Peter Pan: Keep Me Safe
Chapter 1
Darcie POV
I sat on the sofa, tucked into a good book. One of the guys was cooking in the kitchen and the smell made my mouth water… I was quite hungry but I couldn't eat. Peter was worrying me, his behavior change. It wasn't like when he turned into a jerk, it was somewhat worse? He was kind, sweet and still Peter but he was constantly on edge. There was something serious about him a lot of the time. When he was out yesterday I scoured his room for that note but no luck. He seemed to either carry it everywhere with him or he has disposed of it. He tried to act like that night never existed, but we both know it did and he wasn't telling me something. I hadn't realized I'd been staring into space for so long until Louis waved his hand in front of my face.
"Something on your mind?" He asked, I shook my head.
"No… not particularly, just thinking…" I mumbled.
"Okay, Peter and now you… Why is everyone acting weird? What has happened?" Louis frowned, I opened my mouth but Tootles came rushing over.
"Look! Look at it!" He held something in his hands and placed it on my knee. I looked down and my eyes widened. A huge spider. I screamed in terror and jumped up, shaking it off my leg. The pounding of feet suddenly came sprinting down the stairs.
"DARCIE!" Peter yelled, he looked scared, sword in hand. He ran over to me, checking me over to see if I was injured.
"I'm fine! Tootles just gave me a heart attack with a spider." I laughed it off. His breathing was fast, he seemed panicked.
"I thought… never mind. You scared me." He said out of breath almost. A cry of pain shot from the kitchen as well as cursing.
"NIBS?" Peter yelled panicked again. Nibs walked out of the kitchen, clutching his hand.
"Last time I ever cook! I got burnt!" He snapped, examining his hand.
"He's fine Peter…" Curly said as he stood on the stairs, he must have come down after hearing the commotion.
"I need a shower… and I need to rest." Peter closed his eyes and massaged his temples. I put my hand on his arm, he smoothed it a bit and then departed up stairs, brushing past Curly. As soon as he was upstairs Louis looked at me.
"Spill Darcie, you know something." He uttered.
"I know more than you, but less than what he knows…" I sighed, "Okay , a few nights ago, the evening when we found out Hook was back, there was an attack almost. I was with Peter in his room and a rock smashed his window, I saw a figure run away but I don't know who it was…"
"A pirate?" Curly suggested, I shrugged.
"Probably but Peter got really spooked." I said.
"Just because of a broken window?" Nibs narrowed his eyes, confused.
"No, it wasn't that, there was a note…" I trailed off in thought. The colorless and scared look on Peter's face.
"What did it say?" Tootles asked.
"I don't know… He didn't tell me but I've never seen that look on his face before." I shivered slightly, thinking about what must be on that note. "And he's been jumpy since."
"We should find this note." Nibs said.
"I tried, but it's not in his room, he's hiding it." I sighed.
"Did you check his clothes?" Louis asked. I could hear the shower running, he would be out of his room.
"Stay here." I told them. I ran up the stairs and crept along to his room. I lightly pushed on the door, making it swing open. A small pile of his clothes he had worn the day before, tossed on the floor. I rummaged through his pockets but I found nothing, I then noticed the jacket hanging on his chair. He wore that jacket everyday practically. I searched the pockets on his jacket but again, no. Until I found a small pocket inside his jacket. I felt it and a small crumple sound was made, the note was in there. I picked it out of the pocket and unfolded it. There it was… written in dark reddish-brown ink.
We won't stand for people who get in the way.
Be prepared Peter Pan.
That was it? This was the note that Peter was freaking out about? I mean, yes, it was pretty nasty but not so bad as to put him in some sort of on guard, shock state? He has had worse in his life at Neverland than this note. I stared at it confused, studying it. Peculiar ink… I thought.
"You read it." Peter said from behind me, I whipped round and noticed his lower half wrapped in a towel.
"Oh," I gasped and turned away, blushing. He chuckled as much as he could.
"I'm wearing underwear." He smirked. I couldn't help but take a glance at his body, slightly toned but not a lot of muscle, he was perfect really. His hair was still slightly damp and his eyes were still cast on the note. He pulled on a pair of trousers and I stepped towards him slightly.
"Peter? This note is pretty mild from what you have experienced before… why did it scare you so much?" I asked, he looked at me, sorrow in his eyes.
"Look at the so called ink…" He said bluntly. I studied the ink again, reddish-brown… What was so special about it? I gave him a perplexed look. "What is the color of dried blood?" It all suddenly hit me.
"Oh my… but this could be just animal blood? Right?" I pleaded almost.
"I have pretty good senses. Well extraordinary senses compared to any other immortal on this island. It was another privilege the fairies gave me. It's a weird sense though, everyone's blood on this island has a smell, all different and it's only brief, not strong at all, I can sense it only when blood is spilled the smell is that vague. But I can tell whose is whose." He explained.
"You know whose blood this is?" I whispered.
"It's Will's." He gazed off to the side.
"Will's?" I croaked out. The message on the note suddenly hit me. They would be hurting or even killing anyone who got in the way of what they were trying to do. Was Will going to warn us about something before they… I shuddered. "Is he-"
"He's dead. Why would they keep him alive?" Peter cast his eyes down and sat on the bed. I went and perched beside him, he pulled me on his lap. "They're gonna hurt more people… people close to me." He mumbled into my neck.
"No, you won't let them, Peter Pan." I assured, smiling, I could feel him smiling against my neck as well. We lay on his bed, me resting my head on his bare chest and his arms securely around me.