Chapter 1

Hi guys! So I thought I'd start a new fanfiction since I've been reading a lot of this lately, and I haven't continued on the others because no one has really asked me to, but if someone does then I just might. Anyways I want to really start a story here, and don't worry this isn't going to be a love story like all those others where the OC ends up turning Pan soft. That won't happen here, Pan is a demon, and he shall stay that way. But aren't you all excited for Robbie Kay coming back, I LOVE PAN I'M SO EXCITED!

Ahem, anyways, I hope you enjoy the story:)

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Once Upon a Time, but I suppose I do own my created characters.

"No, Vic, I certainly will not tell Calum that!" I shrieked at Victoria, my best friend, before we burst out laughing together.

"Hi girls, care to enlighten me on the uncontrollable laughter?" said Calum, our best friend, who just happens to be extremely attractive.

Vic and I paused, looked at each other, and started cackling again. When we start, nobody can get us to stop.

We lived in the small town of Beltaque. My life here was perfect; small town simple, with a family and friends I loved with all my heart. I never wanted to leave.

We spent the rest of the day running around town together, the four of us. Did I forget to mention my twin brother Sid? Oops, innocent mistake. Anyways, we had our fun before all of our parents finally herded us in. Our families were all best friends too, so it was kind of perfect, as I said before.

Sid and I ran into the home, calling out to our parents letting them know we were home before racing up to the bathroom. I got there first, which certainly caused a pounding on the door as I ran in and locked it. Of course, I had already put my clothes in there this morning, knowing a race would be happening at the end of the day.

As I undressed, I looked in the mirror at my 5 foot 7 tan-skinned figure. I was what you would call slightly heavy, but not fat. I had beautiful curves, I knew that for a fact, but there was also some fat there, primarily my stomach and inner thighs. I never really had a problem with my slight heaviness; I had been called beautiful countless times otherwise, although I consider myself just a bit pretty, but nothing extremely special.

I was 17, and loved it. My life was wonderful and amazing and I didn't want to think about the prospect of growing up. I love this life, this age, but at the same time, I did want to adventure out there.

I turned on the water, and jumped in, thinking about the day. The four of us were inseparable: me, Sid, Calum, and Victoria. We typically spent summer days together, doing whatever we felt like that day in our small town of barely 400 people.

After a nice long shower, I hopped out. My nightwear was pretty basic: summer was shorts and t-shirts, winter was yoga pants and t-shirts. It was winter.

I got dressed and grabbed my hair and putting it into a messy bun. I rushed down the stairs, smelling dinner from upstairs.

"Oh, good Kayla, you're here. I made butter chicken today," said my mother happily. Being an Indian family, we often ate Indian food, which I had no problem with; my mom was an amazing cook.

"So, what did the Fantastic Four do today?" asked my father.

I replied slyly, "Mm, nothing much really. Robbed the grocery store…"

"Took some shots at the bar," continued Sid.

My parents frowned jokingly before Sid and I started laughing.

"You wanted to know," I smirked.

"We just told you what we could have done," said Sid.

"But we didn't," I said.

"Because we're good children."

"Yes, yes. You're perfect children all of you," laughed mom.

We finished dinner and watched a movie together, as we did every Friday night. Once we were done, we all said goodnight before going up to our respective rooms.

"Hey, Kayla," said Sid, gently grabbing my wrist while I walked to bed.

"Yeah?" I turned around.

"TICKLE TIME!" He yelled before attacking me with his annoying little hands. We had this thing, ever since we were little. We called it Tickle Time, and any time we wanted to get back at the other for something, even the smallest thing, we'd tickle them. It was a cruel thing, but it was our thing.

I shrieked before doing the same, trying to counter his tickling with my own. We struggled for about 2 minutes until finally stopping.

"That was for the bathroom today!" he smirked.

"Hey, you could've gone after me but you just skipped!"

"Eh."

"Well Sid, as much as enjoyed today's Tickle Time, if I don't get to bed now I'm gonna fall asleep right here, and being the wonderful big brother you are, you'll have to take me to my room."

"9 minutes, Kayla, 9 minutes older than you."

"So now it's insignificant, but other times it's all about you being older."

Sid chuckled. "Well, goodnight then Kayla."

I laughed before walking over to my room and getting in bed. I don't know what I'd do without Sid; he may be annoying, but he was my other half.

I soon drifted off into sleep, but I suddenly couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I got up, looked around, and saw nothing, scolding myself for letting my dreams get the best of me. I often had dreams of a boy. He would always wear the same thing: a dark green tunic and pants with black cuffs on his wrists. I never could remember what happened in these dreams, all I retained was him. But I could tell this night was different. It felt real, realer than usual.

I dozed off to sleep again, before waking once more, this time seeing something above me. A black figure, with glowing red eyes. My eyes widened before calling out to my brother in the room next to me, knowing he and I had our twin connection. "SID! SID!"

The door burst open and I saw my brother, but before either of us could register anything, the shadow had picked me up, and was flying me out the window.

"KAYLA, KAYLA NO!" He grabbed onto my foot, but I knew the contact wouldn't last.

"SID NO! SID I LOVE YOU! TELL EVERYONE I LOVE THEM! SID! SID!" I screamed with all my voice could let me. This wasn't real. This couldn't possibly be real. It was just another dream. But deep down something inside of me knew; knew this was more than just a dream.

I flew through the sky, not daring to look anywhere else. But before I could think any more, I landed with a thud onto sand. The last thing I saw before everything faded away was a night, a night so dark I felt as if I would never see light again.