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"Well don't you look pretty?" He said as I stormed over to him. "You should wear shot dresses more often."

"Oh flattering. That means you're up to something really messed up."

"Well aren't you observant," He smirked.

"What am I doing here Peter? I'm not due for another two years, you said come back every decade; it hasn't been a decade yet."

"Yes, well I have a new job for you, as I'm told you're not getting as much business as before, yes? This task requires a lot of time, and privacy." His eyes narrowed at the three Lost Boys that had followed me over to him. Grabbing my wrists he pulled me away into the trees and navigated us into a clearing about a half-mile away from his own personal circle of hell.

"I understand you have been doing things for some old friends of yours, particularly the Evil Queen and the Dark one." He bit out their names as he released my wrists.

"Rumpelstiltskin was a onetime thing," I interrupted him.

"No need to get defensive Mary, I have no problem with you occupying yourself. Or trying to relive your teenage years," He gestured to my dress. "Sorry to pull you from that by the way, but you are needed here. And what's that annoying little code you stand by? 'Thou shall hope if only one asks.' Well I'm asking now."

I nervously looked behind him, looking for a way to escape. Knowing I was about to be bound to him. In order to keep myself immortal I had to abide by a curse I signed with the Dark One who knows how long ago. My purpose was to help all those who needed me, whether they asked for my help or not, until their problem was dealt with. If one asks me personally for their help there is no way for me to refuse a task they give me. It could be a bitch sometimes, especially when working under the twisted orders of Peter effing Pan.

"What do you need me to do?" I asked before he could utter the words I had come to hate after all my years of service to the greedy souls that took my misfortune to their advantage.

"The Truest Believer will be coming here soon. I need his heart to become immortal."

I stared at him, amazed. "That's it? Since when have you had issues with killing people? Why don't you do it yourself? I've seen you rip out hearts before."

He shook his head furiously, "It's not the same situation. He needs to believe in me first, and then give me his heart willingly. If I could just take it I would have done the deed years ago."

"What do you need me for then? You can't take his heart, I can't take his heart. Am I the only one who sees the unavoidable problem here?"

"No, he will give me his heart eventually. But the Truest Believer, you two know each other. He trusts you, this will all go over much faster if you're here." He grabbed my wrists again and pulled me dangerously towards him.

"I don't want to hurt anyone, Peter." I whimpered, "Don't make me. You can do this yourself can't you? Please."

He smirked at how weak I was. I didn't blame him. I had killed strangers and tortured those who had not repaid a favor for me. But I knew this 'truest believer.' It was different.

His grip tightened and I leaned towards him in pain. "I'm afraid that's not all I need you for, love. You'll be a valuable piece in this game. Now I will ask you once. Will you help me?"

Biting my lip, I shook my head, backing away as far as I could in his tight grip. "Not willingly."

His green eyes darkened, and I started to taste the metallic flavor of my blood escape my lip. "You leave me no choice then, Poppins." He sneered and jerked his arms back so I slammed into his hard chest. "Mary Poppins, I need you to help me."

My head spun and my eyes were filled with a haze at his words as I fell onto my knees, his grip still tight and possessive on my wrists. I could feel my eyes glow gold as my curse bound us together, bound me to him. I didn't have a damn choice but to do as he willed now. No matter how much I wished to. I couldn't harm him either.

That came as a serious disappointment to me.

I felt his hands disappear from my wrists as I groaned. I rubbed my temples as my mind seemed to pulse behind my forehead. I didn't register him kneeling down next to me. I was still looking through a haze as the immortal boy, surprisingly, gently cupped my face and brought my blue eyes to his green ones.

"You brought this upon yourself darling." He whispered, offering me his hand to help me stand up on shaky legs. A piercing whistle rang through the forest, catching Peter's attention as I leaned against his shoulder, to his annoying satisfaction.

A smile played across his face, it looked unnatural to me. I had only seen him smile once before, the first time we met, when he learned who I was and realized how many ways he could manipulate me. His smile was sick and twisted and sent shivers down my spine. In this moment the villain in him surfaced and covered up the charming look of the boy that never wanted to grow up.

And I was completely under his control…

Shit.

"Our guests have arrived," his smile had retracted to his signature smirk as he looked down at me. "You might want to change. Neverland is no place for a pretty girl to run around in a dress."

"Gee, thanks." I mumbled at the 'pretty girl' comment. Pulling my head off his shoulder I walked away from him and into the direction we had come from.

I was trying to hear the lost boys yelling when hands appeared on my waist and dragged me up into the air. "Ugh, Peter!" I groaned as he locked his arms around my waist and flew us through the air.

"Sorry love, but I have a schedule to keep to, and I'm afraid there is no time for you to be getting lost in the woods."

Felix's POV

Walking into the camp I could practically see the excitement coming off the rest of the boys. I couldn't blame them, tonight's event made me excited too. A new recruit that we were supposed to chase but never catch, it was going to be a fun new game. And getting to kill off Greg and Tamara wouldn't be so bad either.

Taking a seat next to the raging fire I waited with the rest of the boys for Pan to begin the game. In moments he swooped down for the air dressed in different clothes in comparison to his normal green tunic. Though to my surprise, he was carrying a girl with him. A girl in a short pink dress Nd heels with long blonde curly hair. Pan hadn't told me about this part. The boys didn't look that surprised though.

I had been scouting out the beach for about an hour; clearly I missed something.

"Boys," Pan announced, gaining all our attention. "We have another special guest joining us here. Her name is Mary Poppins, she is not to be harmed, do we understand?"

My head snapped up at the name.

No. There was no way.

i looked closer at the girl who was sheepishly waving to the Lost boys who were mumbling their understandings to Pan.

The long legs, the pale skin, the blonde hair that reached just below her hip and curled like it had been did by a professional. The blue eyes that held all the secrets that you basically had to pry out of her. The pink lips that I was all too familiar with.

I couldn't believe it. I didn't know if I wanted to believe it.

It was her. My Mary. She was alive.

Before I knew what I was doing I was on my feet and hurriedly walking over towards her and Peter, pushing through the Lost Boys. I could feel Peter's questioning eyes on me as I made a beeline for her. She looked up and caught sight of me, all color draining from her pretty face. Her eyes stared up at me unbelievably as I stopped in front of her, Peter watching our every move, waiting for an explanation.

"Oh my god," she said softly as she stared awestruck into my grey eyes. "Felix?"

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