Mr. Darcy, Vampyre

Chapter 13

Elizabeth looked wildly about her and there, in the hazy light in the centre of the clearing, she became aware of a figure, a man, who was standing still and silent. He was dressed in satin, wearing a green coat trimmed with gold lace and green breeches sewn with gold thread. On his head he wore a feathered hat and over his face he was wearing a mask. She had seen that mask before, at the ball in Venice and she had seen it again in her dream. It belonged to the man who had taken control of her and who had propelled her into the past.

She felt a sense of horror overwhelming her. The fear crawled up and down her spine and paralysed her will. She could not move; she could only watch as, with dreadful ceremony, he made her a low bow and then removed his mask.

She knew him now, not the Prince as she had feared, but the Prince’s guest. He had been with her in the library when she had found the book of engravings, when the walls had started to melt.

She stared at him with awe-filled dread. He was terrible in his beauty, his face shining with a dreadful radiance. His features were as smooth as if they had been carved from marble, rigid and full of cold perfection.

He lifted a hand and beckoned her and the door opened of its own accord. Like a dreamer she stepped out of the carriage and crossed the forest floor until she reached him. He took her hand and kissed it in a mockery of a courteous greeting.

Strains of unearthly music began to reach her ears and the forest began to dissolve. The trees were replaced by marble columns and the clearing gave way to a ballroom floor. He took her in his arms and whirled her round in a waltz, and then the ballroom dissolved and they were on the streets of Venice, with revellers laughing and running past them amidst torchlight and gondolas and canals. And then the streets of Venice winked out and they were in the forest again, just the two of them, with the carriage and the servants vanished.

‘Please allow me to introduce myself,’ he said, bowing low over her hand. ‘It is an honour to meet you, Mrs Darcy. But what is this? You do not return my greeting.’

‘I do not know your name,’ she said, finding that her mouth, at least, was her own.

‘Then I must tell it to you. I am called many things by many people, but you may call me husband.’

‘I already have a husband,’ she replied.

He gave an unnatural smile.

‘You have nothing. You have a man who is afraid to touch you. He has married you but he has not bedded you. He is no husband to you.’

‘What do you want with me?’ she asked.

‘I want nothing but to make you happy,’ he said in a whisper as he walked round her, trailing his hand across her shoulders. ‘I want to give you your heart’s desire. You are so beautiful,’ he said as he stopped in front of her, lifting his cold white hand and stroking her hair, then running his fingers down her cheek and across her lips, trailing rivers of ice down her spine.

‘Who are you?’ she asked, appalled.

‘I have already told you,’ he said, resting his hand on her shoulder and bending his head towards her throat.

‘What are you?’ she asked.

‘I am vampyre,’ he said. ‘Oldest of the old, most ancient of an ancient line. I am fear and dread.’

She began to tremble. She wanted to run but she could not move. She was held rigid by his will.

‘So beautiful,’ he said reverently, as his head moved ever nearer her throat. ‘So ripe, so rich, so full of life; so vital, so healthy, so bloody.’

He bent his head and his teeth grazed her skin…

…and a voice rang out threateningly across the clearing.

‘Step away from her.’

Elizabeth turned to see Darcy springing into the clearing with a look of fury on his face.

‘Let her go,’ Darcy snarled, ‘she is mine.’

The vampyre was amused.

‘Yours?’ he said mockingly. ‘She is not yours. You have not had the strength to take her. There is no smell of you in her blood, there are no signs of you on her body.’

‘Step away from her,’ said Darcy, threateningly.

The vampyre’s mockery left him, to be replaced an accursed and sinister manner.

‘Do not attempt to come between me and what is rightfully mine,’ he said.

His voice was full of menace and with the menace came the storm. Black clouds blew up from nowhere. They sped across the sky at a ghastly rate, boiling and rolling with hideous malevolence as they ate up the sky and consumed the stars and a terrible power was revealed. It roared around the clearing, unspeakable in its dreadfulness, an appalling, unnameable entity; something vile and grotesque and old.

Darcy recoiled from the tumult and the vampyre smiled.

