. Victor did not deserve that. Anne brushed off a stray tear. She knew that she was not glad that he died. She had begun to like him. She had begun to respect him. And when she watched him die, she had felt a sense of loss. Almost like losing a friend. Was he her friend? Anne did not know. She had never allowed him to be, but by helping Elizabeth, he had earned the right to be. Anne looked out the window and sighed. Thank you, Victor. Wherever you are, I hope you rest in peace.

~~

"Lizzy?" Jane peered tentatively into her sister's room.

Elizabeth was staring outside the window. "Yes?" She did not turn around.

"Anne is waiting to see you in the parlor," Jane informed her.

Elizabeth did not move. "I do not wish to see her." I cannot.

"Lizzy, please," said Jane.

Elizabeth turned around warily and looked at Jane. "I really do not wish to see her."

Jane frowned. "I understand that you are in a difficult situation, but you cannot be so rude to your friend. She cares about you and she has taken the time to come and see you. You cannot avoid her in this manner. Whatever it is that she has to say, I think you should listen to her. She deserves that much, at least."

Elizabeth looked at Jane. "But..."

"No, Lizzy," Jane shook her head firmly. "I have nothing more to say on this matter. If you really do not wish to see her, then tell her so yourself for I will not." With those words and a piercing look, Jane left the room.

Elizabeth watched her leave and sighed. Jane was so strong when she needed her to be. She stood motionless for a few moments, then slowly left her room. She went to the parlor and looked inside, a little hesitantly. It was empty except for Anne. Elizabeth braced herself and entered the parlor. "Good morning, Anne."

Anne turned and smiled at her friend. "Good morning. I knew I shouldn't have worried that I would be too early. I did not disturb you, I hope?"

"No, of course not," said Elizabeth, a little surprised at her jovial tone. "Listen, Anne, about last night..."

Anne waved her hand. "It is forgotten."

"No, I must apologize," said Elizabeth.

"If you insist," Anne smiled.

"I was horrid last night," said Elizabeth. "Worse than horrid. I said many hateful things and I want you to know that I did not mean one word of it. I am sorry. More than you can imagine, Anne. There is nothing I value more than your friendship and I just...I just wanted you to know that I understand that we cannot remain friends now."

Anne frowned slightly. "What do you think I am doing here then?" Elizabeth did not reply. "You are so dense, Elizabeth. Do you really believe I am that fickle, that I would just abandon you and dissolve our friendship because you said a few angry words?" She shook her head. "Besides, you did not even know what you were talking about."

Elizabeth sighed with relief. Then, she frowned. "You mean you still want to be friends?"

"Of course, silly," laughed Anne.

"Even though I am a murderess?" Elizabeth mumbled.

"I don't think I like that word," said Anne, smiling slightly. "Murderess...too dramatic for my tastes. Maybe you should say 'killer' or perhaps 'slayer.' Or better yet 'executioner.'"

Elizabeth glared at Anne. "I am being serious, Anne."

"Exactly," said Anne. "Too serious. Elizabeth, you do not understand how ridiculous you sound. No one in their right mind would accuse you of murdering Victor. It is an absurd notion and I worry for your sanity if you insist on believing it."

"Lady Annabelle and Lady Catherine seem to believe it," muttered Elizabeth.

"Again, as I said, no one in their right mind would believe that," Anne spoke with perfect seriousness, and then allowed herself to smile. "If you allow yourself to be swayed by them, I will choke on air."

Elizabeth smiled. "That would be an interesting sight."

"So you will insist on this absurdity just to watch me choke?" Anne said. "I see how it is. This is all a charade to play me for a fool. I bet Darce is in on it, as well. You two had me fooled, but fear not, I shall not be denied my sweet revenge."

Elizabeth shook her head. "Anne, you are impossible."

Anne inclined her head. "Thank you." She looked at Elizabeth. "So, you will stay?"

"Stay at Mr. Darcy's townhouse?" asked Elizabeth.

"No, in the royal palaces," retorted Anne. "Of course at Darce's townhouse!"

"No." There was a conviction and a finality in her voice.

"And here I thought we were making some progress," Anne said wryly. This was going to be more difficult than she had imagined. "So where shall you go?"

"For now, I am returning to Longbourn with my father and Jane."

"And then?" pressed Anne.

Elizabeth looked away. "I do not know."

"When are you leaving?" asked Anne.

"Tomorrow," said Elizabeth. "I want to get away from this place."

"It will not solve anything, you must know that," commented Anne.

