Part 3 : And she fell.

Author's note : Smut and probably Wendy's fall too in this chapter (and the tag dark!Wendy will really take its sense), disturbing moments, non-con… It should be the second to last chapter of this (long) One Shot.

She knew exactly what he wanted.

A feeling of shiver mixed with disgust crossed through her, as she was seeing in front of her the bathtub, which seemed almost to consider her with a mocking irony – if objects could be conscious in a way – and she had the impression that everything in this room was mocking her openly.

Peter Pan being the first of them.

Taking her hand out of his as fast as possible, she walked awkwardly directly to the bathtub, not knowing yet how things would turn, even if she already had a little idea of how it would end.

She swallowed with difficulty, understanding that she just could not escape to it.

Wendy turned back in the direction of the one she called her friend once, and that she loved, with all her heart, despite what she said earlier, that she had loved, before Pan decided to destroy everything which was on his way.

She felt tears almost falling along her eyes, and she didn't even wipe them as these one were falling slowly.

It was the complete loss of her innocence that she was mourning, the loss of her childhood, even if this one had been already partly reduced to ashes two years ago, when Pan and his shadow had taken Baelfire far from her.

She didn't care about crying in front of him, she didn't care about anything now, and as she was trying to stop her body from trembling (from fear, anger, horror), plunging her nails into her hands to do so, not caring about the pain either, and she gave him a murderous look.

And, as all her moral bearings fell one after the other, she swore that one day, if she could do so, she would kill Peter Pan by herself, with her own hands.

Unconscious of this furor which animated her, the young man began to smile.

"Well ? He asked her. What are you waiting for ? He continued, looking at her with interest."

In order to put away from her the fog which was stopping her from seeing anything, she put her fingers on her eyes, wiping the best she could the tears which were not rolling anymore.

Eyes now reddened, she looked again at Pan.

"What ? She asked him, trying to be the less aggressive possible.

It would be useless to make him angry now.

It would just make things worst.

- Did you forget the reason why we are here ?

Because you're a pervert and a freaking bastard… she thought with rage.

He was seeing the rage consuming her, and he began to smile, again.

Oh, it would be so good to destroy her, one day.

And he was going to begin right now.

What Wendy didn't know, is that Peter Pan was not always an immortal and eternally young child. She didn't know that he had been a child, then an adult, then a child again (a non usual thing, since normally, it's happening in the other sense), she didn't know that the situation was even more shady than she thought it was.

Peter Pan was not just a young man obsessed by her, he was also Malcolm, without being him, but who was still obsessed by eternal youth, and by childhood, especially by its innocent side.

Which would not stop him from doing everything so she would loose her child soul, of course.

- Not at all !

- Well, then…

- Could you please leave me some time ? Just so… I would prepare myself ?

- To prepare yourself to what ? The only thing you've got to do, is to take off your clothes, and to go into this bathtub ! You should hurry, the water is going to get cold soon.

- It shouldn't be a problem for you, with your so powerful magic, you should succeed to make it hotter, she mocked him, ignoring the clear double-sens that her sentence could get if you thought about it a little (or if you were someone with a great sense of perversity…)

His smile then began suddenly cold and ironic.

- Wendy, my dear Wendy… You know that you should be suspicious, now. My patience has some limits, and it would be good if it didn't turn bad for you… Or for this dear Baelfire, he said, throwing his threat at her face with the air the most nonchalant of the world."

The young girl froze, both scared and relieved, because if the perspective that this monster could hurt Baelfire was not something she liked, knowing that at least he was alive was giving her back a little of her strength to fight.

She nodded her head, obedient.

"Fine, if we both agreed on the same things…

The young girl bite her tongue with anger, trying not make him even more angrier than he already was, but being herself still full of contained rage.

Oh, hell, did she hate him.

Rapidly taking away from herself the outfits she was still wearing, she then entered into the bath that Peter had prepared for her, and she couldn't help sighing with satisfaction when her dirty and since a too long time abandoned body entered in contact with the burning water which was finally welcoming her in it.

Hell, it had been since such a long time that her body had knew nothing else than pain and privations, that yes, she could get some rest now !

Lost in her mind, she almost completely succeeded to forget Peter Pan's presence, who then surged back into her world.

Reassembling her last forces, the young girl who was both physically and morally exhausted then took the arm of the boy who pretended to love her.

Surprised, he frowned.

"What the…

- Do we have a deal Peter ? She said, not even letting him finish his sentence. Once this… this… this thing is over, completely over, once you give me the information I asked from you, you will make me see Baelfire. Is that clear ? She exclaimed, making everything in order not to make her voice tremble."