‘Oh, yes, you know me now,’ he said, and his voice was as vile as the storm.

‘No. It can’t be,’ said Darcy in fear and loathing. ‘You’re dead! The mob ferreted you out of your ruin and destroyed you.’

‘A creature of my age does not die lightly, whatever your friends might think.’

‘But they came on you with torches when you were too weak even to feed—’

‘They came upon me in my helplessness and they laughed at me,’ he said. ‘They knew that my children had abandoned me and that I could not defend myself. They drew near me, fearful and wondering, and when they took no hurt they grew bold.

‘“Send him to the guillotine!” they cried. “Let him see that she too has fangs!”

‘And therein lay their mistake. They took me to a place of carnage and it fed me through the skin. When I grew strong I rose above them, borne aloft on mighty wings. They froze before me in horror, afraid at what they had done, and then I fell amongst them, drinking with greedy pleasure. Long I drank, slaking my thirst, and as I did so my skin revived and my bones returned to strength until I was restored to some semblance of youth and vigour.

‘At last I had done. I left that place of carnage and returned to life in all its glorious wonder. To Paris I went, and to my familiar haunts, partaking of all my familiar pleasures. And what did I find? That there had been a bride in our family, but she had been kept from me, instead of being sent to me, as was my right. You see, I still have some friends who will tell me of these things. My first thought was to take her; but I longed for the thrill of the chase. So I watched her and I followed her. My good friends, who are loyal to me, helped me in my endeavours. And now I am here to claim my rights. I am here for my droit de seigneur.’

‘No!’ said Darcy.

‘No? You say it as though there is a choice. Every vampyre bride must come to me. She must be mine before she can feel her husband’s touch.’

‘Never!’ said Darcy. ‘Let her go.’

‘Why? So that you can enjoy her?’ he said with a diabolical smile. ‘You do not know how. You are weak, Darcy. She was eager for you, wanting you, needing you, but your conscience forbade you to taste of her. Mine has no such qualms.’

‘You have no conscience,’ said Darcy with a snarl, leaping forward and baring his fangs.

Memories cascaded through her mind: of her time in the library when the room was changing, and the door was opening and there was Darcy—surprised, at first, then angry, and then terrible.

Now she knew why she had fainted: because when he had let out a snarl, she had seen him for what he was. She had discovered his terrible secret and the shock of it had been too much for her. But it was not too much for her now.

She ran to the side of the clearing and stood, out of the way, amongst the trees as Darcy lunged forward. A wind blew up from nowhere and he had to struggle to move, but he fought it steadily and moved inexorably forwards, towards the ancient vampyre. Then the wind intensified and he could no longer force his way against it; it was all he could do to stand. There was a moment of stillness when he could not go forward and the wind could not push him back, then he began to move forward again. But the wind suddenly gusted, whipping him from his feet and flinging him back across the clearing until he crashed into a tree. It cracked and splintered with a tearing sound and he slid down the trunk, dazed. The vampyre leapt towards him, carried aloft by the terrible wind, and, seizing him by his coat, picked him up in one hand whilst reaching for his throat with the other.

‘No!’ cried Elizabeth, as the vampyre’s hand found purchase… and then suddenly the ancient vampyre screamed, a hideous sound, and he dropped Darcy to the ground as his hand began to burn. Clouds of black smoke billowed upwards and spiralled into the heaving sky.

‘Aaargh!’ he screamed in horror, folding in on himself, his hand still pouring forth clouds of smoke.

Elizabeth ran to Darcy, who was picking himself up rapidly from the forest floor, and hand in hand they ran to his horse, which stood rolling its eyes in fear. He lifted her into the saddle and mounted behind her, untangling the reins from the branch of the tree and giving the beast its head.

It needed no urging. The hate and horror filling the clearing was driving every living thing away. Birds rose from the trees, screeching and screaming as they darted off in hectic flight; animals scuttled from their burrows; worms left their holes in the earth. The ground was alive with living things swarming out of the clearing.

