She was beautiful.

He wasn't denying that. She was absolutely stunning, and perhaps it hit him so hard, because he wasn't expecting it. Felix had found her hunting within their borders. She ad her kind were to stay on the opposite side of the mountain range, per order of the shadow, but for whatever reason, she'd disobeyed. Not that he was upset that she'd found her way to him. He'd wanted a pet for some time now, and she'd been a gift from on high. She was absolutely perfect- or, at least she would be when the bruises and cuts cleared from her fight with Felix. He'd reprimand his lieutenant for being so rough with her later. Now he needed to get to know her.

He must have stared at her for hours that first night. It wasn't as if he could help himself. She was the first woman he'd seen in...how long had it been? Two hundred and forty, Two hundred and fifty years? She wasn't even a woman. Not really. She was a girl, of about fifteen. Lean, but she still looked so soft. Her skin was ochre and her hair was a deep brown. Her eyes stood out strikingly in an emerald green and her lips looked so soft so inviting...

She wouldn't speak to him at all, though. Wouldn't even look at him. Her kind hated the humans, especially the boys who'd taken up residence on their island. He'd tried to get her to talk, to look at him, to let him touch her, but she was completely and totally unresponsive. He wasn't sure if she didn't understand him or if he was being purposefully ignored, but it was no matter, he'd win her over eventually, he was sure of it. He'd won over all the boys easily and, after all, Pan never failed.

But the girl wasn't one of his Lost Boys, and try as he might, he could not keep her in her finery for very long. He'd had Felix shave her hair. She'd kicked and clawed at him, adding to the scars on his pock-marked face and had sobbed when the deed was done. He'd taken her necklaces, scrubbed her face from the paint and given her boy's clothes. Why? If her people came looking, he wanted her to be unrecognizable. They'd pass her by in a raid, never knowing she was there. There was an abundance of beautiful things on Neverland, but all of them were dangerous, and he wasn't going to let the one pretty thing who didn't want to kill him slip through his fingers easily. No, he'd see all of creation burn before he let somethng he wanted get away from him.