Disclaimer: I own nothing. (wish I did.) This story will probably be out of character, but I personally believe that Miss Bingley was just trying to make Darcy fall in love with her. The story will begin not long after the engagament and will probably end in the wedding. Please don't flame if you don't like the story.

Chapter 1.

He was getting married. He, the love of her life, the one person she had ever considered giving her hand and love to was marrying somebody so very much beneath him.

Click, click, click.

Her shoes made echoing noises as she walked through Pemberley. Merely a week after Darcy had proposed to Elizabeth Bennet she and her brother had come to stay at Pemberley, with his fiancé, Jane Bennet.

She didn't mind Jane, really she didn't, her brother could have done much better, but she could accept that Jane would become her sister. Elizabeth, on the other hand, deserved nothing of the sort. She was unworthy of Darcy.

I hate her. How dare she just waltz into a society she doesn't deserve and take the only person I have ever loved.

She loved her sister and, rather grudgingly, her brother too. They were after all her only family. Once upon a time Darcy could have also been in that family as well, but now...

Damn her. Click, click, click.

The two couples had been so loved up that night that Caroline had to leave the room at one point for the sake of her sanity. Louisa had stayed at Netherfield with her own husband so that left Caroline with two people she thought were so perfect they couldn't be true, one person she loathed with a vengeance, another that she loved more that life itself and only Georgiana for sanity.

But now she had decided to prove to all of them that she did love him more than life itself. She wondered vaguely if it would be worth it. Was he worth that to her.?

Yes. She had loved him since the moment she had met him and she would love him until the day she died, even if it happened to be tonight. Tonight was the last night she would ever have to suffer the knowledge that her Mr Darcy was to wed Elizabeth.

Click, click, click.

She had reached her destination. The room that the old Mrs Darcy had written her letters in. With no view of the lake, nobody could see her from any window. She felt a single tear fall down her cheek and she reached the desk to write a letter, she supposed it was what she should do.

Dearest Darcy,
I tried my hardest to make you love me, but I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried and how much I wanted you to. I must have gone about it the wrong way, I tried to be the society woman you always seemed to want, but you never looked twice. I wish I knew what Elizabeth Bennet had that enchanted you so, was it truly her eyes.? They were indeed beautiful, but how could they entice a man such as you so easily.? You who always demanded the very best of everything. When we left the Hertfordshire ladies I thought it was only a matter of time, but I was very foolish to believe that. Enjoy your life as make it a good one. I wish you only the best of happiness my darling.
All my love,
Caroline.

And there she sat, for a long time, staring out of the window as the orange light arrived on the horizon and her face was wet form silent tears. She left the room for the deep lake outside. At least drowning meant that her body and features would be preserved, and she was a vain creature if nothing else.