The horse ran, jumping streams and ditches, weaving between trees, lacing in and out of hollows. On it went, until the trees fell behind and the lanes were ahead; then on through fields and olive groves, on to the sea and along the coast; on until it came to a valley that nestled between green hills, with the sea on one side and the countryside on the other. And there, nestled in a hollow, was a small, square house, and for this, Darcy made.

They approached it via a quiet country lane and went in through wrought iron gates which swung open to Darcy’s touch.

‘A hunting lodge,’ said Elizabeth, as the horse slowed to a trot and they rode up the drive. ‘Is it yours?’

‘Yes,’ he said.

Elizabeth let out a sigh and leaned back against him as the fear rushed out of her.

They came to a halt in front of the lodge. Darcy dismounted and lifted Elizabeth out of the saddle, and she slid gratefully to the ground. Neither of them spoke of the revelation; it was as yet too terrible to be discussed. Beside her, the horse trembled. It had carried them for many miles and it was covered in sweat.

‘I will have to take care of the horse,’ said Darcy, ‘I have no grooms here who are capable of seeing to his needs.’

Elizabeth nodded in understanding.

‘Go in,’ he said, then added, with a smile, ‘There is someone inside you will be pleased to see.’

Elizabeth climbed the steps and went through the heavy front door. As she entered the hall, a woman was running down the stairs and to her delight she saw that it was her maid.

‘Annie!’ she exclaimed.

‘Oh, Ma’am, you’re safe!’ said Annie.

‘And you!’ said Elizabeth. ‘I have been so worried about you. When I found the letters I feared the worst.’

‘And I you… but you look fit to drop. Here is the sitting room,’ she said, going over to the door and opening it, ‘I will bring you some tea. I never thought to find any in Italy, but the master has it specially brought here. It was his valet who told me.’

Elizabeth went into the small but cheerful sitting room. There was little furniture, only a threadbare sofa and a few battered but comfortable-looking chairs. She did not sit down, having spent a great deal of time in the saddle, but stood by the window, letting her eyes wander as her mind tried to make sense of all it had learnt.

Annie returned with the tea.

‘It doesn’t taste as good as at home, but it’s hot and will put new strength into you,’ she said.

Elizabeth took it gratefully. After two cups she felt sufficiently refreshed to ask, ‘What happened to you, Annie?’

Annie needed no second bidding.

‘It was when you gave me the letter to post, just after you had fainted, that’s when it all began,’ Annie said. ‘I took it downstairs and gave it to one of our footmen and he said that he would see it was posted, but I happened to turn back a minute later, meaning to ask him when it would go to the post, and I saw him tucking it into his coat. I was about to say, “What do you think you are doing?” when I stopped short. He was looking round him all furtive like and I thought to myself, there’s something going on. I shrank back so he wouldn’t see me, then I followed him to see what he’d do with it so as I could get it back. He went to his room with it and a minute later he came out again. Well, it wasn’t difficult to see he must have hidden it there, so I waited until he’d gone and then I went into his room and looked through his cupboards until I found it. I’ll never forget seeing it lying there, because it wasn’t on its own; it was on top of a pile of your other letters, all tied up in a neat bundle.’

‘Was it the footman we hired in Paris, when our own footman was taken ill?’ said Elizabeth.

‘That was him. One of our own men would never have done such a thing. Well, I put the letters in my apron pocket and came to find you to tell you all about it, but then I saw you were with the Prince I hesitated. I didn’t trust the Prince, Ma’am. There were rumours about him in the servants’ hall. They said he’d inherited the villa from a cousin of his, but the cousin had died suddenly. One minute he was hale and hearty and the next he was dead. It was given out he’d met with an accident, but no one saw the body and no one saw the accident either, and they should have done, for there were villagers on the road at the time. Then the Prince showed up and claimed everything. There was talk he’d murdered his cousin for the inheritance, poisoning him most likely, and hiding the body. They said in the servants’ hall that the Prince had a friend who was much, much worse, and it was probably him who was behind it all. I paid them no notice to begin with, I thought it was just idle chatter, but once I found your letters I got to thinking. The footman wouldn’t have taken them on his own; why would he? So someone must have paid him to do it, and the only person who might do such a thing that I could see was the Prince.’

