Hello folks! I know I've taken a while, I'm sorry I've been busy, but I finally bring to you chapter 13.

Thank you all for your encouraging reviews you guys are great! I also want to thanks Dark Fire Pixie for beta reading this again.

Hope you like it!

Soundtrack: Don't Dream is Over. - Crowded House

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters or settings. Those belong to the respective owners of TLB and Peter Pan. I do however own the original characters and situations.

Chapter 13. Don't Dream is Over.

Not a single word was muttered on their way back to the cave. David rode his motorcycle faster than usual. He was trying to get away from everything. In fact, he wanted to get away from Wendy, but that didn't seem possible at that moment, her nervous breath on the back of his neck was a painful reminder. She wasn't even holding his waist as usual; her small hands clutching his black trench coat were the only thing that kept her from a terrible landing against the moving ground.

It was obvious that she wanted to be anywhere but there, so close to him. And she couldn't blame anyone but herself for that. She had been the one to push him over the edge; she had been the one to cross the line. It was entirely her fault that he had snapped at her!

She had ruined everything, as always, and he was absolutely furious at her for it.

But it also pained David to admit, that despite the fact that the whole incident had not been his fault, he was also furious with himself. He had been so very close to killing the girl… he would have never forgiven himself if such thing had happened. But the he could still remember when the murderous thought, of shredding her to pieces crossed his mind.

He had wanted nothing more than to feel her warm and delicious blood flowing through his mouth and tongue…

Immediately David shook his head to forget his aching desire. He just couldn't lose his control again, not with her. Despite everything he couldn't lose her…

He knew the only way out of the temptation was to turn her. But he didn't dare to do that either…

David stopped his internal fight as they finally parked outside the cave, the boys bikes were already there, which wasn't exactly a surprise as the sun was just about to come out.

Wendy didn't waste any time to get inside, she was clearly avoiding any alone time with him. Was she angry at him… or was she scared of him? David couldn't tell and the uncertainty was killing him. He couldn't stand not knowing something.

Growling he put the keys inside his pocket and the rose to the sky. He knew he couldn't stay out for long; the tender light was already starting to hurt his skin.

But after everything that happened that night, the burning pain was almost welcoming.

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The house seemed gloomier than in those distant and blurry memories, but such realization did nothing to deter his happy smile. After all the years he was now aware that everything had appeared brighter as a child...

Suddenly getting self-conscious of his appearance he gave one last check to his attire; he was trying to look the best that he could. He had even combed his hair in the most fashionable way even if it didn't match his personality at all.

He stepped closer to a window and immediately felt overwhelmed as a young man gazed back at him and not the boy he had been for so long. He was an adult now, barely eighteen but still an adult. That was what she had wanted after all…

He breathed deeply trying to shake away his insecurities, and then finally knocked on the door with one hand, while on the other one he held with a tight grip a cluster of wild flowers. He hadn't been able to afford red roses as he had wanted, but he hoped she wouldn't mind.

Seconds passed and no one approached to open the door. He knocked two more times, but still no one came. Having never been a patient person, he decided to open the door and just step inside; he was relieved that it wasn't locked.

As soon as he walked into the hall he felt his heart skip a beat as he noticed that the house was completely empty of furniture. Nothing but dust covered the walls, and he soon started to panic.

"Wendy!" He yelled running upstairs as fast as his legs allowed him. He banged the nursery's door opened; almost expecting to see her in her bed, smiling at him as she had always done; but what he saw made his breathing stop completely.

The room had fallen apart. The window he had once stepped upon was gone as well as the wall and a great part of the floor, as if something had destroyed them. It couldn't be. What had happened?

With uncertain steps he walked inside the bedroom, he wasn't sure if the floor could still support his weight. He tried to picture how it all used to look before, but his memory was failing him again. He was staring to forget… just like the boys already were.

He was so crushed by the recent turn of events that he didn't hear the soft footsteps or the surprised moan behind him.

"Peter!" A shocked woman's voice said and he turned quickly, expecting to see his beautiful Wendy at the doorstep. But the young woman wasn't who he wished to see.

"Peter what are you doing here?" Jane said to him. He noticed she had grown up as well since the last time he had seen the girl. Some wrinkles had even started to appear in her tired eyes. She looked so much like her mother that it made his heart ache.

"Where is she?" He asked her with a demanding tone, trying to hide the fear he felt.

He saw her face fall again, and in that moment he realized something horrible had happened. His breathing slowed down as he took in the pregnant pause… the silence that would be broken by the words that would hunt him for the rest of his miserable existence.

"She is… she is dead Peter." She murmured looking at the crumbled wall. "She died in the bombing from a week ago…"

But he wasn't listening to her words anymore. It could be possible!

She couldn't be dead. He couldn't accept it. He had grown up to be with her and now she was gone! She had promise to always wait for him. Why hadn't she waited!