He began to smile.

She still hadn't changed one bit, despite all the things he made her endure.

She was still herself, she was still so strong, so brave, so valiant.

Wonderful.

"Fine… It seems quite reasonable to me. But, Wendy, especially don't forget that, if you disobey to me or resist to me, something terrible will happen to Baelfire. Or, to your little brothers…"

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

"Alright, she whispered, squeezing her teeth."

When he put his lips on hers some seconds later, she was then hit by this certitude : that he was sure of being really in love with her, and to realize this could have made her cry, had she been alone.

This is not love Peter.

It will never be.

It's just obsession.

§§§§

She wanted to fell.

She was here, in this hell she couldn't leave, far from all the people she loved, and she wanted to die.

It would have been so easy, she suddenly realized some seconds later.

It would have been much more simpler to just give up, to abandon definitely, to stop fighting, and to let herself sink at the bottom of the bathtub, in order to flee from this non-consensual kiss that Pan was right now imposing to her.

It would have given to her the impression of finally having back control on her life for the first time in months.

But honestly, what would have really changed then ?

Peter Pan would have stopped her even before she could have done it, and he would have put her head out of the water immediately, and it would have been done for absolutely nothing.

It would just have made things even worst than they already were.

Yet, it's not what pushed her not to give up.

Think about Baelfire.

Think about John, about Michael, about mom and dad.

You're not alone, don't forget it, this is what Pan wants you to believe, but he is wrong.

He is lying to you.

I know.

Wendy left her state of almost trance only some seconds later, when Peter finally decided to break the kiss he had forced her to share with him, and, breathing again with difficulty, she did everything she could in order not to begin to vomit.

Then, as if nothing awful had just happened, Pan gave her a great smile.

"Well… What if we really began this time ?"

Oh, yes, it's true, I was supposed to wash, in fact.

"Ah, yeah, I was forgetting it… he added, suddenly clacking his fingers, using his magic, and shaving her completely at the same moment."

Wendy raised a circumspect eyebrow.

"Was it really necessary ?

He shrugged.

- Well, I said I would take care of you, no ? This, this is included into too."

She shivered again.

Oh gods, did he really think that it would be enough to make her become attached to him ?

If this is really what you want to do, then, let me go, damn !

Without warning her tormentor, she plunged under the water for some seconds, trying to escape, maybe only illusory, from this true nightmare that her life had became.

When he took her arm, Wendy almost tried to get away from him, before remembering that she didn't have the right to escape.

And Pan's threat resonated again at her ears, making her freeze.

If you disobey to me or resist to me, something terrible will happen to Baelfire. Or, to your little brothers…

So, she just squeezed her teeth, ready to endure what would follow then.

"Don't be so tensed, Wendy ! It's just a bath, nothing else, you don't have to be so afraid !"

She decided to listen to him, despite her great desire to tell him to fuck off, by throwing her fist right in his face.

The young girl retained with difficulty a sigh of relief, seeing him begin to wash her hair, and not beginning with another more private part of her body.

But yet, she was still terribly afraid.

Having the certitude that he would use this occasion to hurt her, by pulling her hair, for example, or by doing something else to her, Wendy couldn't help but being surprised by seeing that Pan just… washed her hairs, simply.

These one, by the way, really needed to be washed, after quite six months (at least), not to be treated, washed or be taken care of, and they really seemed to look bad now.

She grimaced a little with pain during the process, while Pan helped himself with his magic that he used as the soap itself, in order to make her hair look like they used to be, but in the end, this treatment was more good than bad for her.

Even if it didn't make her forget that it was Pan himself who was the responsible of this mess.

Talking about him, this one, maybe wanting to honor his part of the deal, seeing that his captive decided not to try to escape, as she was supposed to do, began then to talk.

"Fine… Since your current purpose is to understand why I am doing now what I am doing, to capture you, abduct Baelfire and keep him here, take all these children here… I will tell you, and especially, I will tell you all my story.

Wendy distractedly nodded her head, almost seeming to loose conscience, as Peter's hands on her hair, caressing her head with a certain softness, formed a real contrast compared to what she suffered from before.

For her, not to suffer during a certain period of time was more the exception than the norm, and it could have almost make her forget that all of this had just began in order to break her completely.

A part of herself wanted to give in totally, not to resist anymore, but Baelfire's look that she could almost see in her mind dissuaded her to do so.

- Fine, she said. Go one, I am listening to you.

