Hello my friends! Loud crashing, swearing and a dead author. I know I know it's been a long time but I explained everything in my Author's note so don't kill me. Anyway, Lost Girl sequel! Wahoo I'm back baby! Please read and enjoy!
"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
Ven rolled her eyes, dropping down out of the pine tree. "Peter," she greeted the immortal boy. "Nice of you to drop in."
"Have you been practicing?" Peter asked.
She rolled her eyes again. "I completed my training years ago, well, if there was time here," she added as an afterthought. She flinched, inhaling sharply. Peter was looking at her carefully as she looked up. "Three people have arrived," she said. "You found him."
Peter smirked. "Very good. You're becoming more in tune with the island."
She smirked back, stepping closer and poking him in the chest. "I did have a good teacher."
He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, landing a kiss on her lips. "I should go, things to do. Come to the camp tonight to meet our special guest," Peter said.
She tugged him back, kissing him again. "Decide," she breathed before shimmering from view.
"Hullo Felix," Ven greeted, entering the camp.
Felix glanced up, eyes narrowing slightly. "Ven."
"Oh come now, there's not still bad blood between us," she said mockingly, stepping forward.
Felix grunted. "Don't do any magic on me witch."
She laughed lightly, holding up a hand as blue magic sparked between her fingers.
"Oh I wouldn't dream of it dear." She placed her hands on her hips. "So where is this, 'truest believer'?" She asked.
"Who are you?" a voice asked.
She turned to see a young-ish boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes.
"You must be Henry," she said. "My name is Ven." He didn't take her hand. She tilted her head, looking at him. "Hmm. Don't know what Peter sees in you. But then again." She brushed her fingertips against his cheek, than inhaled sharply as images appeared. She raised her chin, dropping her hand. "Oh yes I do. Henry Mills. Grandson of the Charmings and Rumplestiltskin."
"My family will find me," Henry said. "And when they do you'll be sorry."
She laughed. "Oh I sure hope they find you. The Lost Boys aren't much of a match for me."
Henry frowned. "Who are you?"
"Ven. One and only Lost Girl," she said, giving an elaborate bow. "Also, among other things, master of illusion magic." She waved her hand slightly, knowing that Henry would now feel the utmost loyalty to her. She let go and he shook his head.
"What did you do?" he asked, horrified.
"Oh do leave the boy be Ven," Peter said, entering the camp.
"Well he's not resistant of my charms," she said to Peter.
"Who is?" he quipped. She smiled.
"What do you want with me?" Henry asked.
Ven looked at him. "You'll soon find out dear boy." Peter whispered something in her ear, a smirk slowly spread across her face. "How adorable," she said. "I'd best not keep them waiting." In the blink of an eye, she was gone.
"Where is she going?" Henry asked.
Peter Pan tossed the kid an apple. "Not really your concern."
"I don't like apples," Henry said.
Peter frowned. "Who doesn't like apples?"
"It's a family thing."
He shrugged. "Well these aren't for eating. We're going to play a game...I call it target practice."
"Now be careful of her, she's a right witch," Hook warned as they approached Ven's hideout. It was in the hollow of a tree.
"Why are you so sure she'll help?" Emma asked.
"I'm not sure, but she's helped me once before," Hook said. "Among other things, she has illusion magic. She can make you see or think anything."
Emma blinked. "Well, let's try to resist."
They entered the tree through a door that Hook opened. Inside was a room. A cot lay in the corner, a chair beside a table with bits of herbs and food on it, and a fireplace in the corner, the chimney being the tree trunk.
"So where is she?" Emma asked.
"She, can hear you," a voice sang. They jumped, looking around. "She, can see you."
"You didn't say she was crazy," Emma muttered. Hook looked around.
"She's not."
"She, is right here." And there she was, a black haired teen leaning against the wall, hands in pockets and looking as though she owned the world. Her eyes were mismatched, one blue one brown and she wore a tan shirt underneath a light blue vest.
"Are you Ven?" Snow asked.
The girl smirked. "Of course I am." She straightened. "The real question, is who are you?"
"Stop playing games Ven," Hook said.
She raised an eyebrow. "Captain. It's been a long time. You must be desperate to come to me."
"You helped me once, can you help us again?" Hook asked. "Get us into Pan's camp."
"Now why would I do that?" she asked.
"You can't be her, you're so young," Snow said. "No child should be a master magic user."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm older than I looked dearie. Much older. I'm older than you, your father, and your grandfather. Sort of, ye'see, time's a funny thing, especially here."
"What does time have to do with this?" David asked.
"Hmm? Oh, well, time connects all things but I sort of…dropped out of a sync, so to speak," she said.
"Enough of this, will you help us or not?" Hook asked.
She stepped forward. "Perhaps." She frowned curiously. "But answer me one thing, why would I help you…after what you did to Rufio? Hmm?
Hook frowned. "But, y-you're not with Pan."
