All right, so shoot me, I took a much longer break than expected. It's given me time to write muchos amounts of chapters, so you can all put away your guns and nooses because I'm seriously doing some major updating and hope to finish most of my fics before school starts.
So, here's the next chap. Chapter 4 Edward
"Jack, I need your help!" Will found Jack at the reception once he could get away from Elizabeth.
"Why?"
"Something's wrong."
"Already? You've only been married for a few hours." Jack grinned at him twirling a glass of champane in his hand.
"Not that." Will answered quickly, pulling Jack by the arm, away from the crowd of people and under that shade of an archway covered in flowers. "That man," he pointed to Edward, conversing with Governor Swann and Commodore, "wants something with Elizabeth, but I don't know what. Could you go and engage him in a conversation, pointing to why he's here?"
Jack looked at him disbeleivingly. "I don't know Will. I think I've met him before, he seems familiar. He might know me too well."
"Jack please." Will begged him. "If you've seen him before or you know him, that's definately a bad sign. I just want to know what his intentions are."
"There you are." Elizabeth commented as Will took her by surprise and slid his arms around her waist. "Where have you been?"
"Dealing with Jack." He whispered in her ear.
The women that she had been talking with giggled and whispered behind their fans to one another.
Will smiled at them before they walked off to leave he and Elizabeth alone.
Elizabeth turned her head to the side to look at him and he swept his lips upon hers.She turned around in his grasp and deepened the kiss, Will's hands remaining on her waist. But their moment of bliss was short lived.
"Beth!" Edward called.
Elizabeth drew away from Will slowly and turned to walk away. But he caught her hand and she turned to look back at him.
"Anything that he has to say to you, he can say infront of me." He whispered to her.
"Beth." Edward repeated himself as he neared much closer to them. "I wonder if I might have a private word?" His eyes flew from hers to Will's. Will put his arm around Elizabeth, resting his hand on her waist.
Edward seemed to notice this and stared Will straight in the eyes. They seemed to be having a staring contest until finally Edward broke his glance and turned his greenish-gray eyes to Elizabeth. Will disliked how Edward was looking at her and wished that he could pull her away, but he reminded himself of the image that he was to keep up if he was ever going to spy on Edward secretly.
"May I?" Edward offered her his arm and Elizabeth looked back at Will, a questioning look on her face.
Will sighed and nodded to let her know that he was fine with her going. He kissed her on the side of the face before she took Edward's arm and walked away. As he watched them go he felt a strange guilt in his gut.
"What is it that is so important that you could not say infront of my husband? Edwar-"
"I love you."
"What?" Elizabeth pulled away from Edward's arm and stared at him disbeleivingly.
"I love you." He repeated and crossed the distance between them and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I always have. Ever since I left you in England."
She had a strange feeling that someone was watching them. She couldn't see anyone because they were near the jungle and it was begining to get darker but she knew that there was someone watching them from a distance. It wasn't an evil feeling, but comforting. The person watching was there to protect her, she could feel it.
"Beth, please." Edward cupped her face in his hands.
"Don't touch me!" She shouted at him, pulling away. She longed for a weapon to use against him, but she had nothing but her fan. Which wouldn't hurt, due to the fact that it was made of feathers. But she took her fan out, none the less.
"I'm married." She insisted as Edward took a step closer to her. He grabbed her wrist and she tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron. She felt very scared as she realized that this man could hold her down and seriously hurt her.
"Edward, let go of me!"
He yanked her towards him by the arm and kissed her.
She screamed but it was muffled by his lips upon hers. She sttemped wacking him with her fan, until finally she went to her last resort. She bit down hard on his lip and he let out a fierce yell.
"Damn you!" He shouted.
She wished that they were nearer to the reception so that someone would hear them, but they weren't near it at all.
Edward spat the blood from his mouth and she took the opportunity to run.
But Edward reached out and grabbed her arm and began dragging her backwards into the jungle. She countered back at him with a punch that directly hit him in the nose.
"You wench!" He shouted aggravated.
She didn't stop, she fought as hard as possible to pull her arm free, but when he didn't release her, she kneed him. Finally he released his hold on her and fell to the grass with a dull moan.
Elizabeth turned to run and felt him tug at the skirts of her dress. Grabbing her skirts she pulled them from his hands and ran back to the reception, not realizing the glistening item that she had left on the ground.
"Elizabeth!" Someone shouted behind her as she neared the recception. She countinued running. "Elizabeth! Stop! Please!" But she didn't listen. Her skirts were clutched so tightly in her hands that her knuckles had turned a pallid white; as white as her dress.
"No." She whispered. Then she felt someone wrap their arms around her waist and drag her down to the ground. She was too surprised to scream. The side of her face mad contact with the soft, wet grass just as a hand came up to cover her mouth. She was pinned to the ground and attempted to kick the man holding her down.
"Elizabeth, stop... Calm down." The man softly whispered to her.
She continued to kick and attempted to scream.
The man hoisted her up into his arm, carrying her under his right arm, which he circled around her waist, the other he used to keep over her mouth.
She was too busy trying to get away that she took no notice of the man's manner of walking, clothing, or anything that would have told her who it was.
Finally the man carried her through the back door of her father's home and into a deserted hallway.
The man shoved her against a wall and the only thing that she could think was that any man that was looking out for her would not handle her this roughly.
"Elizabeth." The man whispered harshly and for the first time she looked up into his face, but did not see who she thought it would be. "Are you all right?"
It was Will.
"Will? What are you doing! How did you know-?"
"I didn't trust him, so I watched you. Did he hurt you?" Will glanced her up and down.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Will I'm fine!" Elizabeth snatched her left hand, away from him, that he had been examining.
"Where's your ring?"
Elizabeth looked up at him, horrified. "What?"
"Your ring."
Elizabeth looked at her left hand and her wedding ring was indeed gone.
"Edward." Elizabeth whispered.
Uh oh! Edward has the wedding ring. That's not good. And beleive it or not... Edward had yet to show his true colors. So stick around, because this story has far to go.
Thank you for all being so patient!