Ok, so I do actually have a good excuse for not updating lately. my computer died. like in the permanent sense of the word. SO being as I had only had if for about 4 months, I was pretty pissed. I sent it to the company where they fixed it. The moral tot his lesson is always buy the warrenty boys and girls.
Wendy stiffened.
So, that is what had been happening? She was no longer the child which she loved to be so dearly, but now instead...a woman? What should she do now then? She had such little experience as a woman, that she was entirely unsure what the next step would be. Oh, how dissapointed mother would be. And how dissapointed Peter will be, should she ever see him again.
Suddenly her escape to the island wasn't as appealing.
Tears of frustration brimmed over the lids of her crystal eyes. She had no clue what to do, where to go, who to turn to.
"My, dear Wendy! Why are you crying?" his sweetly voice seemed to patronizing, and it snapped her entirely out of her reverie. Wendy now stared a the man who seemed to forever be the cause of her problems. The very reason that she now felt totally alone.
"You." Her anger flashed in her eyes and her tense body now broke away from Hook. caution mingled with surprise on his face as he too began to tense. Hook watched her closely, both wanting reasoning for her actions, and waiting for her to do something rash.
"You are the cause of all of this. It was you who took me away from London under the false pretenses that I would remain a child! YOU, the one that lied to me! and it was YOU, captain Hook," her voice filled with malice at his name. "it was you who turned me into a woman, and have left me so alone."
Her utter contempt of him manifested, and she charged at him with a blind rage.
Her gripped around her so tight that she could not struggle against him. The charge had hardly made him stumble, and now she was padded against him, and no amount of struggling would change anything. Hook looked at the rampaging girl he held in his arms. Her eyes seemed like those of a woman posessed, and he noted that it was him who had done it. Bitter-sweet feelings of satisfaction and pity swished inside of his mind. There was a purpose for all of this of course, and Hook knew that (though not exactly how he wanted her to) Wendy had just ran into his arms. Now that that was enacted, she wouldn't be let go. No, Hook had too many plans, all centering around her. She would learn to love him, and he would play his part like the actor he knew he could be.
And then we will let the boy see her.
And who knew? it was possible that even though Wendy would no longer have any usefulness, she might be spared. After all, the woman writhing in his grip was a beautiful one. And he was a man. Wendy just had to be made to believe that none of this was forced, or else. Hook would rather not think about how annoying it would be to do this process the hard way.
"Wendy," he began, sternly, but without his known fiercness.
She stopped short and looked into his own blue eyes with such a look to kill any normal man.
"You're not alone." he sighed out.
It was, of course, enough to make her stop short. What did he mean by doing that!? messing entirely with her once more, and making her think it would work.
"liar. Who is there for me now? My family is in London, Peter will never recognize me, never accept me." Her sorrowful mourn seemed pitiful.
"And what of the pirate who holds you know?" Hook brought himself to attention, to the invariabled chopping block. Before she could answer, he continued. "What of me, the one who is taking your anger and trying to wash it away? Perhaps, were you with your family, they would not want you. They would wish to marry you off, to a husband." He felt her relaxing, thoughts muddling her emotions. So he continued. "And if you were with Peter, even after the fact that you are grown and he is not, would you wish to be with him? would you want to be with a boy so fickle and young, with no such complications ever, so that he could never understand you, never care for you? No, I think not."
He relaxed his grip on her but she barely budged from his grasp. Perfect.
"No, perhaps, my Wendy, you dont need family. You don't need a boy," Hook raised her face to his, so that their gazes were focused soley on eachother.
"Perhaps you need a man." His lips hovered over hers.
"You need me."
it was her that went for the kiss.