"Perhaps not," said Elizabeth. "But at least I shall not have a constant reminder of what went wrong. You do not understand, Anne. Everywhere I turn, I am reminded of Victor. This parlor. He was here that night at dinner. The shops. He was there when we bought my gown. The town is filled with him, Anne. He is everywhere."

Anne stiffened at the mention of his name. "I am sorry that he died, Elizabeth. Truly I am. I know you do not believe me, but I am."

Elizabeth instantly felt guilty. "I know. I never meant to imply otherwise. Last night I was just a little overwhelmed. With Victor's funeral and your mother." She paused. "How was it?"

"How was what?" asked Anne with some confusion.

"His funeral."

Anne looked at him. "He looked so peaceful. So calm. So gentle." She paused. "And I cried."

"Good thing I wasn't there. I don't think I could bear to see him again," said Elizabeth.

"He loved you," said Anne. "Such love is very rare and valuable."

"Do you think I do not know that?" asked Elizabeth.

"I don't know," said Anne. "You do not act as if you do. His love, his sacrifice means nothing if he died in vain. Did he die in vain, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth looked at Anne. "I..." She could not continue.

Anne sighed. "I am sorry. I shall not pressure you."

Elizabeth looked at her friend, gratefully. "Thank you."

"So Jane leaves tomorrow as well? What does Mr. Bingley think about that?"

Elizabeth smiled slightly. "I do not know. I told Jane to stay, but she wants to be with me. I am certain Mr. Bingley will follow us to Longbourn ere long. He shall ask Jane to marry him very soon. It is inevitable. I am surprised it did not happen already. Jane will be very happy."

"Thanks to Darce," Anne reminded her.

Elizabeth frowned. "He was the one who threatened her happiness in the first place."

"True, a lamentable mistake, but he amended it."

Elizabeth sighed. "I do not know where this is going and I do not care to find out."

Anne shook her head. "So you shall leave his life without even a goodbye? Cruel and unusual punishment. He thinks you hate him. He thinks you blame him."

Elizabeth looked at Anne. "But that is absurd."

"Is it?" said Anne. "Then maybe you will tell him, because he certainly will does not believe me."

Elizabeth sighed. "Perhaps it is better that way."

"How?" challenged Anne. "I do not quite follow your reasoning."

"You do not have to," said Elizabeth. Then, she changed the topic. "Did Miss Darcy arrive safely last night?"

"Yes," muttered Anne. "She was tired and went to bed directly. She was still asleep when I left the house this morning. I dare say she is awake now." She paused. "Maybe I should go back now. To keep Georgie company. With Darce brooding all the time, he is not very good company."

Elizabeth only nodded. "Will I see you again?"

"Most definitely," said Anne. Sooner than you imagine.

"Goodbye Anne."

"Goodbye."

~~

"Georgie, come, I was beginning to worry about you." Darcy motioned his sister to join him at the breakfast table.

"I can't believe I slept so much," said Georgiana. She sat down across the table from Darcy and smiled diffidently. "I never sleep so late. I was just tired from the journey, I suppose." She helped herself to some toast. "Is Anne here?"

"No," replied Darcy. "She left quite early. I am not certain where she went." Though I have a fair idea.

"I long to see her again," said Georgiana. "I barely spoke with her last night."

"How did you like the new piano?" asked Darcy with a smile.

"I love it, William, thank you," grinned his sister, her eyes shining. "It was the best birthday present."

"I am glad you liked it, and I know that it did not atone for my absence." Darcy paused. "I truly wished that you could come to town to celebrate your birthday with me. Indeed, there is nothing I would have enjoyed more. But circumstances as they were...it was not feasible."

Georgiana assured him that she understood. She was silent for a moment. "So, what happened?"

"It...it's a long story," said Darcy.

"William, tell me, please?" Georgiana pouted slightly and looked at him with pleading eyes.

Darcy could not refuse. "I suppose you will find out someday, and it is probably better that you hear it from me." Georgiana's interest was piqued. "You know the Miss Bennet I wrote to you about in my letters?" Georgiana nodded. "Well, she is not actually Miss Bennet. She is...was...married to Wickham."

"Oh," Georgiana managed to utter.

"He had married Eliz- Miss Bennet two years ago, and had subsequently left her penniless and destitute. She had returned to Hertfordshire, where I met her. While in Hertfordshire, she received word that Wickham was dead, that he had been killed in a duel. We had no reason to doubt such news, although I should have been more suspicious. It was almost too easy. But, at any rate, I was perfectly gullible and so, we assumed that Wickham was dead."

"And he wasn't?" Georgiana asked.

"No," Darcy shook his head. "It seems that it was just a ploy to fool his creditors. When he saw Miss Bennet in town and found out that she was living here, he realized that it was a golden opportunity to extort money out of me. So, he forced her to leave town with him. He abused her, Georgie. He hit her and she was terrified. But there was nothing I could do to help, nothing but play along with his games."

