She sat up restless and leaned against her black cold metal bed frame. Even the comfort of her bed couldn't help her and thus she stood up.

She went over to the vanity and sat down. Her reflection haunted her. She felt like the scum of the earth. Her blue eyes had lost all of its sparkle and glamour. Her skin was a haunting pale and her lips were cold and chapped. The circles under her eyes contrasted against her ghostly skin.

Her long braid on the side hung loosely and her hair dead. The look in her eyes was empty. It was vacant, those blue eyes that were already dying and told very few stories of her childhood were now nothing. Nothing, but just simple eyes that only showed how dead she was on the inside.

She felt incredibly stupid. She felt weak and fragile because a simple mystical voice had broken her down. He had ripped her heart from her chest and stepped on it.

She let loose her braid and combed her thin white fingers down her wavy hair. She got up from the vanity and walked quietly over to her large closet. She opened the door and inside looked for a white long cardigan. She slipped it out of the hanger and placed it on. She knelt down, pushing her back, and searched for some white ballet flats. She slipped them on and stood up.

She didn't even bother trying to cover up her tracks. She didn't care if she got caught anymore.

She walked out of her room carelessly and walked over to the Simon's room. She knocked on the door and shuffling and whispered shouting went on.

She chuckled softly and opened the door. The lads were all pretending to be asleep and Brandon cracked open an eye.

"Lads, tis Wendy."

They all kicked the covers off and Simon sat up in bed, "What can we do for your idiot ass?" He was still very mad that she had allowed that no good whore of a man and his lover into their home.

To say he was mad was actually an understatement.

"Simon."

"That idiot told you that he no longer loved you! Goddammit Wendy! Open your bloody eyes!"

"Simon! You're not dad so quit it! You don't know anything!"

"You think I don't, but I do! Wendy, fuck! I've seen you cry everytime you went to the nursery. I know you sleep with that stupid acorn necklace that we almost shot you with. Wendy, believe me it is difficult. I have been a lost boy for a couple of hundred of years, and I left that comfort for something better. You can do so much better, I know you Wendy." He was yelling and his voice softened at the end. Wendy had a bitter smile and she slid down the wall, her head in her hands.

"Wendy-"

"What is it with all this shouting? Children, it is 2 o'clock! Go to bed this instant." Mr. Darling was yawning and rubbing his eye. He was bothered very much at the fact of how early he had to wake up at, considering he had work earlier than other days.

"Father, go to sleep, I'll take care of everything." Simon assured him and left muttering profanities under his breath. Simon closed the door and knelt down besides Wendy. The twins crawled out of their beds along with John, who was squinting without his glasses.

"We'll beat him up, Wendy."

"Boys, I don't want you to be mad at him because of me."

"I'm not mad at him." The twins said with sly smirks, "We're pissed at 'em."

"Lads, thank you for everything.I'm going to go out okay? Keep your mouths shut lads. I'll see you in the morning."

"Alright, be careful out there, Wendy."

She stood up and walked out of the room. The house creaked and stirred. She heard few steps from up in the attic and hushed voices.

She sighed quietly and walked down the hallway, and down the stairs. Her fingers sliding down the wooden hand rail. She walked down the stairs and went out through the front door, closing it quietly.

A cold gust of wind hit her face as she slipped outside. The London streets were dark and empty. She walked down main street, her hands leaving fingerprints on all the glass windows. She reached the book shop which was too locked and dark. She knocked softly and a light in the back went on.

Diana had her hair in a nest and she was in a white silk robe with her eyes droopy. She let Wendy in without a question and locked again the door.

"My apologies for waking you up." Wendy apologized as she was led up the stairs and into the woman's home. The woman nodded and smiled in return. Once again, she past through the storage room and as she got into the other room, she recognized someone.

From the painting, she recognized Victoria. Things were different though. Victoria now had lighter hair and it was chopped up unevenly. They still held the same eyes and smile though.

"Diana?" She was filled with panic and Diana came rushing back from the kitchen.

"What is wrong?" She asked as she placed the two cups of tea on the study desk.

"What's your daughter name's?" Wendy asked, not bothering to take her sight off the painting.

