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Darcy wanted to smack the railing but a scinester chuckle behind him startled him.
"Hello" said Wickham, nonchalantly standing by Darcy, standing on the place that Lizzie had just momentarily left.
"Hi" answered Darcy curtly. Crap. There were no other words that could express what he was feeling currently. Wickham had seen them. He couldn't deal with Lizzie now.
"Is that all?" asked Darcy, piercing him with his eyes after a few moments of deafening silence.
"I must ask you that very same question, Mr. Darcy" answered Wickham, with a sly smile.
"Goodnight" answered Darcy pithily, walking away.
"I won't tell anymore" shouted Wickham, "For a price"
"Of course" mumbled Darcy, was he going to make a deal with the devil?
"I want to direct the spring ballet this year. And I want my indiscretions to be ignored" he added with a w ink.
Darcy raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "Goodnight" he added curtly and continued walking away.
"Is that a yes?" shouted Wickham, smiling widely.
"Do I have a choice?" mumbled Darcy, hating being at the mercy of Wickham.
"No—you don't" he answered, taking in a breath of fresh air. Life was good.
Lizzie tried to go on point but she could not. Her foot kept trembling as her mind kept drifting.
"Urgh" she grunted, looking at herself in the mirror. The faint light reflected a worn out, beautifully dressed, woman. Her eyes were saddened—glistening with fresh tears.
She had gone straight to the one place that usually gave her comfort…but now, it just brought memories of him. She grabbed onto the bar and eloquently waved her arm in the air, leaning backwards. Inhaling and exhaling, she repeating this, till she felt at ease.
"That piece of—"
"—excuse me?" asked Mr. Wickham, with a wicked smile on his face. "Why aren't you at the party, dearest Lizzie?"
"Oh, Mr. Wickham" muttered Lizzie, straightening up, "I was…just need, some air" she said, gulping uncomfortable.
"You still owe me a dance" he said, staring intently into her eyes and getting closer. Without waiting for her to respond, he reached for her waist and brought her close to him.
"There is no music" said Lizzie, thinking of an excuse to leave his grasp.
"Let your mind create its own music" he whispered, reaching for her hands and placing them on his neck.
A loud noise disturbed them and Lizzie looked towards the door only to see the back of Mr. Darcy, walking rapidly away. She instantly let go of Mr. Wickham, staring at the door.
"I'm sorry, I must go" she muttered, leaving him behind. He watched her leave smiling…Mr. Darcy had seen them. Revenge never tasted this good.
Lizzie instantly followed his path—unsure of why her feet were leading her that way. For once, she was following her heart...
As she turned down the corridor, her rapid pace was interrupted by sobs.
"Jane?" said Lizzie, looking at her beloved sister crying in a corner of the hallway.
"Oh Lizzie" she murmured, hugging her tightly. "I hate for you to see me like this"
"Mr. Bingley" stuttered Jane, "Does not love me. He just wanted what every other guy has tried to get"
"Oh Jane!" said Lizzie, comforting her sister. This seemed odd. His eyes were always glue towards the direction of Jane—shining with admiration and love.
"How did you find out?" asked Lizzie, the skeptical part of her protesting.
"Caroline told me that—"
"—that cow lied!" interrupted Lizzie. "I am sure of it!"
"Ah Lizzie, Caroline wouldn't do that and it does not matter what you think. It is over" answered Jane in her sweet voice. "I need to go lie down"
The rage she had felt towards Darcy earlier was now refueled. He was surely behind this. She had seen the way Caroline and Darcy murmured about Jane while Mr. Bingley was with her.
A/N: what should happen next?