‘So you made an excuse about the handkerchiefs to make sure I would look in the valise,’ said Elizabeth.

‘Yes, Ma’am. It was the best I could think of at the time. I went back to your room and put them in your valise, but as I closed it I heard footsteps coming along the corridor. I don’t mind telling you, it was a nasty moment when they stopped outside the door, and when the door handle turned I took fright and so I slipped through the interconnecting door into Mr Darcy’s room. It’s a good thing I did. I heard the footman go into the room with the coachman and from what they said I knew they were looking for me. They didn’t want me to help you.

‘Then one of them walked over to the connecting door and locked it, “So we won’t be disturbed,” he said. You’re too late for that, I thought, I’ve heard every word.

‘I thought it best for me to stay there until Mr Darcy returned, but the coachman was laughing at the footman for locking the door and saying there was no danger from that quarter, the Prince had men waiting for Mr Darcy by the stables.

‘I didn’t know what to do for the best, but you seemed safe enough for the time being so I thought I ought to warn Mr Darcy. I waited for him some way down the drive from the stables and told him what had happened. He said not to worry, he would take care of you, and then he told me to go to the hunting lodge with his valet, his valet would know the way. He said I should send a message to his valet by one of our grooms. I did as he said, and here we are.’

‘And what of the rest of the entourage?’ asked Elizabeth. ‘Where are they?’

‘Gone back to Venice, to the palazzo, on orders from the master,’ said Annie. ‘I never was more glad to see anyone than I was to see you when you rode up to the lodge.’

‘And I am here now, safe, thanks to you,’ said Elizabeth. ‘Without your help…’ She shuddered.

‘It doesn’t bear thinking about,’ said Annie.

‘No, it doesn’t,’ said Elizabeth. ‘I can never thank you enough.’

‘I’m just pleased you’re safe, Ma’am.’

Annie took the tray of tea back to the kitchen and Elizabeth sat at last on the sofa, but she was too restless to sit for long. It had all been such a nightmare: the carriage ride, the man in the mask, and then the sight of Darcy with… of Darcy with… with fangs.

All the stories she had heard about vampyres, whispered in tones of laughing horror, so strange and odd and unbelievable in Meryton, now took on new shades of dread and terror. She knew now why Darcy had never come to her. She knew the secret that lay between them, the truth he dare not tell.

What a strange fate was hers, to meet a man she took in dislike, then to have to change all her opinions about him and realise she loved him, and then to find out he was a creature of the night. And, perhaps, fate had not done with her yet.

The door clicked and she looked up. Darcy was standing in the doorway.

He was the same and yet different. He was dishevelled from his long ride. He had removed his coat and he was dressed in his breeches with his ruffled white shirt, damp from his exertions, untucked. His hair was wild and his eyes were haunted. He stood before her, completely vulnerable as though he did not know whether he would be welcome or not, and impulsively she held out a hand to him. He struggled with himself for a moment and then restraint broke and he strode across the room towards her, looking deep into her eyes as though he would read the answer to the mysteries of the universe there. Then he put his hand behind her head and kissed her with fierce abandon, dissolving and merging with her… until he bit her lip and unleashed a drop of blood. His whole body jolted as though it had been run through with electricity and there was a change in him, a roaring surge of hunger, an ache of primal need, and he sprang back from her in torment.

‘What have I done?’ he said in horror. ‘Oh, my love, what have I done to you? I’ve frightened you. You’re shaking.’ He stepped forward to comfort her, then stopped himself by an effort of will and forced himself back. ‘I never meant it to be like this. I thought you need never know, I thought I could keep it from you, I thought we could be happy, and perhaps, if things had been different, if they had been what I thought they were… but I should not have taken the risk, I should never have dragged you into this nightmare. I’m so sorry, Elizabeth. I wanted you so much that I fooled myself into thinking it was possible. But it isn’t. It can never be.’