"Victoria." Diana's voice was cracking and Wendy turned around fast. She knew something she didn't.

"She's not dead is she?" Wendy questioned, her mind taking off.

"Yes she is."

"You're lying!"

"Why would I be lying about my own daughter's death?

"Tell me about Peter Pan."

"That old children book?" She laughed and with the spoon, she mixed her tea with some sugar.

"Diana, please tell me what you know."

"Why are you so interested in this fairy tale and my daughter?" She asked, not bothering to look up. She brought the tea to her lips and Wendy walked closer to her.

"I think we both know."

"I don't know."

"Bloody hell! Tell me or Jesus Christ help I will find out myself." She threatened. Diana sighed in defeat and motioned for her to sit with her. Wendy, still wary, walked slowly to her, and sat down, sitting on the edge of the chair.

Diana handed her the cup of tea and asked as she stirred her tea, "Sugar?"

"Yes." She nodded and Diana poured inside with a teaspoon sugar.

Wendy mixed it and Diana looked at her, putting down the tea on her lap , "I remember when you were 12. There was a scandal. The most beautiful women in town had her children gone. For a night, I think."

Wendy listened, letting her go on , "But you see your mother wasn't as franatic as she should have been. Perhaps it was because she knew. She knew where you were. She knew you were in Neverland with Peter Pan. Wendy, I have not been completely honest."

Wendy chuckled coldly and said, "I can see that."

Diana ignored her and went on, "A couple of decades ago, when your mother was 13 and I was 16, there was a small scandal. A myth really. Young girls claimed to have seen a boy fly through the night and peep into their windows. For a year, girl disappeared and appeared out of thin air. Some were gone for a night others for a month, but they all came back. It was December when your mother disappeared for a night. She came back a new girl. She looked older and mature and love struck. She was something else. Then came my turn, I still remember everything clearly."

"My mother met Peter Pan?"

"Oh honey, Peter Pan loved your mother dearly. Perhaps that was why he chose you. He hasn't been here after that scandal, he came back out of nowhere. And he took you for some unknown reason."

"Oh. Please do go on about your adventure."

"It was 3 days after your mother had left. I was 15, going to turn 16 on the 31st of December. I was brushing my hair back then, singing a song to myself. The window slid open and a gust of wind blew in. A beautiful bell and light flew into the room as well and a handsome boy stumbled into my room. It was simple really. He asked for my name and asked if I wanted to go a land where I never had to grow up. He said I would never have to think about grown up things again. It was my perfect escape. He took me to Neverland, he took me to Mermaid Lagoon. He took me to the fairies. Hell, I was even kidnapped by old Hook and rescued me. And I remember, on that deck, he kissed my cheek. I must admit, I wanted more, but he got angry and took me back. I apologized of course, and I made him swear on something."

Wendy was burly processing everything. Peter had told her the exactly same things. Peter had took her to fairies and said she was the only girl there. He had rescued her. She wasn't any different. How stupid and naive of her!

How dare he get mad at her! She was just another victim. Just another 12 year old girl to him.

"W-what did y-you make him s-swear on?" She stuttered. Her eyes threatened to spill tears. How much crying had been going on these few days!

"I made him swear that he too would take my daughter on an adventure."

"I believe he didn't break that promise."

"He stuck to his promise, but he took my daughter away forever. When you turned 13, my daughter was visited by Pan. He told me he was to be a lost girl, not a mother. The first lost girl, wonderful, no?"

She nodded, but inside her head she knew it was not at all wonderful. It was horrendous.

"He came back the night after with her, I was pleased my daughter got to experience a real adventure, but no she was not coming back. Pan looked older, 14 perhaps and you know what he said to me, Wendy?"

"No." She was dying in the inside.

"He told me,'Vicky's something special, D. I think we're going to get along very well. She wants to say, but she wanted to say goodbye.'" She laughed humorlessly and sipped from tea shortly. She looked at Wendy in the eye, she could see how much this was killing her.

"My daughter whispered in my ear, 'mother we're in love. I love you very much, but I think I belong in Neverland.'"

"Diana," Wendy trailed on, feeling pity for Diana. She placed a hand on her shoulder and patted it.

