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colinfirthisastiff: Wow, that was one of the longest reviews I've ever received lol, but everything will be explained in upcoming chapters. I don't think I'll forget this story because I like it, but I might go on a hiatus during finals time. I don't want my grades to slip. Also, in this story Will Darcy has green eyes, but everyone else in the Darcy family has blue eyes. On a side note, people like you remind me why I enjoy being an author :)
Catherine gest Lauros: Yeah, most of my chapters will be short because I have a short attention span and I'm a procrastinator. But I'll try to update frequently - at least once a week.
justlovefanfiction2901: I've always wanted Will and Lizzy to have a deaf or blind child that plays the piano. I don't know why though.
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With that said, here's the third chapter
"Today is going to be a great day," I chanted quietly but intermittently as I walked down the busy street, "Today is going to be a great day." Why shouldn't today be a great day? The sun was shining brightly, and there was not a cloud in the deep oasis blue sky. The air was crisp and especially clean this fine afternoon, and everything was going according to plan. "Today is going to be a great day."
Opening the front door to the mystery man's shop, set off the jingling bells that chimed just loud enough to wake the mystery man from whatever stupor he had gotten himself into during the break period between customers. I stepped into the dark, damp shop with trepidation. Statues of gods and goddesses were strategically placed around the store, so that no matter where I walked, there was always a pair of eyes on me. Dried animal and... human bones hung from pipe cleaners attached to the ceiling. The floors were made of dirt that wafted dust through the air whenever I took a step. A thick, nauseating green fog always permeated the air and left me feeling light-headed and weightless. Needless to say, standing by myself waiting for the mystery man in that shop was the worst four minutes of my life.
"George Wickham (surprise, surprise), so very nice to see you here again," he slurred as he staggered towards me, "The potion worked didn't it? You didn't believe that it would, but I told you it'd work. Haha! Can't nobody work magic like the mystery man."
Despite his alcoholic, homeless man appearance and completely ridiculous nom de plume, the mystery man was a lot smarter than he seemed. He had the ability to strategize like a seasoned war hero, but still have an aloof not-completely-with-it look about him. His appearance caused people to see him as delusion instead of what he really is – brilliant.
"Georgie," the mystery man drawled, "what can I do for you today?"
I smirked ever so slightly before saying, "Step one is complete. She doesn't remember a thing. I'm ready for phase two."
"Well, then, what you tellin' me for. I thought you were gonna do phase two by yourself. What you need me for?"
"I need you to bring us closer together but make it look like accidents. Darcy is going to be overly protective of her, and I really can't risk an encounter with him this early in the plan."
"I've done my part of the deal," the mystery man laughed as he turned to go back into his smoky room, "You're on your own now, Georgie."
"Remember, you can't get your money unless this plan works out. You need to do what I say until the entire plan is carried out. If you don't help me, I won't help you," I declared with a condescending grin.
The mystery man turned back around and gave me the once over before saying through gritted teeth, "Don't play with me, Wickham. If I don't get my money… well, you know what'll happen. You're not in any position to be smirking at me."
"True, but I also know that you want money more than you want my life, so you'll help me along as best you can," I smiled.
The mystery man slit his eyes at me before smiling and turning towards a slanting shelf. Running his hands along bottles with effervescent liquids, he finally stopped on a bottle with a murky green-brown liquid that looked very different from the other bright, bubbly liquids. "Spritz this on before you see her, and she'll be intoxicated with you. I promise."
I took the bottle cautiously and looked it over before asking, "Why is it such an ugly color?"
"Pretty colors are for the good side. You're playing with dark magic now."
A/N: Hope you guys liked it. Originally I was going to continue with Elizabeth and Darcy, but I felt like introducing Wickham now. As always tell me what you think because reviews make me happy