"Say you have a little faith in me
Just close your eyes and let me lead
Follow me home
Need to have a little trust in me
Just close your eyes and let me lead
Follow me home
To where the lonely ones roam"-Digital Daggers
"I know your secret."
My words seemed to echo throughout the small confines of Wendy's old tree house. Peter's arms are still wrapped around my waist, and there is no sign of distress on his face. He leans in to kiss the side of my head, I close my eyes at his touch. There is a darkness in his touch… a darkness that seemed to want to consume me and rid my thoughts of everything I have just learned. Peter Pan had loved Wendy Darling in the most ravenous of ways. At one time he had her, just as he has me… the two of us wrapped around his finger. He pulled our strings and we willingly played his game without even realizing it…
"She didn't mean anything little flower, it's only you I want."
His voice is a low growl in my ear as his hands move to my pants. His fingers are graceful and quick as he toys with the fabric. A tear escapes my eye when I open them forcing myself to face the realness of the situation at hand.
"Did you tell her that as well?"
It comes out as a whisper, but I know he hears me. He stills his actions chuckling.
"My sweet little love, she knew nothing of you. She only knew what I told her to know."
He practically purrs the response as his lips move to my neck where he gives my skin a soft kiss. Chills move up my spine as he says this to me. How could he be so cold? How could he use us all… like we were pawns in his game? None of us truly mattered to him unless we had what he wanted, but what did he want from me? What did I have left to give? What did I ever give him other than something for him to toy with.
"I only knew what you told me."
I mumble this as his lips move further down my neck. Without meaning to I lean my head back allowing him more access, even though I should be pushing him away. He seems amused by my bodies willingness to have him touch me, but my mind seemed to be disappointed in me.
"I'm the king of Neverland none of you know a thing without my consent."
His statement only further proves how power hungry he is, and it fully breaks me out of my lust. I breathe in a deep sigh before I move my hands over his, and unfasten his grip on me. I take a few steps forward before turning to face him, once I'm away from him I can think strait.
"Please stop touching me…"
I whisper looking up at him, I feel like I'm going to shatter like a fragile vase. His gaze alone is enough to make me break.
"… Stop lying to me. Everything you say is one big manipulation, one big game that you're trying to play…"
I pause feeling frustrated, I must sound ridiculous with how I'm rambling, but I couldn't help it.
"… And I'm done playing."
I move across the room stopping when I reach Wendy's writing desk I grab her journal. I pick it up and turn to face him once more.
"You've tormented me and her. You've abandoned your son, and killed your best friend. I'm tired of you doing this… and it's because your afraid. Afraid of dying, afraid of responsibility. You hide behind your power and think it makes you look strong, but all you are is a coward."
I throw the book at him and glare with a new level of hatred flickering through me. I've never disliked him, never to this extent. He catches the book, he glares up at me. Never in the hundreds of years we'd spent together had I lashed out him like this. He flips open the old pages of the journal, the sounds of crisp parchment slicing through the silence of our tension. His eyes scan over one of the pages and a smirk plagues his handsome face he licks his lips intently before speaking next.
"How much did you read? Because this page is very detailed, and very steamy. I had no idea our sex meant this much to her… My little Wendy bird."
He speaks slowly over pronouncing each syllable while his gaze slowly moves to meet mine. He's trying to get a rise out of me by mentioning the two of them and what they had done…. but I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction, instead I roll my eyes.
"You used her, just as you've used me."
He holds in a chuckle as cruel humor flickers to his eyes.
"You act like you've never done anything wrong my love, but if you remember correctly you've had your moments… Felix was fond of you, and you of him…"
His voice drifts as my throat aches at the mere mention of Felix. Of course he'd bring him up… It was already a sensitive topic to me, but now was the worst time to bring him up… I feel the tears move to my eyes at the mere mention of him.
"… You remember the night he tried to steal a kiss? Before he knew who's you were… When I made you watch as I beat him, because I remember. I remember the night like it was yesterday, you cried for me to stop… You clung to me hoping that somehow I'd show mercy, you begged for me to stop just as you've begged for me to stop tormenting you…"
His voice drifts as I take a step forward.
"… But I will do whatever I want with you, just as I always have. And there's nothing you can do about it."
I feel like I am going to burst. He's pushing me because he wants to watch me come undone… He wants to see me become vulnerable, and show weakness.
"You leave him out of this, Felix isn't your concern… Not anymore."
My eyes scan him up and down as I move up to him stopping inches from him. I hold in any tears as he smirks down at me, his eyes intently watching the way my chest rises and falls in frustration. I don't dare break his gaze as I try to calm my thoughts. I don't want to yell.. I don't want to keep fighting over something that was in the past. Right now I needed to think about the present… and right now Rumple needed my help. I need to be one step ahead of him… I needed to play his game… I sigh as tears escape my eyes… I'm beyond frustrated, but I have to keep going.
"Just stop…"
I whisper I move my gaze from his. I sound desperate… hell I feel desperate.
"… Just please… I am tired of fighting."
I lean in pressing my lips to his, he is surprised by me kissing him especially after the words we'd exchanged. I run my fingers over his as he holds Wendy's journal firmly in his hands. It's the only thing keeping our chests from touching. He deepens the kiss, but I am quickly overwhelmed.
"You know how much I love you…"
He whispers when I break the kiss, his eyes scanning me… his warm breath on my lips as he remains inches from me.
"… You know I didn't mean it."
I nod as I think of what to do next… I need to get out of here, but the close proximity was making it hard to think… I needed to get Rumple out of the cave. Pan uses many spells, but they're all bound by blood… I sigh as I move my hands against his, I use my right hand index finger lifting one of the pages up against his skin.
"You promise you didn't mean it? You promise that you love me, and only me. That it was all a big mistake?…"
I whisper this against his lips, I give him a wide eyed gaze as he looks down at me nodding. There is a longing look in his eyes, and I breathe a deep sigh leaning in ever so slightly to press my lips to his. I close my eyes and act like I'm giving in to him, just as he would expect me to.
"…I forgive you."
I whisper breathlessly as I press the page of the parchment against the palm of his skin, but he doesn't notice. He's too busy staring down at me to actually notice. He smirks as he moves his lips back to mine once more. He chuckles as he kisses me, but I don't care. He thinks he won… I press the parchment against his skin with all the pressure I can apply before I slice it against his flesh. He breaks the kiss looking down at me once he's realized what I've done. The sound of paper slicing against his flesh scared me more than I'd like to admit. I must've cut deep because… blood gushes all over the pages of Wendy's journal. His brow furrows as he glances down at me.
"You little…"
He growls as he looks from me to his hand, he watches the blood as it drips over the edge and onto the floor. He doesn't get a chance to say anything else because I lift my leg to kick him where it counts. I kick him with all I've got, and he falls to the ground. He gasps as I look down at him knowing that when he feels better he is going to kill me… No one defeated Peter Pan… much less his little toy… I feel tears, but I don't cry.
"I love you…"
I whimper as I bend down to grab the journal, drenched in his blood.
"… And I'm sorry Peter… I'm so sorry, but you gave me no other choice."
I turn from him deciding I need leave now, because each second that passed Pan was slowly regaining strength. I had to run away… and I had to do it now.