BPOV
I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. It was 11:00 and I was still awake. I sighed. I knew the reason for my insomnia was Edward's absence. After he left me I was always nervous when he left to hunt even though I knew he would come back. I tried to comfort myself with the thought that Edward would return tomorrow morning. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you'll wake up, I told myself.
I sighed again and went to get a cup of water. I was about to open my bedroom door and step into the hallway when I noticed a boy's shadow, cast from my window. "Edward!" I cried in joy and turned around to embrace him. I froze when I saw it was not Edward at my window but a strange boy I had never seen before.
His green eyes sparkled with amusement and surprise. He had messy dirty blond hair that fell into his eyes slightly. He wore green pants that appeared to be made out of leaves and a dagger at his belt. A strange yellowish glow came from his pocket. "Bella Swan," the strange boy declared, "I am Peter Pan!" As he announced his name, he posed with his feet slightly apart, his hands on his hips, and his chin thrown out defiantly.
I had the sudden urge to laugh at his air of childishness and cockiness. He noticed and grinned widely. "You look nothing at all like Wendy," he mused, "Her hair is like mine, but yours is dark brown, and her eyes are blue while yours are a chocolate brown." I noticed how his voice filled with love and longing as he spoke of Wendy. His eyes were sad, but only for a moment. The sadness was soon replaced by mischief as he stepped towards me.
"Wendy?" I repeated confused. The only Wendy I knew was my second-cousin Wendy Darling but she lived in England. There was no way she could be acquainted with this strange Peter. Could she?
"Yes," he confirmed. "Wendy Moira Angela Darling." he smiled. "I have come to take you, along with Wendy and me to Neverland for a visit."
"Neverland?" though I was sure I had never heard of the place, it sounded familiar. Suddenly, I remembered. When I was younger, I had visited Wendy and her brothers John and Michael several times with my mother. Wendy was my age and had told us stories of a Neverland filled with pirates, mermaids, fairies, Indians, and the Lost Boys who were led by- "Peter Pan," I cried out suddenly, "You're Peter Pan? Leader of the Lost Boys? Enemy of the evil Captain Hook and his band of pirates? That Peter Pan?"
"Of course," he smirked bowing. "I'm pleased you've heard of me."
I never would have thought Neverland was real. But then again, Two years, if you had told me vampires and werewolves were real I would've laughed. Now, my boyfriend is a vampire, and my best friend is a werewolf. My boyfriend..."Edward," I gasped, spotting him outside the window. Edward rushed in, pinned me against the wall, and slid into a low protective stance in front of me. A soft growl vibrated in his chest. His eyes were locked on Peter.