"So what happened then?"

Darcy put down his coffee and sighed. "Lord Victor Sheffield - he was Anne's friend. His family lives in Kent. He loved Miss Bennet. When he learnt of the danger she was in, he went to Wickham and tried to reason with him. When that did not work, he...he shot Wickham and died in the process."

"Oh my," was Georgiana's remark.

Darcy looked at his sister. "So you see, I could not leave town and I certainly did not wish for you to join us here. If Wickham knew that you were here as well...I don't know, but I could not endanger you in any way." Georgiana was silent, seemingly absorbing the facts. "Georgie? Are you alright?"

Georgiana nodded. "Was he...was he married when he came to Ramsgate?"

"I am afraid so, yes." Darcy nodded. "Oh Georgie, I am so sorry."

"I am fine," she assured him.

"If you wish to talk about this...?" Darcy said.

"No," she said firmly. She looked at him, then said, "I am fine."

Darcy only nodded in response. He watched his sister sip coffee and steadfastly avoid his gaze and he knew that she was not fine as she claimed to be. He could see the hurt, the pain in her eyes and the way she bit her lips. He could see her anxiety in the way she tapped the table. It broke his heart to know that the rascal Wickham caused her so much heartbreak and continued to cause it even after he was gone. And then there was Elizabeth. Deearest, loveliest Elizabeth. What had she done to deserve him? Nothing. She had just loved him and opened her heart to him. And he had not even had the decency to provide for her, care for her. Darcy could not understand how anyone could not care for Elizabeth. It was impossible, in his eyes. I shall never have the chance to...care for her. Darcy had slept very little in the past few days as the dark circles around his eyes attested. He had tossed and turned and come to the conclusion that he would not bother Elizabeth anymore. He would give her what she wanted, which was distance from himself. No matter what Anne said, he knew that was true. Otherwise, she would have spoken to him before she left. Said something or done something to give him hope. There was no hope. Nothing was left. Only the abyss of darkness that was his heart.

"William?"

"Yes?" He returned to the present.

"Do you feel well?" Georgiana seemed concerned.

"Yes," he tried to smile convincingly.

"What happened to Miss Bennet?"

"She left, presumably to Hertfordshire," replied Darcy.

"Presumably? So you have not spoken with her?" asked Georgiana.

"Not very much, no."

Georgiana was silent for a moment. "I wish I could meet her."

"So do I," sighed Darcy. "She is the most marvelous woman you will ever meet." Darcy became more animated as he spoke. "She is fearless, quite unconventional. She has a great sense of humor and a razor sharp wit!" He laughed. "She is an accomplished musician. A very intelligent woman, Georgie. She would like you very much. And you would like her, I am certain. It is a pity that you cannot meet her."

Georgiana watched her brother as he spoke and there was no question in her mind. He was in love. "A pity, indeed," she murmured.

Before Darcy could respond, Anne entered the breakfast parlor. "There is my favorite cousin," she smiled and hugged her cousin. "Good morning, Georgie. I trust you slept well?"

"Yes, thank you," said Georgiana.

"Where were you?" asked Darcy.

"I went to see Elizabeth," Anne informed him.

"Oh." Was all that Darcy said.

Anne looked at him. "Do you wish to know what she said?" Darcy did not respond. "Oh, for heaven's sake! You are dying to know, just admit it!" She sighed. "Fine, I shall tell you anyway. She is leaving for Longbourn tomorrow."

"I see," Darcy tried to appear uninterested.

"You see?" repeated Anne. "Of course you see. You see what you must do."

"And that would be what exactly?" asked Darcy.

"Go to Hertfordshire, of course," replied Anne.

"No," said Darcy.

"No?" Anne raised her eyebrows.

"No," repeated Darcy firmly.

"Fine, have it your way," said Anne. "Just do not play the suffering Romeo in front of me. I have no sympathy or patience for you." Darcy mumbled something about the curse of having unfeeling cousins and with a small smile at Georgiana left the parlor, presumably to escape more of Anne's remarks. She watched him leave and said, "Poor sap. Hopelessly in love with Elizabeth, you know."

"I gathered as much," said Georgiana with a sigh.

"You did, did you?" Anne looked at her cousin with sudden interest, the wheels in her head turning furiously.

"One would have to be blind not to," said Georgiana.

"Indeed," mumbled Anne. "Say, Georgie. How would you like to help Darce?"

"Help him? How?"

Anne's eyes shone. "By getting him to Hertfordshire."

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