- My name was not always Peter Pan. I used to be called Malcolm, and I was a human like all the other one. A mediocre man, he acknowledged, mortal, who had to grow up and to become an adult, a husband and then, a father.

Wendy started, almost risking to jump out of the bathtub, and she turned herself into his direction with a surprised look.

- What… You used to be an adult once ? But, how… how is it possible ?

He offered her an amused smile.

- Well, magic of course.

- And… you got a kid ? A family ?

- For a time, yes. And then, one day, not a long time after my son's birth, my wife died. His face immediately darkened. And I failed raising up my son, I failed assuming my responsibilities.

Today more than at any other moment, Wendy understood well that monsters didn't come from nowhere, and at her own great surprise, she felt a sort of sympathy toward him.

It excused nothing, of course, but it explained a lot of things.

- I am sorry…

He had a light smile, before putting his hand on her cheek, and she couldn't help shivering, as she still hadn't forgot that he had locked her up there and tortured her.

Then, he shrugged.

- I got over it, with time.

- And after that, your son… what happened to him ?

- I gave him up and exchanged him against immortality and eternal youth, he exclaimed with cynicism."

Wendy immediately got away from any contact with her tormentor, feeling all her compassion for him fly away in a moment.

She paled.

- So, this is how… you became Peter Pan ? By abandoning your son ?

The immortal's smile became sardonic this time.

- Indeed."

He stole a new forced kiss from her, and a deep nausea took her, while she was understanding what kind of monster really was in front of her.

- And then, what happened ? She then asked, while Peter was now attacking her arms and the rest of her body that he began to wash with a softness almost obscene.

- Oh, it's really simple, I began to abduct and recruit some other young boys across different worlds, making them come here with the help of my shadow.

- In order to do what ?"

It's almost done, she forced herself to believe, it's almost over.

"My immortality is not immutable, he then said with nonchalance. In some centuries, it will be completely over, and I will die, well, only if I accept my fate without doing anything.

Wendy then felt a terrible hope invade her.

- Is there a way to save you ?

Is there a way to kill you ?

- Yes, there is one. I am looking for a particular boy, who owns the heart of the truest believer. Thanks to him, I will be able to stay young forever.

The young girl immediately understood that terrible consequences would happen if he ever succeeded to find this boy.

- When you find him, what will you do to him ?

As she saw what kind of smile was now ornamenting his face, she felt a terrible fear take her.

- I will kill him ! I will rip out his heart, and put it into my own chest. And you, Wendy, you will help me in this quest, he said with the certitude that only mad people blocked on a fixed idea can have.

She forced herself to smile.

- Never !

- We will see it, princess."

When he kissed her for the third time of the day, she had to contain herself with all her forces in order not to bite his tongue.

§§§§

Feeling Peter Pan's hands run freely along her body, Wendy then understood that it was there, right now, that the horror would truly begin.

Not that he is expressing any kind of violence toward her (he perfectly knew he didn't need to do so in order to have what he wanted), in fact, it was even the contrary.

He was appropriating her body, or at least, he was trying to do so, with his damn hands, and all of this, his caresses, this obscene softness, this tenderness which had no sense, his smile, this madness in his look, just made her want to vomit.

The water in which she was suddenly seemed to freeze, now that she was feeling the grip of her tormentor on her get stronger.

She wanted to leave, run, get away, escape from what was happening to her.

But she couldn't.

Pan's threat resonated a new time in her spirit, and she took a deep breath.

She promised to herself that Pan would never destroy her.

"You know that this is not what I want, right ?

He began to smile, not stopping to touch, at her own deception.

- Now yes, but one day, it will be the case."

She rolled her eyes, before gasping with surprise as she felt him come closer to her, his mouth beginning to put kisses on her neck, and the sensation itself was not really uncomfortable, and it was the worst thing in this situation.

Her body had suffered for months on the hands of this bastard, and the only thing this traitor wanted, was to feel no pain anymore, in fact, everything which was far from suffering was more than welcomed.

What could she do now except accept all these sensations that Pan was offering to her ?

(She couldn't flee or try to escape, or she would even more suffer, a thing she wanted not to endure.)

Even if she couldn't forget, again, that he was the one who was the responsible of her distress.

As he was continuing to kiss her, she couldn't deny that she…

Yes, she was feeling good.

In fact, because of her position, it was quite surprising, since she was right now lying in a bathtub full of water, without a pillow or anything else, not really the most comfortable place in the world either.