She smiled. "Oh my dear naive captain, open your eyes." She hummed, obviously toying with them. "Who retrieved Bae in the first place? You didn't see a face. Who set the Jolly Roger on fire, forcing you to seek out my help in the first place? Who began the storm?" She tilted her head pityingly. "Certainly not my dear Peter."
"Enough." Regina waved her hand and Ven slammed against the wall. "You're going to lead us to Pan wether you want to or not." She stuck her hand in Ven's chest, the girl's eyes widened and she gasped.
"Regina!"
But try as she might, Regina couldn't remove her heart.
Ven started laughing. A cruel, smug laugh. "Oh you fools. You think Peter hasn't placed protection on me? How quaint. He sent me here to see you. See, I'm on his side." She tilted her head and Hook drew his sword, attacking David, who barely reacted in time.
"Hook!" David shouted.
"It's not me mate! It's her bloody spell!" Hook shouted.
She laughed again as Regina removed her hand. "Seeds of doubt reap rewards of destruction!" she sang. Regina suddenly froze, eyes focused on the pendant around her neck, then suddenly, Ven was unable to breathe.
"Where did you get that?" Regina ground out.
Ven choked. "Wh-at?" She rasped out.
"That pendant, it doesn't belong to you," Regina snapped. The hold was released and Ven coughed, gasping for breath. Meanwhile Hook was released and they stopped fighting.
Ven got to her feet. "It does actually."
"No. I know, because it's mine." Regina waved her hand and the necklace appeared in it. "Only opened with blood magic." The pendant opened.
Ven had a confused expression. "But…no…no no no." She shook her head, and when she looked up, the usual smirking expression was back. "Have fun locating Pan's camp." She disappeared, the pendant disappearing with her.
Ven stormed into Pan's camp, stalking right up to him and ignoring the Lost Boys, Felix and Henry.
"Explain. Now."
Pan glanced from her, to the pendant, to the Lost Boys, then to Henry. Then they both disappeared and reappeared in the pixie wood.
"Now," she hissed. "Did you know about Regina?"
"What?" Peter looked confused.
"Regina opened my pendant," she said, holding up said pendant.
"I don't know," Peter said firmly.
She slammed him against the tree, her hands turning to fire. "Tell me now! Tell the truth!"
"I don't know." Peter slowly but firmly removed her hands. "I'm telling you the truth Ven."
She narrowed her eyes at him. Their relationship had been rocky and off and on the past few hundred years. Sometimes they would be perfectly fine (pissing off Felix as well) and others they were hissing and spitting like a pair of feral cats.
"When do you ever tell the truth?" she hissed.
Peter met her gaze steadily. "I tell you the truth more often than not and you know it," he replied.
She looked away. "Fine. But either way, that doesn't change the fact of Regina."
"I hope this doesn't shift your loyalties," he said.
She smirked and traced a finger from his lips to chest. "Of course not darling. I'm not that easy. But you're still going to help me figure it out." Then she shimmered and disappeared.
"Well that went well," Emma remarked sarcastically. "I thought you said she'd help."
Hook sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I thought she would. She helped me last time I was here. I didn't know she was allied with Pan."
"Let's just not run into her again," David said. "She turned you pretty easy."
Hook looked exasperated. "Well I'm sorry if I can't resist the magic of a two hundred year old mage."
"Everyone calm down, I'm sure there are other ways to get into Pan's camp," Snow said.
"I'm sure you have a spell, right Regina?" Emma asked. "Regina?"
The black-haired woman looked up. "Oh, no. I can't get past Pan's shields, he's too strong."
"Are you alright?" Emma asked in concern.
"You look pale," Snow added.
"I'm fine," Regina snapped. "I just want my son back."
Regina was not fine. She was not fine at all. Why did that crazy bitch have my medallion? I gave that to… She shook her head, trying to clear it. No way. Hook said that girl is hundreds of years old. No magic has the power of time travel.
"Are you sure you're alright Regina?" Emma asked. "You looked pretty shaken up by that girl's pendant. What was that?"
Why is she so nosy?
"I'm fine," she replied. "And it wasn't so much the pendant as the power it held. Pendants like that hold magic power."
"Are you saying that she has extra magic?" Emma asked, slightly confused.
Regina nodded. "Unfortunately that's what it looks like." The lies rolled off her tongue with ease.
"Is there any way we can get rid of that?" Snow asked. "If she's with Pan, them having extra power is even worse."
No duh.
If she wasn't so preoccupied, she'd probably say some scathing remark, but at this point, she just nodded.
"I know. But the only way to get rid of it is to take the pendant, and judging from what we saw, that won't be easy," she said.
"Ven has teleportation and illusion magic," Hook supplied. "She won't be an easy adversary."
"Right, because everyone we've ever fought is 'easy'," David pointed out.
Regina stopped further word play. "Just be careful of her and if we fight try and leave her to me."
They nodded as they continued on. But despite her words, memories, fears and worries continued to cloud her mind all centering on one question... Who are you Ven?
