I have to apoligize for this chapters short length. It's really just here to hold you all over until the next chapter, which I'm still working on. That chapters proving to be a tough one to write really well, and I don't want to leave yo all hanging for too long, so I just threw this together really quickly. I hope you like it.

Tink could feel a soft gentle hand running along her body as she slept. She didn't open her eyes. She didn't need to see who it was. She knew that hand so well just from the feel of it.

"Vidia," She whispered.

There was no answer. She felt the hand stroke her along her back and move around to her front side. It slid under her dress and gently squeezed her breast. Tink moaned as it applied pressure, relaxed, then applied pressure again. It moved down lower past her naval, down to her mid-section. It found her sensetive area, and began to go to work. It slowly inserted two fingers. Tink moaned and twisted in her sleep as she felt this. It had been so long since she felt anything this pleasureable. For that brief moment, all her troubles were forgotten.

"Oh, Vidia," She moaned. "That's so good."

Then, in the most abrupt way possible, the entire hand entered her. Only this time instead of pleasure, it was pain that over-took Tinker Bell.

"AH!" She cried. "Vidia, what are you doing? Stop it!"

But the hand didn't stop. It ripped though her even harder than ever. It was becoming so unbearably painful that Tink was now screaming with pain.

"STOP IT, PLEASE!" She screamed.

AT that moment, the hands didn't feel very much like Vidias anymore. She tried as hard as she could to open her eyes or make some kind of movement, but she simply couldn't. It was as if some kind of invisible force was holding her down and keeping her eyes shut. But when she finally did manage to force her eyes open, what she saw sent her into deep fits of hysterics. It wasn't Vidia who was standing above her; it was Terrence. He looked as deranged and psychotic as he had ever looked, and his neck was a never ending torrent of gushing blood. In the hand that wasn't down Tinks dress, he held the large bloodstained knife he had been stabbed with above her. All Tink could do was scream as he raised it high above her and plunged it into her neck.

The moment the knife hit her, Tink jerked awake. She was breathing hysterically and sweating profusly. She slowly gazed upward half expecting Terrence to be standing above her still. But he wasn't. She was all alone in the dank, dark cave. Outside, the sky was gray and dark. It looked as if it had rained a bit the night before.

Tink slowly staggered upward and walked to the edge of the cave. She looked out over the vast expanse of trees around her. She had never seen this part of Neverland before. It was so dis orienting and frightening, and the fact that she was still alone bothered her greatly. Vidia had said she'd be back by this morning, so Tink scanned the horizon for her. She could see no sigh of her beloved anywhere out there. Those horrible thoughts of Vidia abandoning her quickly came back to her mind again, and this time she couldn't shrug them off as easily.

"She'll be back." Tink told herself weakly. "She promised... she promised."

Right next to her at the edge of the cave, Tink noticed a small puddle of water that had collected from the rain that must've fallen the night before. She knealt down next to it and began to splash the water onto her face. She was still feeling the after effects of the nightmare.

"It was just a dream," She said to herself. "Just a really bad nightmare."

But it had felt like so much more than just another nightmare; it felt real. Everything from the pleasure of the hands carressing her to the pain of being fisted so roughly had all felt so real. And the fact that hands had felt so much like Vidias at first just made it even more frightening. How could they have changed so much like that? She thought for a moment, then remembered that it was a dream, and dreams didn't have to make sense.

It had been the most vivid and realistic nightmare she had ever had, and with a sad sigh she realized that it probably wouldn't be the last. It was going to be a long time before she got a decent nights sleep, that was for sure. Once she felt a little more refreshed, she moved back to the front of the cave and continued to watch and wait.

Alright, once again I'm sorry for the shortness. This chapter was sort of my attempt to write something like Stephen King. He always writes dream stuff really well. I doubt I was as good, but oh well, I had to try. I promise the next chapter will be soon, and it won't disappoint!