"Wendy, she left me crying in the window. She wasn't the same girl after her father died. I wanted what's best for her, Wendy! And cursed boy took her away from me, Wendy. I want my baby back, I want my baby back." She sobbed uncontrollably, crying into Wendy's shoulder. Wendy pulled the older woman in for a hug and patted her back, making circles.

She whispered in her ear, "Come to my house tomorrow afternoon, m'am. Peter and Victoria are here."

Immediately, Diana pulled back and sobbed harder, between sobs she asked, "Do you swear to me you are not kidding?"

"I swear." Diana smiled and cleaned her tears with a handkerchief that layed on the study desk.

"M'am this might sound absurd, but do you have a cigarette and a lighter?" Diana's eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded.


Wendy took a long drag of the cigarette, surprisingly it wasn't that bad. The London streets were still empty and dark. She saw her house only a few feet away. A dark shadow on the door steps. She came closer, putting out the cigarette. Dropping it and smashing it with her heal. She walked further and pulled her cardigan tighter.

Peter was on the doorsteps with his head in his hands, his mobs of curls shaking.

"Peter?" Wendy's soft voice called and Peter quickly looked up.

"You're out late, Wendy. It's dangerous out there."

"This is my city, I know it very well." She defended herself and sat down next to him, far away actually.

"Wendy, are you alright?"

"Do you honestly care?" She asked not looking at him, looking down at her feet.

"Yes Wendy, I do."

"I really hate you right now." She said smiling at him.

"Then why are you smiling at me?"

"Because you're a bloody idiot and because I'm going to be miserable because of you."

"Peter, cut the bullshit."

"Since when do you have a sailor mouth?" He asked, quite intrigued at her. He stared at her beauty and his stomach fluttered. The moonlight highlighted her sharp features and her hair dancing witht he wind made her all the more beautiful.

"Since now. Peter, you are a goddamn liar. You know, for having a mind of a 13 year old, you were very smooth and charming."

"What are you talking about, Wendy Lady?"

"You said I was the only one that went to the fairies' hollow." Peter turned white, his smile dropped.

"Wendy."

"Don't Wendy me! You lied to me! You brought a million of other girls to Neverland to be mothers! You said I was different! You kissed all of them. That wasn't your first kiss was it? Ha! And you said the mere thought of love disgusted you!"

"Wendy, I'm-"

"Stop apologizing because we both know it means nothing, nothing at all! For god's sake you even took my mother! Peter, all you are is a womanizing boy and you know what's worst?"

He was scared to ask in all honesty, "What?"

"A boy is all that you will ever be. I think Victoria deserves a man, not a boy." She said calmly and Peter was enraged. No one dissed him, not even his Wendy.

"Wendy! You're mad and jealous that I am in love with someone else!" He shouted, jumping to his feet. Wendy stood up and Peter pushed her up against the house.

"An angry person always tells the truth." She spat, she tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. His eyes were dark, not his usual charming color.

"You're just jealous!" He pushed her harder against the wall, she was so tiny compared to him. She couldn't even move her arms anymore. He put his forehead to hers and with one hand he pushed away her hair.

His eyes lightened, but lust and desire were visible.

"You're bipolar, Peter Pan. One moment you wish to scream at me and the other-"

His lips smashed against his and once his lips touched hers, he couldn't get enough. They were better than he expected. He wanted this for so long. She kissed back angrily her hands wrapping around his neck. His large arms wrapping around her waist. Her kisses were toxic and he knew couldn't stop.

He whispered against her lips,"I've missed you."

And that angered her greatly, her hand formed into a tiny fist and she hit him roughly on his eye. He stumbled back and she ran up into her bedroom. She slammed the door and climbed into the covers, kicking off her shoes. She slipped out of the cardigan and laid down. She faced the window and she closed her eyes.

Stupid Peter Pan.


Sorry loves if it isn't that great! I am trying to update daily now, to make up for my lack of if it also has some errors, I haven't edited yet! Thank you all for your wonderful reviews and love. I truly hope you enjoy this chapter. It may have several cuss words, I warn. And that damned boy, who knew how much of a womanizer he was!

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