Back from the Past
A 'Pride and Prejudice' play in the present, and a bet among heartbreakers, Edward and Emmett in the past: The last to marry wins the Cullen estate. What happens when Jasper Whitlock finds a way to time travel, and the whole group meets. Will the pairs fall in love? We shall see...
AN: So this is a new story that I had the inclination to write last night. I’m really excited about it, more so than I was with What We Become. That may be a sign that this story will do just as well as the latter. I am just going to say that this story is meant to be a romance. I have read dozens of historical fiction novels, novels based in the 19 th century etc. I love writing from the perspective of those types of stories. You probably figured that out in my previous story, Edward and Isabella . Whether you think I have skill in that department is your opinion only. Enjoy. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, though I use her characters and setting. This story was inspired by the movie Kate and Leopold , starring Meg Ryan and Hugh Jackman (sexy as ever).
5. Mr Darcy
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"I see neither of us had had much trouble keeping our game."
"Aye, but it hasn't been quite long at all, I'm sure you'll meet a worthy opponent soon."
Edward was almost nonchalant as Emmett sat beside him on the park bench just outside of Madison Square. At the first sight of this woman with her slender pale arm wrapped around the suit coat sleeve of James Ford, Edward had not looked away. Emmett, unaware of his brother's sudden mood change, kept his chatter up as the sun beat above them. Edward wiped a bead of sweat away from his collar.
"If by opponent you mean eligible bachelorette, then no I have not found one as suitable yet." Emmett's voice was barely acknowledged to Edward, who just nodded in response. Emmett's voice wasn't as humorous when next he spoke. "And you, brother? Have your eyes melted in the opposite sex yet-to the point of no return?" He turned to follow the gaze of his younger brother and caught sight of its affection. He chuckled lightly.
"Ah. The course of love never did run smooth." Edward whispered under his breath. Emmett cleared his throat, still watching the object of Edward's next sport as she followed their enemy through the lunch-in's wealthy home owners.
"This woman will be your next prey."
Edward made a sound in his throat that seemed as if he were agreeing, but no one really knew with Edward Cullen. "How could he find a delicate flower such as her overnight? It makes no sense. I have never seen her before, but I must know her name." His voice trailed off in thought at the end.
"You seem taken, Edward. This is a good sign on my side." Emmett felt slightly more triumphant.
"Ah. No. Brother, I believe it is just my lack of a new... acquaintance at night that makes this one child unbearable. "
"She is handsome."
"She is so much more. She is a living portrait from the hand of Monet, from the songs of Beethoven, from the heart of Austen. She is a miracle. I wonder how she would feel if I wrapped my hands around her, rocked her-"
"Alright, you infatuated prat, go and speak to her now then, and be ill if her temper is that off a pig. Of course you would still bed her, for it is her body and not mind that you find so alluring." Emmett stood and made his way through the crowd, leaving his brother alone. It wasn't long before Emmett was standing as well, moving slowly towards this girl. She seemed as if to glow in the sun, her brown hair shining red in the light. He would make his move the moment HE left her alone.
It seemed as if this was going to be difficult. She would not let go of his sleeve, and she continued to fidget and glance around as if waiting to see everything disappear. Edward felt suddenly at ease, his skills crept up on him. He had done this so many times, but never with someone as attractive, as alluring as her. Taking a drink from a nearby table, Edward stood and watched her as she walked. He watched as she slid her hand over her perfectly curved hips, hips that Edward wished he could hold. He smiled to himself. And then she turned her head and their eyes met.
They were leagues apart, and yet he could hear her as she suddenly caught her breath. He also heard the loud stutter of his own heart. What was wrong with him? How could one single woman make him feel so aroused? So taken-as Emmett would say. Surely, Edward winked at her, bowing his head and inclining his torso towards her. His chest felt wonders as her pale cheeks flushed with a blush of the deepest red rose. She clutched the exposed skin below her neck and turned towards her date.
Edward couldn't help the grin that crept up on him. He shook himself back to reason. This was wrong. Disturbia in its complete alignment. He needed to get away from this specimen before he completely took her right then. Maybe if he could seduce her, which probably wouldn't be that difficult, his feelings would vanish. It was this need he had. This arousal that appeared in his very gut and heart that made him want her to such extremes. Before he could turn and walk away, James Ford turned around and realized his presence. With a sigh of disgust, Edward waited as his foe approached. She followed of course.
"Mr. Cullen." James' face was an expression of loath and mockery.
"James." Edward murmured, his eyes moving between him and his escort. "I was expecting you to make an appearance at my home last night."
"Ah. My apologies. I was otherwise, occupied." He looked at the beautiful gift beside him. She blushed red with embarassment. Edward couldn't look away. He decided to step in.
"Your name?" He asked politely, watching her take in his face.
"Bella." She whispered, almost too quietly. He praised her name. My Belle. He reached out and took her fingers in his. She flinched at his touch. But he held her, reached down and grazed his lips along her knuckles. She sighed.
"I think that's enough formalities, don't you?" James Ford spoke up. Edward took a step back and appraised him. They both had looks of disgust on their faces. Bella turned and grabbed the arm of a passing woman, whispering something in her ear. The woman laughed and started to lead her to, obviously the washroom, somewhere farther out.
As Bella left the 19th century's cloest version to a washroom, she felt the sudden tension as if it had been waiting in her stomach for the moment she was away from James. Away from his crazy eyes and the way he always made her feel... different. And at the moment she had no idea if this was a good thing or not. And then this Mr. Cullen. The one who winked at her, kissed her hand, and looked at her as if she were some sort of ... treat. And. She had no idea if this was good or not either. Basically she was all confused, and right now she wished she could go back to her own century, find Jasper and wring his neck for his crazy mind. She smirked at the image that came to mind. The smile vanished as she saw who waited for her behind a stone fountain. The very same Mr. Cullen that her blush had made him smile in the most alluring way. Alluring? What was wrong with her? And she still hadn't gotten the lines for Elizabeth Bennett yet.
Bella slapped her forehead, which made this boy in front of her smile even wider. She stopped a few feet away. "Hello." She whispered. And then of course he smiled, and her face blushed again. The space between them suddenly vanished. Bella's heartbeat picked up. He lifted his fingers and brushed his knuckles along her cheek bone. Instinctively, she closed her eyes. He dropped his hand to her shoulder and she looked up at him, their eyes meeting.
"My Belle. My beautiful." He murmured. She looked away, but his fingers turned her chin towards him. He smiled right before he grazed his lips over hers. She shivered and he laughed lightly.
"Your name?" She whispered when he pulled away.
"Could you let go of me please?" She didn't know if she beleived the words herself, but she hoped he would listen. He smirked and took a step back. "Thank you." She tried to step around him, but he moved in front of her. She sighed and looked up at him. "Excuse me."
"There is no excuse for your beauty." Edward answered.
Bella rolled her eyes and shifted to the left, but he moved too.
"Move please." Bella whispered. Edward lifted his eyebrows, but said nothing.
"Because you want to, or is it because Mr. Ford is waiting for you?" He asked Bella. She shifted her weight to her other foot.
"Do you have some sort of issue with James?"
"Why would you ask that?"
Bella huffed. "You're... never mind. Please would you kindly step aside?"
"By all means." His smile was back again. He moved and she walked past. "Could you give your friend a message for me?" He asked. Bella turned around with expecting eyes.
"Tell him that I'll be waiting for his ... charade." He walked back towards her and whispered in her ear. "I'll be seeing you soon, I hope." He trailed his thumb down the part of her back that was exposed by her dress. His heart skipped a beat as well when he heard her breath catch again. "Good day, Isabella."