But it was without counting on Pan's magic, which made her feel like… like she was lying on a bed of clouds, if it was really possible, and in fact, it was really wonderful.

Well, wonderful shouldn't have been the appropriate adjective, but strangely, it was the first one which had come to her mind.

It was not normal.

The young girl opened her eyes, that she didn't even remember closing at first, in fact, and she put a critical look on the young man lying above her (and who was floating "in the air", a little like her, but it was not that the most surprising), frowning.

"Peter… Tell me you're not using your magic on me in order to make me correspond at your desires."

The fact that he was doing this on her didn't even surprise her, in fact.

She knew him too much well to ignore the fact that he was ready to do anything to get what he wanted, and it didn't terrify her anymore, it just disgusted her.

Had she been more distanced from all of this, she could have almost felt relieved to see him take control, maybe she would have done it if she had been more desperate, and truly broken, because it would have meant not to suffer anymore, not to be unhappy, not to even be conscious of the terrible situation in which she was.

But it would have also signified the loss of her identity, her will, her free-will itself, this thing which was both so fundamental and important, it would sign the definitive end of her freedom, it would make her become a totally different person, she would not be Wendy Darling anymore, she would only be Peter Pan's doll.

And she refused to let this happen.

He began to smile.

"Oh, Wendy… You know just as me that here, we play by using my rules.

To play.

Did he reduce everything to this unique action ?

Why did it still surprise her ?

- This is not a game, Peter… It never was one, by the way."

She would not give up, she promised herself.

No matter what he would do, she would never let herself fall, she would do everything to stay herself.

She would still be here, despite the magic, despite what Pan was making her endure.

And yet… a part of herself wanted to do it, just for a time.

She was so tired.

So, maybe that… that she could relax at little, for some hours ?

And accept what Peter was giving to her, as morbid as it might be.

She just wanted not to suffer anymore.

She stopped resisting.

§§§§

Peter Pan exulted.

Magic was really a wonderful thing, when it was goodly used.

Wendy, with her eyes still opened, seemed to be now much more appeased than she was some seconds earlier, and Peter felt his smile widen when he noticed it.

He leaned on her, and kissed her gently.

When she replied to the kiss, he knew that he had won, temporally, at least.

He then put his hand between her thighs, beginning to softly caress her, touching her right where no one in the past had touched her, not even herself.

As he saw her begin to twist with pleasure, almost despite herself, he almost laughed.

She was almost moving in a sense, lost in pleasure, without even realizing it.

Except that, it wouldn't last for long.

Unfortunately for him.

The spell would soon stop, and in some seconds, she would come back to her senses.

Too bad.

After some minutes of this delicious torture, she began to scream with pleasure this time, and his smile became a smirk.

A good thing done now…

Some seconds later, she blinked, leaving this soft sleepiness, in which the swift orgasm that she had just felt had put her into.

Her expression instantly changed.

Being now full of pure horror.

And him, with still a smile on his lips, licked his fingers, with a satisfied air on his face.

The young girl came closer to him, and, without a word, she slapped him violently, and he received the slap without moving.

"You, monster ! She screamed, horrified. How did you dare…

Not letting her continue talking, he clicked his fingers a new time, making the water and the bathtub disappear, and he used his magic in order to dry her and dress her, leaving her completely mute.

- Can you tell me what you're doing ? She asked him, frowning.

- Well, I made you a promise, didn't I ?

- I don't understand…

- I promised to let you see Baelfire ! It's time now, don't you think ? Poor little one, he must feel really lonely where he is now.

Wendy looked at him with a suspicious air.

- You also mentioned the fact that he didn't have the right to see me.

- Indeed yes, and it didn't change at all."

She wanted to vomit.

"Do you really think I'm going to forget what you did to me just because you intend to keep a promise ?

He shrugged.

- It doesn't matter… Let's go."

For the first time since she had arrived here, Wendy agreed with him.

§§§§

He had made her invisible, in fact, even if she had screamed his name while being next to him, Baelfire couldn't have heard her.

And it broke her heart, because Baelfire was persuaded to be alone, on this damn island, in this damn cave, with no allies, no friends, and that she was just there, next to him, and that she could do nothing.

And Peter Pan's sadistic smile didn't help at all to lessen her despair.

They were both alone and miserable, and it hurt her so much that she stayed there only for some minutes.

"I have a deal to propose to you…

- What kind of deal ? She asked without any kindness.

- Join the Lost Boys… In exchange, you will be well treated, and so will be Baelfire. And, who knows, maybe that one day, you will consider this place as your true home.

