Katherine

"How much did we get?" My father could barely contain his excitement as we walked backstage after everyone had gone home. I stepped up to the table in the corner and laid out handfuls of money, jewelry, and one gold pocket watch. My father grinned and began shoving the stolen objects into his pockets. "Thank you Sebastian Beaudet," he howled as he grabbed the gold chain and swung the pocket watch into his hand.

I shuddered at the mention of Sebastian. I remembered how he had looked at me. He had run his hands up and down my back and arms, eager to get more of me. I stayed as far as I possibly could, and if he would've tried anything I would've killed him. To seduce that man was the worst thing I had ever done. The very thought of ever going near him again sickened me. I was also pretty sure that the smell of his harsh breath would never leave my nose. How could a fifty year old man, such as Sebastian, seriously be into a sixteen year old girl?

"Speaking of Sebastian Beaudet," my father said still examining his new watch, "he is leaving town tomorrow." I felt myself relax at the thought of never seeing him again. I didn't ask where he was going or why, I didn't care, I just wanted him gone for good. "He has invited us over for dinner tonight. He says he wants to discus something that he discovered today." My heart dropped and I felt like I had been kicked in the gut. Another night with that demon, I thought to myself.

"It's probably about your magic trick with Annabelle. He knows how it's done, I could see it in his face." I looked at the floor and kept my tone flat, not wanting my father to think something was wrong. I didn't want to disappoint him by telling him I couldn't go to Sebastian's house tonight, he needed me there to steal for him again. It's only one night, I reassured myself, You can do it, for Papa.

"He is a smart man," I was surprised to hear my father admit that, "but not smart enough to keep out to thieves who have already robbed him once." My father doubled over with laughter at the thought of Sebastian's stupidity. He found it so funny and it made him so happy to go into the house to steal form him again that I defiantly couldn't back out of this now. I would do anything to make my father happy, including spending more time with Sebastian Beaudet.

We arrived at the Beaudet residence as the sun was beginning to set. I had changed into an elegant white dress that ended just above my knees. My father, wearing a light blue button up with black trousers and vest, was reaching out to knock on the door.

I looked at my father, urging him to meet my gaze, but he never even glanced at me. I often wished that he would wish me luck or give me a simple thumbs up if I did a good job, but he never shows any thanks or gratitude. He has no idea what I put up with to make him happy, but I know he loves me, whether he says often or not. I would do anything for him, and he would do the same for me.

The giant wooden door swung open, a bald man with a rag thrown over his arm stood in the door way. "Mr. Beaudet is expecting you."

We silently followed the man through the house and into a dinning area. If one were to compare this house to the other houses of the village, one could make the conclusion that Sebastian Beaudet was a very wealthy man. I ran my hands along the soft velvet curtains as we walked down the hallway. A magnificent chandelier hung above the dinning room table. Plates were trimmed with gold and linen napkins sat at each seating place on the table. A mahogany chest was pushed against the wall. Spare silverware and plates we resting on top of it.

In seeing us, Sebastian rose from the table to greet us. The table sat twelve people, yet Sebastian was the only person living here besides his bald headed servant. I couldn't help but wonder why he would've bought such a large table, or such a large house. He must get lonely, I thought, but then again, what did I care? He might've been living a sad life, but he was still a despicable human being.

"Mr. Smith." Sebastian extended his hand towards my father, who took it graciously and shook it firmly. "It is very nice to see you again. I see you've brought an angel along with you." He turned his attention to me and I forced myself to smile. He took my hand and lightly kissed the top of it. My stomach churned at his touch.

"Pleasure seeing you again, Mr. Beaudet." I drew my hand out of his own, for he had been holding it quite some time.

"Please, you can refer to me as Sebastian. We are all friends here aren't we?" He never took his eyes off me as he stood back and gave me a yellow toothed grin.

I swallowed hard before answering him. "That we are," I hesitated before saying his name, "Sebastian."

"Shall we eat now?" He finally took his eyes off me to look at my father, who was getting distracted by the fine china that was incased in glass.

Sebastian sat at the head of the table, I to his right, and my father to his left. Soon enough the man who had answered the door brought in a silver platter, and on it a cooked turkey. My mouth began to water at the sight of it. I had never eaten anything that looked so delicious. My diet contained of bread or apples or basically anything that was easy to steal at the market. My father never provided me with anything, nor did he ever share any of the money we earned. If I wanted anything at all, I needed to find my own way of getting it.

A slice of turkey was cut and put on my plate. I forced myself to eat slowly and not like a wild animal. The taste of the food made me close my eyes to appreciate it more. I blocked out any conversation exchanged between Sebastian and my father. I had done enough for the both of them to deserve one good meal with no disturbances or worries. After I had finished eating, I dabbed my mouth with the linen napkin. "That was a nice meal, thank you for inviting us over." I smiled sweetly at Sebastian and the bald man, whom seemed quite pleased that I enjoyed the meal. I assumed he had cooked it and wasn't used to getting compliments all the time, especially if Sebastian was the only person to ever eat his cooking.