‘Darcy—’

‘I have wanted to tell you so many times. When you asked me what was wrong I tried to tell you, but I could never find the words, and even if I had found them, I would not have had the right to rob you of your safe and familiar world. How could I plunge you into a world of such nightmares? A deeper, darker world where creatures stalk the night? I never meant to hurt you. I never meant you to know. I never wanted to do this to you, to make you afraid, to see you tremble…’

‘I’m not shaking with fear, I’m shaking with relief,’ she said with a catch in her throat. ‘If you only knew what I have been thinking, the dark thoughts that have plagued my soul. I thought it was something far, far worse. I thought you didn’t love me.’

He looked at her in bewilderment. ‘You thought I didn’t love you?’ He stood, astonished. Then he closed the gap between them in one stride and ran his hands through her hair. ‘I love you to distraction. I thought I would go mad, being with you every day but never able to touch you. If you only knew how I have longed to do this, to feel your skin, to run my fingers through your hair and over your face, to feel you, touch you, be with you… but I couldn’t, I couldn’t. It was different when we married. I thought that as long as I didn’t bite you that you would never turn, and that I could hide my nature from you; that we could live together at Pemberley and that you need never know. But then I found out on our wedding day that there was a chance, just a chance, that I would turn you if I claimed you, that you might become a vampyre if I truly made you my wife.’

‘The look of torment,’ said Elizabeth, remembering. ‘That was what caused it.’

‘Yes.’

‘It was one of the messages,’ she said, realising it must be so.

‘Yes, it was slipped in with the messages of congratulation. I did not know at the time if it was true. It could just have been a cruel hoax, designed to destroy my marriage, but I had to find out for sure. And so that is why I took you to Europe, to consult more widely with people who might know.’

‘And did they know?’

‘No, my love. No one knows for certain. Whilst there is a chance I will turn you we can never be together. This must be our last kiss. If I have to be with you, day after day, sooner or later my self-control will slip, and you may end up like me, a creature of the night. You have to get away from me.’

‘No,’ she said resolutely. ‘I will never leave you. We are together for ever. Whatever happens, there is only one place I want to be, and that is with you.’

He took her palm and kissed it, sending hot shivers up her arm. Her eyelids drooped and her limbs felt heavy and languorous. She felt rather than saw him lean towards her, and she became very still as she sensed a predatory animal close to her. She instinctively inclined her head, exposing her throat. She knew in some tiny corner of her mind that it was dangerous, but she no longer cared. She felt his breath as his mouth moved towards the graceful arc of her neck and then the soft touch of his lips on her skin and she was held, mesmerised, knowing that if he should bite her, she would be unable to resist.

His hand brushed tiny tendrils of hair away from her neck and his lips found her flesh again and he let out a murmur and her blood responded, coursing through her veins. Then the twigs on the fire shifted and the sound broke the spell and he lifted his mouth from her neck, slowly and unwillingly, pulling himself away from her with every ounce of his strength, his hands lingering on her shoulders until, with a groan he wrenched them away. His eyes were full of pain and his body was contorted with agony, but he forced himself to walk over to the far side of the fireplace where he collapsed into a chair out of temptation’s way. Elizabeth, her senses unclouding as he moved away, sank back on her heels.

‘That is why you must get away,’ he said, his voice low and haunted. ‘We vampyres are compelling. If I lose control, you will have no choice but to surrender. If only—but of what use are if onlys now? I let her do this to me; it is done.’

‘You said something like it once before,’ said Elizabeth, remembering the time he had spoken in such a way, as they had been running from the Count’s castle. ‘Did someone turn you into a vampyre? Is that what you are speaking of? Do you mean that you were not always this way? That there was a time when you were once human?’

‘Yes, there was, long ago.’

‘How did it happen?’ she asked.

He said nothing.

‘I want to know,’ she said.

‘Very well. You deserve that much. But you are cold,’ he said as she shivered. ‘You need a hot meal.’ He rang the bell and one of the lodge servants answered. Darcy gave him some instructions and the man bowed and departed. ‘We will eat first, and then I will tell you everything.’