So, I’m back with the second chapter of my werewolf adaptation of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. I didn’t get any feedback about the first part but I’m still going to type up the next bit. I haven’t actually written more than two chapters though.
‘Chapter two: Meryton Assembly
The Bennet ladies arrived at the Assembly Rooms in good time and sought out their friends. Lizzy specifically looked for her particular friend Charlotte Lucas, whose father Sir William had once been major of Meryton. On receiving his knighthood he had removed himself from trade, and his family from Meryton. They now lived at Lucas Lodge, not far from Longbourne.
Charlotte was a sensible and pragmatic lady of 27, whose sense contrasted greatly with her pompous father’s sensibility. Lizzy and Charlotte had been good friends for several years. Charlotte had also had the opportunity to meet Mr Bingley. He immediately became their topic of conversation.
‘Well, Charlotte, what news?’
‘My father says Mr Bingley brings seven gentlemen and a dozen ladies with him, has five thousand a year and comes from a good pack in Derbyshire. His particular friend, a Mr Darcy, is staying with him. I’m told that Mr Darcy is even richer than Mr Bingley. He is a great landowner in Derbyshire and has ten thousand a year. Miss Bingley will keep her brother’s house.
‘Well, you have learnt more than I have; what a large party he brings!’
‘I know; maybe he will always have a lot of company. In which case the neighbourhood may not see much of him.’
‘We shall see.’
They turned to other subjects then until a stir by the entrance caught their attention. Lizzy watched with interest as Sir William bustled through the crowded room to Mr Bingley and his friends, dreading the moment when her her mother would demand an introduction.
Mr Bingley smiled at Sir William’s fatuous pleasantries good naturedly and allowed Sir William to lead them around the room.
Sir William eventually introduced Mrs Bennet and her daughters to Mr Bingley and his party.
Mr Bingley was terribly pleased to meet them;; whether the rest of his companions were was another matter.
‘Good evening Mrs Bennet.’
‘What a pleasure to meet you at last Mr Bingley. May I present my daughters? Jane, my eldest, Elizabeth, Mary, Catherine and Lydia.’
‘Good evening.’ the young ladies dutifully chorused.
Mr Bingley made his introductions. He had brought only his two sisters, Miss Bingley and Mrs Hurst, his brother-in-law, Mr Hurst, and Mr Darcy.
Mr Bingley had been pronounced a very gentleman-like wolf, but general admiration was reserved for his rich, handsome Alpha, Mr Darcy. Until that gentleman’s behaviour provoked a level of disapproval that all his wealth and good looks could not repel. In short Mr Darcy was found to be proud and above his company. He did not dance.
Worse than that, in the eyes of Mrs Bennet at least, was his snubbing of Lizzy. Lizzy herself pretended that the incident didn’t bother her, and told the story with gusto to her friend Charlotte.
During the evening, while Lizzy was sat down in want of a dancing partner, she overheard a conversation between Mr Bingley and Mr Darcy.
‘Come Darcy, I can’t have you standing about in this stupid manner. You had much better dance’
‘I certainly shall not, you know how I detest it. You are dancing with the only really handsome girl in the room, though she is a half-breed.’
‘I will confess, she is indeed. But there is one of her sisters, who is very pretty and I dare say very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you.’
Lizzy saw Mr Darcy flick his eyes over her before returning them to the Beta in front of him.
‘She tolerable enough, but not handsome enough to tempt me. Enjoy your partners smiles; I am in no mood to give consequence to young ladies slighted by other men.’
Lizzy caught his eye and pointedly turned her back on him.
The whole family had a pleasant evening on the whole; Mrs Bennet had seen her eldest daughter distinguished by the whole Netherfield party. Jane was quietly pleased by this and Lizzy felt Jane’s pleasure. Mary had heard herself mentioned as the most distinguished girl in the whole neighbourhood; Lydia and Kitty danced all night, which was all they had learned to care for in a ball.
They returned to Longbourne in high spirits and found Mr Bennet still up reading. Mr Bennet’s curiosity (he’d hoped to find the ladies disappointed with the strangers) was fully satisfied long before the ladies, or Mrs Bennet at least were ready to stop talking.
Eventually Mr Bennet became impatient with his wife’s prattling on about who Mr Bingley had danced with.
‘Oh, if that pup had had any compassion for me he’d have danced half so much, O that he had sprained his ankle in the first dance.’
Mrs Bennet was unperturbed and continued, ‘His sisters are such elegant ladies, and I dare say the lace on Mrs Hurst’s gown’ No more! No more!’ Mr Bennet growled.
She tried again, ‘I do not like his friend though!’ before describing Mr Darcy’s incivility to Lizzy. For the forth time.
And that’s it; I don’t know if and when I’ll bother to write any more.