Chapter 2:

Hanna opened her mouth to scream but before she could, a gloved hand clamped down on her mouth, stopping her from crying out.
"Quiet child." The man hissed and Hanna gazed fearfully into the man's face.
"What do you want?" She asked, whimpering, when Hook removed his hand, satisfied she wouldn't scream; the last thing he wanted was for Jane to come running.
"Nothing." Hook shrugged; he wasn't actually sure what had brought him here, until he'd seen the girl's eyes.
"What is your name?" Hook asked, moving away to sit at the chair on her desk.
"Hanna Rose Darling." The girl answered immediately, her eyes appraising Hook, frightfully.
"Why do you look so scared, Hanna?" Hook questioned; there was a hint of teasing in his question but he was not sure Hanna could feel it, she was so frightened.
"Well let's think," Hanna began; she wasn't sure where her nerve or her sudden courage had come from but she carried on anyway. "A strange man comes into my room, in the dead of night, and stops me from screaming, with a hook for a left hand…" Hanna trailed off, her courage failing as she noticed the man's left hand – which was not a hand it was, indeed a hook; silver and curved, a cut from it could be fateful.
Then Hanna looked at the man, properly, taking in everything; what he was wearing, what he looked like, the hook where his left hand should be, the sword and pistol in his belt, his heavy black boots.
"Who are you?" She whispered, truly afraid now.
"Captain James Hook." The man answered, immediately. "And," he began, standing up and moving to the open window. "I have come tonight, to make you an offer." He turned to the girl. "Come. Return with me to the Never Lands. Live with me, on the Jolly Roger." Hook offered, his hand held out to Hanna.
Hanna stared at his hand, disgust and suspicion mingling with a very slim desire to believe in the impossible written on her face, her brain whirring.
"No." She decided, slapping Hook's hand away. "You're mental. You need professional help. There's no such thing as Never Land, there's no such thing as the Jolly Roger and there's no such thing as you!" Hanna snapped, spinning around on her bed so that she was facing away from Hook, towards her other wall. She felt something cold and sharp against her neck and instantly knew it was the hook; it moved her hair out of the way, and Hook whispered in her ear, his breath tickling it.
"I'll be back before the week is up." He threatened, nicking her neck lightly with the hook.
Hanna winced in pain, and when she looked round, Hook was gone.