Chapter 1: "First Impressions"

"Charm was a scheme for making strangers like and trust a person immediately, no matter what the charmer had in mind." -Kurt Vonnegut

Elizabeth was one and twenty years old, when her parent's died in an accident. Now, she was all alone in the world, there was not a single person, who she could call him/her "family", she was an orphan. Perhaps there are those who are able to go about their lives unfettered by such concerns. But for those like them, their fate is to face the world with solitude, chasing through long years the shadows of vanished parents. There is nothing for it but to try and see through their missions to the end, as best they can, for until they do so, they will be permitted no calm.

She was forced to live on her own, with her beloved parents existing on in her memories. She was not going to see them ever again, not able to touch of laugh with them for the rest of her life. There were many nights she could not close her eyes and fall asleep or breath from crying, there were many days as well, in which she had not seen the sunlight. She used to spend most of her days locked up in her room, reading a book, trying to forget all the misfortunes that had come to her.

Now, she must live with some people she did not know or heard of them before. Fitzwilliam and Georgiana Darcy was her family now and her home was not longer a lovely house in Longburn, it was a grand estate called Pemberley. Darcy was a distant cousin of Elizabeth, his father related to Mr. Bennet, and he was the only relative she now had. He proved to be not so friendly or compassionate and most likely she was going to dislike him, if she already had not. It was the letter, he said her few days ago "As for you have no other place to stay, I am obliged to tell you that you are welcome here". The man certainly had no feelings and he seemed miserably disagreeable, even from his style of writing. But, she did not have to like him to stay with him, for she had nowhere to go. It was going to be hard, to tolerate someone for the rest of your life, awful in the same way, but that was the designs fate had planned for her and she had no other option.

Elizabeth was frozen, she even forgot to breathe when she stepped out of the carriage and faced the grant estate, but grant was certanly not the description she would use. The place was marvelous and there was no doubt about that. But before she could start observing it, a deep voice behind her, interrupted her from her dream.

"You are here, at last" said a tall man, standing right behind her. His voice was harsh, as though he was angry and his expression could not be understood from Elizabeth. She opened her mouth to speak, but immediately she closed it again. He had something unpleasant on his face, but his features were very gentle and soft, he was handsome. Elizabeth, who had decided that she was not going to fancy him, so she rested on the fact that the most beautiful thing upon him was his blue icy eyes, but she knew deep in her heart that was not true. But, hearts can be deceived, it is the minds that do not change. "I am Fitzwilliam Darcy" he paused as he took a deep breath "your cousin."

"I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, cousin" she replied with bitterness in her voice, as she saw a servant taking her things inside the house.

"Let us go inside" he said and without taking a further look upon her form, he walked towards the house, in the same way like horses walked, proudly. Elizabeth, who tried so hard not to laugh as she realized the similarity, she followed him.

The house, now her house as well, had not fitted the description she had done when she first saw the outside. Marvellous did not fit at all. The inside was more majestic than anything she had ever seen in her entire life. But, before she could observe better the hall, she heard some quick footsteps approaching and she quickly strained herself. In a second, a young lady stepped out of a room and walked towards them. She had gold hair, a very elegant form and she walked with grace, not proudly at all.

"This is my sister, Miss Georgiana Darcy" he said in the same tone as the first time he adressed to her.

Georgiana immediately approached Elizabeth too close and for one second she got frightened. But, instead the young lady hugged Elizabeth with all her strength. "I am so glad that you are going to stay with us".

Elizabeth immediately smiled, giving her the most beautiful smile she could have. Georgiana seemed so kind and gentle and she certainly possesed a good beart, not like her brother, who was stiff and proud. Because, Elizabeth believed in first impressions, for they stayed in your mind no matter how hard you tried to change them. There was always a part of them, which did not fade or could be forgotten. Finally, she spoke "Thank you"

"Come on" the young lady spoke again and grabbed Elizabeth's hand "let me show you the house." But, before she could say another word, the two ladies were in the staircase already, leaving the great Fitzwilliam Darcy speechless.

As the ladies were disappeared from his sight, he took some quick steps and deep breaths. He was suprised how warmly her sister received their cousin and even more gladly surpised how she seemed to like her. He knew that Georgiana was a gentle and friendly person, but he could not possible believe that she could welcome a stanger in that way. Because, Elizabeth Bennet was a stranger, at least that was how Darcy saw her.

This is the first chapter of my story, sorry for it's legth, I know it is short but I promise that the next one won't be. I hope that you like it, because I really do like the prospect of it. Tell me what you think, because I really need your opinion. Should I continue?