Not being able to take it anymore, he threw the flowers to the floor and then ran down the stairs, not even glancing at the shocked Jane as he passed by her side.

Just as he finally stepped outside the house his heart started to beat faster than ever and he felt his knees getting weak with every passing moment. He fell against the pavement no longer being able to contain the angry and pained tears.

He hated his damned life! He had been too late to save her this time…

It was there, crying in the middle of the street, that he realized that not only Wendy had died in that house full of memories.

Peter Pan was dead as well. And he was never coming back.

When David woke up with the twilight, he knew that something was amiss, something that had nothing to do with his painful dream. He could feel whatever it was clutching his dead heart.

David let go of the cylinder on the ceiling and landed roughly on the floor. The other boys were still sleeping peacefully; it was still early after all.

Without wasting any time he made his way to the rest of the cave and immediately knew what was wrong. The cave was in complete silence, there was no peaceful breathing and no heart beating hiding behind the curtains on the corner.

"Fuck!" He cursed, realizing that Wendy was gone. He was so incredibly mad at her in that moment, that he was actually glad that she wasn't around, or else he might do something that he would obviously regret later.

David knew that at least this was probably his fault. He had let his feelings get in the way, like some pathetic human! Wendy shouldn't have called him that name... but he should have never kissed her in the first place.

And now she had run away. David didn't know why he was stunned. Since she had come back to his life he had been expecting her to run away in fear, especially after he had showed her what he could truly do. It had been a matter of time. Soon or later she was going to realize how stupid she was being for staying with them. And that moment had finally arrived.

David couldn't honestly tell why he was so surprised… why he had thought that she wouldn't care that he was a monster?

Earlier that day

Wendy had tried to sleep through the whole day. She really had. Never in her life had she felt so physically and mentally exhausted. There wasn't a thing in the world that she wanted more than falling into the complete oblivion that sleep always brought. But life wasn't fair. She had turned and twisted in every direction but she couldn't sleep straight for more than one hour.

There were so many thoughts going on her mind that it was simply impossible to even think about sleeping.

And the problem was that she didn't even want to think about anything at all. She didn't want to acknowledge how sick her life had become; she didn't want to admit how stupid she was by living with a coven of vampires, or how much she wanted to feel again David's blood covered lips against hers… even if it was just one more time.

"Ugh!" Wendy grumbled as she rose to a sitting position on her bed. She looked down to her scratched and dirty watch. It was six o'clock in the afternoon, which meant it was still one hour before dusk arrived.

She had been trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to sleep for who knows how many hour now!

Wendy knew her own body well enough to understand that her sleeping habits were completely messed up by now. She had only been living with the boys for like four days and she was already acting like a bloodsucking vampire. Partying at night and sleeping the whole day… It was more tiring than fun.

Surrendering Wendy got up from the bed. She put on a pair of jeans, her black boots and the denim jacket David had bought for her the other day, and then pulled her messy hair on high ponytail. She had decided to go down to the boardwalk and get some very necessary coffee, and then maybe if she was brave enough she might go to the bookstore and apologize to John for her irresponsibility.

She grabbed her purse and pulled out her wallet. She only had five bucks left from the money she had stolen from the bastard. Losing that job was a really big mistake.

Wendy breathed deeply trying to calm her nerves and then silently made her way out of the cave; she didn't want to wake the boys, they probably wouldn't let her go.

She walked the whole way to downtown very glad that the hot sun was already starting to disappear, even if it meant she didn't have much time left as the boys would soon wake from their slumber.

As soon as Wendy reached the boardwalk she headed straight to the nearest coffee shop, feeling like she was going to faint if she didn't get some caffeine on her veins.

"Hello, can I get a black coffee please." She said to the young attendant at the counter.

"That would be eighty cents." He charged her with a bore expression. Wendy took out her wallet feeling suddenly uncomfortable, it didn't had anything to do with the attendant or the price, it was just that she felt like somebody was watching her with intensity.

She turned around looking for whoever was gazing at her, but there was only another couple inside the establishment and they were certainly not paying her any attention.

Wendy turned back again to face the annoyed man who was waiting for her to pay. Still nervous she took her money out and was about to pay, when suddenly a golden brown hand placed two dollars on the counter.

"Add a cappuccino to that order darling." A feminine voice said to the man handing him the bucks.

"I… uh… that coffee is mine… you don't need to pay for…" Wendy tried to find the right words to tell the girl in front of her that she didn't have to pay for her coffee, but the situation was just too awkward. Did she actually look that needy?

"It's alright Wendy you don't need to spend your money." The girl told her with a smile as she turned to face a very shocked Wendy and then handed her a coffee cup.

She was beautiful, with long brown hair that reached her waist and matched her golden cinnamon skin. The girl also had a gorgeous face that denoted her Native American bloodline.

But it was not her exotic beauty that surprised Wendy to the core, but the fact that the girl knew her name. She probably looked like an idiot standing there, one hand holding her cup, and her mouth hanging slightly open as the girl smiled at her.