Now that I had enjoyed my meal, it was time to get to work. "If you'll excuse me, I need to run to the Ladies Room." I pushed my chair back to stand up.

"Charles, show her the way." Sebastian was addressing his bald servant man. How am I supposed to steal anything with him around? I smiled sweetly and followed Charles out the door once more, carful not to show my worry in my expression.

I reached the bathroom and looked around for anything small enough for me to sneak out. Nothing. I sighed in defeat and exited the room. Charles led me back to the dining room without a word. I slowed my pace as we approached the dining room. Sebastian and my father were standing by the front door now, talking happily.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Sebastian was shaking my fathers hand and handing off a pouch of what I guessed to be money. What had my father sold to him? My mind was racing as my father began to leave. I dashed to the door to follow him out, but Sebastian reached his arm out to grab me.

"Papa, what is going on?" My voice was filled with worry, "Let me go!" I scratched at Sebastian's hand on arm, but he only tightened his grip causing me to wince.

"You are mine now, angel."

I looked to my father for an explanation, but he walked out the door leaving me with nothing. Was I just sold away? I screamed and kicked as Sebastian drug me back into the dinning room. He shoved me into the room and slammed the door behind him. I was then grabbed by the wrist and shoved up against the wall. I struggled against him, but it was no use. As he eyed me with lust I knew what he had in mind to do with me. I hadn't even experienced my first kiss yet, and he sure as hell wasn't going to be the first. I glanced to the side and noticed that we were beside the chest with the extra silverware. I didn't think as my hand shot out for a fork. I held the fork tight in my hand and plunged it into his eye. I ignored his blood that was running down my arm and I ignored the horrible sound of the fork digging into his eyeball. He let out a blood curdling scream.

"I am no angel," I spat at him and ran for the door. Charles was on his way to the door after he had heard the outcry of Sebastian. He looked inside the room and saw Sebastian lying on the floor clutching at his eye, blood staining the carpets. He spun around and swung his arms out in a desperate attempt to catch me. I slithered away and bound up the stairs two at a time.

At the top of the stairs was a long corridor. At the end of the corridor was a massive window. I would probably only break an ankle if I leapt from the window at this hight, but it didn't matter. I just needed to get away, and fast. I ran full speed toward the window and threw myself out of it.

Time seemed to slow down as I smashed through the window. The sound of the glass shattering pierced my ears. Shards of glass tore away the skin on my bare shoulder and dug deep into the flesh. I let out a high pitched scream and for a second, one second, I swear I hovered in the air. That one second of hovering made me feel free, but my second was over fast as you can imagine. I began plummeting towards the ground again. Nothing was there to save me until something latched onto my hand and jerked me upwards.

My feet barely touched the blades of grass growing beneath me before my rescuer came. I looked up to see that my rescuer was a dark outline of a person. It had glowing blueish eyes that seemed to look into my soul. I didn't question how or why this was happening, I just accepted it. I didn't care where this thing took me. Any place would be better than living with Sebastian Beaudet for the rest of my life.

We were flying fast. Then faster. Faster. Faster. The wind howled in my ears. My skin was chilled and we were flying so fast that my eyes for forced closed. I felt as if the wind were going to tear me apart. Was I saved only to die this way? Make it stop!

As the thought entered my brain, everything did stop. I felt nothing but the dark figures cold hold on my hand. The wind no longer blew, everything was silent. I slowly peeled my eyelids open. My chest tightened with panic when I saw how high up we were, but I relaxed when I caught sight of the beautiful island beneath me. If anyone else would've seen this island they would've described it as 'dark' or 'uninviting'. However, I saw its beauty. The fog that lingered around it painted a perfect picture that took my breath away. There was something about the island that drew me towards it; something that was calling to me in some way. I felt as if I belonged here, almost as if I were... home.

The creepy figured lowered me down towards the ground, but not close enough to it. It dropped me while I was still too far off the ground for comfort. My legs jolted when I hit the ground. I immediately lost balance and began to roll on my side. I had rolled over the shoulder with the glass shards in it, sending a new wave of pain into my body. I crashed into the base of a tree, the air knocked from my lungs. I was gasping for air when my vision started going black. I felt pain everywhere and decided it easiest to give in to the darkness trying to take me. It only took a couple of seconds for the strange world around me to fade out.

Hello! I got this chapter finished a lot sooner than I had planned and I just couldn't wait to post it so... Here it is! The story is still going at a slow pace but she is in Neverland now! Yay! So it should get a lot more interesting once Pan finally enters the story. Just hang in there he'll show up eventually.

Thanks for reading! xoxo