He hopped down off the windowsill, a wicked grin stretched across his lips. Wendy flinched at the small thump that sounded whin his feet lightly tapped the floor.
Peter noticed. He kept grinning, and tossed to her the book that had been concealed in a satchel at his side.
"I've decided I'm no Romeo." He said lightly, walking silently around the bed and to the door, which he locked with an audible click. Wendy looked at the bed to see the book.
It was one of hers; Romeo and Juliet. She hadn't even noticed that it was gone. She didn't say anything, so he walked back over to the windowsill, closing the shutters and speaking quietly to break the silence. Even when he spoke of nothing in particular, Peter was intimidating.
He continued. "You could easily be Juliet, Bird. Naïve. Trusting. Foolish." Wendy bent her knees under the covers, and drew them closer to her. "At least you're pretty."
She hated how he was talking; he wasn't talaking to her, even though he used her name. No. he was talking at her, as if he was the only one in the room who had anything of worth to say.
Abruptly, in the middle of the room, he stopped pacing. Wendy watched him cautiously, then he disappeared and suddenly reappeared far too close to her. She supressed a scream, but couldn't keep from reacting. A small gasp, a sharp intake of breath was all that it took to make Peter smirk.
"I've decided something." His voice was quieter now that he was closer to her; deeper.
He stayed bent over the bed, looking down at her through curly hair that fell into his eyes, with his hands propping him up over her.
Wendy slid down onto her back, trying to distance herself from him by even the smallest inch, and waited for him to tell her his decision. She had a sneaking suspicion that she wouldn't like it.
His eyes flicked down over the sheets, following her as she moved, and she could see the indentation on his cheek from where he was biting it between his teeth.
Her heart was pounding, and Wendy worried that he might be able to hear it. Even quieter still, Peter spoke again.
"You're coming to Neverland tomorrow. Pack."
She whimpered, tears springing to her eyes, and Peter clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth audibly. Cruelly, he sneered. "Don't you miss John and Michael? Some big sister you are."
He tightened his grip on the bedsheets, bunching them in his fists as Wendy struggled to keep her breath steady and her eyes dry. He bent lower, as if he were whispering to her a secret. Wendy tensed, but all that he did was press a light kiss to her cheek.
Then he was gone.