"How… how do you…?" She muttered not even able to speak coherently.

"Why don't we take a walk outside?" The girl asked her with amiability, but left no place for refusal as she headed for the door.

Recovering from her shock Wendy followed her, and as soon as she stepped outside she decided to voice her thoughts, perhaps a little too harshly.

"Hey how the hell do you know my name?!"

The mysterious girl turned to around to face her, looking slightly hurt. Wendy felt immediately guilty… the girl had even paid for her coffee.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to yell at you… It's just that I'm confused, how do you know…?" Wendy started to apologize but the girl interrupted her.

"You don't remember me." It wasn't a question.

Wendy looked even more stunned at this. "Should I be able to remember you?"

The girl smiled sadly at her slowly shaking her head. "Well not really. I just thought… Well you were living with the boys…"

"Wait you know the boys?!"

Wendy got closer to girl, knowing very well that she should be running instead. Now that she paid attention to the details, Wendy noticed that girl didn't have an accent at all. She was also too beautiful… too perfect to be human.

The girl knew the boys, she was like them… but she also seemed to know Wendy. That could either meant two things. One: the girl had been stalking her; or two: the girl actually knew Wendy.

"Who are you?" Wendy asked not feeling guilty anymore.

"My name is Lily."

"I asked who you are, I didn't ask for your name." Wendy said, but she already knew the answer to her question. It was situation two. She hadn't even given Wendy her full name.

The girl breathed deeply. "So… you do remember me."

"Why… how…?" Wendy asked trying to understand the situation.

"I followed the boys." She admitted. "I knew it was foolish, I knew my father would hate me… It didn't matter at the time. I spent years looking everywhere for them but when I found them it was too late."

"They did this to you." Wendy said angry that they would do such a thing to their friend.

"No! It was an accident. They didn't mean to." She was defending them now and Wendy's anger only kept growing. "I forgave them, but even so I couldn't stay with them, they had changed so much. So I ran away."

"So why did you come back? After so long..."

"I came to warn them..."

But she didn't have any time to tell her what the warning was about, because suddenly Wendy felt a strong hand softly grab her shoulder. She turned around and was surprised to see John's flustered face.

"Wendy! My goodness we were so worried!" He said clearly not knowing if he should hug her or not.

"John I…"

"No! Do you have the slightest idea how concerned Rachel and I were? You disappeared for three days without a word, and right after Rachel said you had an encounter with… with… We thought the worst!"

"I'm fine John." Wendy said feeling guilty. Of course John and Rachel would have thought that the Lost Boys were to be blame for her disappearance… and they were in a way. "I'm so sorry for all I put you through… I just…. I was completely irresponsible." She admitted to him knowing that she couldn't possible tell him an acceptable reason. "I just had some trouble with some people… but I'm fine now!" She added when she saw John's worried face. "I even have a place to live now."

"You're sure you are fine? Wouldn't you rather I called the police?"

"NO!" She yelled a little too strong, but the last thing Wendy needed right now was for someone to call the police right now. She wasn't just living with a coven of killers; she had also murdered a man herself. "I mean no. I'm fine now John, I swear I am."

John smiled lightly at her and squeezed her shoulder with kindness. "Well I'm glad you are then. You know that if you ever need anything you can just tell me. Just never do this again alright?"

"I promise you; actually I was just about to go talk to you at the store when you appeared here."

"Good, but Wendy I think maybe you should wait till tomorrow to return to work. That way you can finish sorting everything out, you look like you are under too much stress. And besides you're shift is almost over now."

Wendy looked at him, in awe at the words he just spoke.

"So… I didn't lose my job?"

John laughed cheerfully. "Of course not, you only missed two days…"

"Well three if you count this one." She mumbled, ashamed of her behavior.

"Nonetheless I'm sure you had a very important reason to do so. Don't worry Wendy, I just glad that you're safe."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're an angel John?" Wendy said smiling and then suddenly hugging the man with gratefulness, and she was even happier when he hugged her back.

"Somebody might have mentioned before." He responded also smiling as they let go of each other. "Well I'll see you tomorrow at four then. I'm afraid I must leave now. I have an… an appointment."

"All right." Wendy said knowing well John was too shy to admit he had a date. "Good luck with your appointment then."

He smiled mischievously and then started walking down the street.

Wendy sighed with contentment. She had finally fixed her job issue. Her mission at the boardwalk had been a complete success. She had fixed her job, and also gotten a coffee... Her eyes immediately shot towards the still full cup of coffee she was holding. Coffee she hadn't paid for…

"Tiger Lily!" Wendy turned to look around for the girl she had forgotten. But there was not even a single trace of her.

Could she have imagined it all?

So did anyone guess the identity of the girl before I revealed at the end?

Please comment I would love to hear you thoughts and if you have any questions or doubts than I can answer without revealing too much then don't hesitate to ask me!