- Never, she whispered, gritting her teeth."

§§§§

Years passed.

And, if in Neverland, it was not something noticeable, it was not the same in the land without magic.

In London, John and Michael had grown up, had lost their parents some years ago, and they were now two young adults who were twenty-fourth and twenty-two years old.

Fourteen years old had passed since Wendy's disappearance, and in the end, they had finally completely forgotten that this story with Peter Pan's shadow had ever been real.

So, the day the shadow came back to see them and where they met for the first time Peter Pan in the flesh, they remembered everything.

In front of them, there was the monster who had kidnapped Baelfire, and who was the responsible of their sister's disappearance.

"John, Michael, he saluted them, smiling. I am happy to finally meet you.

- What did you do to them ? John asked him, terribly pale. To Baelfire and Wendy ?

- Oh, don't worry, they are fine. By the way, I want to make a deal with you… Tell me boys, did you ever hear of a town called Storybrooke ?"

And here is how began the long slavery of the two Darling brothers.

§§§§

Other years passed, as painful as the previous for everyone.

John and Michael served Pan's mysterious purposes, while waiting for Storybrooke's appearance, and the curse to be broken, Baelfire was still as alone as he used to be, and Wendy…

Wendy was as miserable as before, maybe even more.

She had finally realized the truth.

She would never leave this place.

It didn't make this truth less painful.

She was trapped here since, what… hundred years or something like that ?

Her parents and her brothers were certainly dead since a long time, and yet, she still hadn't became a Lost Girl.

In her heart, she was still a Darling, and she was doing everything in order to remember her father's voice, her mother's face, and her little brother's laughs.

She refused to give up.

Since the bathtub scene, Peter Pan hadn't touched her again, at her own relief.

Maybe that he had finally understood that she didn't want to do anything with him.

Then, since she had no way out of this place, maybe that she could use her tormentor's weapons against him ?

"Can I know what you're doing here, little one ? The shadow asked her, and she shivered with fear.

- I would want to… I would like to learn magic, she continued with more assurance.

- And… for which reason ? The entity then said with its guttural voice.

To be able to kill Peter Pan one day and flee from this place with Baelfire.

She hold the shadow's look.

- It's not your business."

Something which looked like a smile appeared on the… creature's face.

"Fine ! I will teach you all the things you need to know about magic… But I have to warn you… Be careful with that, you might fall easily into darkness, if you're not careful enough.

- I surely won't, she replied. I know how to take care of myself. And I know what I am fighting for.

- Well, we will see that…"

§§§§

Now that she was learning magic, Wendy didn't understand anymore why Baelfire felt so much hatred and fear toward it.

This feeling of power, this sensation of being powerful that she felt every time she used her new powers, all of this was terribly… intoxicating.

She had the feeling of finally getting back some control on her life, after all the horrors that Peter Pan had made her endure.

What she still didn't understand, was that she was falling, dangerously.

What she ignored either, was that it was exactly what Pan had planned.

As time passed more and more, Wendy began to loose herself without even realizing it.

What mattered the most now for her, it was to become more and more powerful, and her revenge against Pan seemed to be less and less important.

Yet, despite that, a burning anger sometimes animated her against him.

During the night, she sometimes touched herself, the same way he had touched her some decades ago, hiding herself under a bubble of invisibility, in order to show him, in a way, that he hadn't taken everything from her.

That she still had some liberty in this cursed world.

But, as she began thinking about Peter Pan while doing this, she maybe should have told herself that something was wrong.

Except that she didn't.

She was not helped either by Peter's own shenanigans, and by some events which happened later.

The first of them being Baelfire's departure who finally succeeded to escape from Neverland.

Peter used it in order to use again his magic on the young girl who, now that she knew that she was more alone than ever, felt even worst than before, and broken as she was, she was more psychologically fragile than she was in the past.

In the end, she was more vulnerable to his manipulations, and in reality, the fact that she had learned magic didn't help her at all, it was quite the contrary.

She was much more receptive to dark magic now, and since Peter Pan was far more powerful than she herself was, she couldn't resist to what he did to her : that is to say, modify her memories to make her believe that Baelfire had abandoned her purposely, just as her brothers and her parents, and that him, Peter Pan, was the only one who ever took care of her.

It was a lie, of course, but now, she believed firmly that it was true.

After all these years, even all these centuries of tortures, of bad treatments, of manipulations and blackmail, he had finally succeeded to change her the way he wanted to.

In the end, Peter Pan had been right.

In a sense, she belonged to him now…

To be continued…