Mrs Darcy (Complete)

Chapter 3

After receiving the unwanted attention for my family and everyone else present in the room, I started making my way up the huge staircase to my bedroom on the second floor of the mansion. I heard the dining room door close as I passed the first corner on the stairs and stopped to wait and see who it was who. I was surprised to see Fitzwilliam's dark coat and hair at the bottom of the staircase, then I continued l up the stairs as he pursued me. "Miss Baasch?" I heard him call after me just before I tripped up the stairs. "Miss Baasch, do you feel alright?" He asked me, not knowing that I was on the floor.

I picked up my skirts and started walking up the stairs again. "I'm not infected Fitz, so don't begin your interrogations" I replied bluntly, reaching the first floor of the grand house. I turned down the left corridor and walked toward the north wing where mine and Annabelle's bedroom was.

"Are you sure? That is a nasty cough you have there. Please let me just--"

I cut him off and spun around in the middle of the hallway. "No, Mr Darcy. I have been polite all afternoon, but now I need to retire" I replied rather forcefully. "Thank you very much for your concern, but I assure you I am quite fine. Good day, sir" I said, curtsied and turned around to proceed to my room.

"My question earlier..." He said and made me stop and listen, but I didn't turn around which I knew always frustrated him. I heard slow footsteps approaching me. "The one which requires a one word answer..."

I furrowed my brows, knowing of only a few questions in the word which he would ask to require a one word answer. Finally, I turned around and faced the younger Mr Darcy with my eyes closed. I didn't flinch when our noses touched or when I could feel his breath on my cheeks. This was the game he used to play on me whenever I was mad at him, and it drove me absolutely crazy every time. "Mr Darcy, it is advised that a gentleman should keep his distance of a lady until they are properly acquainted" I swallowed hard and slowly opened my eyes to see a pair of dark brown devilish eyes gazing back at me, half in anguish and half in hope.

"Then clearly I am not a gentleman if we have been acquainted for 7 years, Miss Baasch" He replied in a quieter voice and touched his fingertips against the skin of my arms, slowly gliding up my skin toward my shoulders. "I would say we were more than acquainted... wouldn't you?" He questioned.

Something caught my eye in the window and I suddenly became alarmed, but didn't show it in my face. "I though this place was suppose to be the safest in Hertfordshire?" I said.

"It is" Darcy replied, as his fingers reached my elbows and began guiding themselves back down toward my hands.

I was so distracted as I spoke. "Then why is there a zombie in the gardens?" I asked, now a little scared as I watched the zombie twist and crack in different places.

Mr Darcy slowly looked into my terrified eyes, then turned to face the window I was looking at and saw the servant hobbling about in the long grass near my garden. In a flash, he started walking rather quickly to the stairs as I started thinking how the zombie could have gotten into such a secure place. The footsteps of Darcy were gone in a second and I watched from the same window as he marched out into the gardens and quickly beheaded the zombie who didn't make one move against him or even register that the man was in front of him.

"Well, I thought he'd never leave" A woman said behind me as I watched Fitzwilliam walk back toward the house.

"Neither did I" I replied, my feelings suddenly becoming deeper for the younger Mr Darcy.

"It's an amazing thing to think about, isn't it..." The woman behind me said as I turned around slowly to look at her. She was a zombie. "... the feelings of the human mind. And the sudden urge to want to be with someone" The zombie woman said to me, whilst slowly walking toward me.

I remained calm and acted like I was listening to her, nodding my head and blinking quickly. But I didn't think she was convinced. I didn't reach of the knife in my garter, the small musket under my dress on my thigh or make any defensive moves in the hope that the woman wouldn't do anything back to me.

"Do you want to be with Mr Darcy, my dear?" She asked me, now about and arms length away from me. Her face was half covered in blood and half beautiful, an eye was missing and her hair was messed up and hanging from her head in long dreads. She must have been a traveller before she was bitten. I couldn't take it anymore and I didn't know how to answer the undead woman, so I backed away from her and revealed my small musket, aiming it at her head. She didn't do anything in response, except stop moving. "Do it, please. End this life" She said to me. "DO IT!"

I pulled the trigger and blew her head off. Blood covered the walls and windows and was all over me. I felt sick. She was one of only a few zombies whom I chad ever killed at point blank range. Suddenly, the corridor behind me was filled with the sound of rushing footsteps as my vision was becoming blurry and my feet were off balance and the next thing I felt were two strong arms beneath me as I fainted.