IMMORTAL DESIRES
Back in Neverland that same night, a sparkling ball of light zipped around a depressed boy. Sweet, sad and lonely music danced in the air, coming out of the boy's pipes.
The boy in the skeleton leaves was no other than Peter Pan. His usual bright, happy face had lately been pulled into anger, where he would run from the Underground Home and play his pipes by a creek in the forest.
Bells and squeaks sounded once the playing had stopped, right when the ball of light settled on Peter's shoulder. Once calm, you could see a blonde haired fairy with a mishevious grin and a lovely face.
Peter sighed as he flicked the fairy off. "Leave me alone, Tink." He said sadly. "Please."
More bells and squeaks were heard as the creature stomped her foot and added in some more fairy-language information. Peter's ears wanted to jerk up, as a grin came upon his face.
"What's that?" He asked anxiously, shoving his pipes into his sack and looking at the beautiful pixie. More chimes arrived. "Get back at Wendy for growing up?" Tinker Bell nodded with satisfaction. Peter flew into the air, happy. "That's great! But how?"
After pondering for quite some time, Peter snapped his fingers with a cocky grin. He said nothing, but motioned for the pixie to follow as he flew into the night sky, headed for Wendy's home.
Arriving in London, Peter shivered at the coldness of the weather. Fresh, white, new snow was on the ground, as the starry patterns and shapes of the snowflakes gently fell on his lightly clothed body. The full moon shone down on him, creating a silhouette from the ground.
The happy boy flew down to a tree without leaves and looked at the stained-glass window which was half open. Creeping near the window, Peter spotted a sleeping child. A spark glowed in his eyes as he let out a sigh, opening the window further as he quietly zoomed inside.
As his shining aqua eyes looked upon her with curiosity, he placed his feet on the ground, creating the quietest thump. The boy kneeled by her bed, as a finger reached out to the girl's hair, stroking it slightly. But the stroke was soon broken by A squeak from the pixie, pulling his finger away. Peter smirked at the fairy, flopping his arm to his side.
"Tinker Bell," he whispered, huddled on the floor as he watched her make a fuss. "This is for the best." He looked up at the girl again, then down at Tink. "Remember, the goal is to replace Wendy." The creature nodded slightly, still a little jealous as she stomped her foot, and a michevious grin appeared on her face. Peter looked at her, worried. "Now Tink," his voice shook. "Tinker Bell, don't!"
Suddenly, the fairy zoomed across the room, knocking down books and toys, laughing in high pitched squeaks as she made a loud sound by banging the wall with a picture frame, shattering it and letting it fall to the ground.
"TINK!" Peter yelled, frantically chasing her around the room and knocking down a bookshelf, his arm outstretched for his pixie. "DON'T!"
Jane's eyes popped open, as she sat up in a hurry, bonking her head on her bedside lamp. She let out a large gasp, frozen with fear.
Peter widened his eyes too as he kept flying, looking at her, stunned. As he caught the fairy, he didn't stop, still looking at the girl, and ran into the wall, hitting the wall and falling to the ground. Jane cautiously got out of her bed, grabbed a bat that her brother had made, and cautiously stepped toward the figure.
"Are you alright?" she whispered in the darkness, looking at the figure.
Peter's cheeks flushed as he stood up, looking down at her. Still holding the fairy, he put his hands to his hips.
"Of course." He murmured, trying not to have his voice shake. "Who are you, anyway?"
Jane looked at him with squinted eyes. "Jane." She whispered. "But I have more the right to ask you the same question, breaking in and creating a mess."
Peter looked heroic, brave, and fearless. "Peter." Awkwardly he changed his position, crossing his arms , releasing Tinker Bell, who fell to the ground.
Jane ran over to the light switch, her trembling fingers ready to push it up, creating light. Closing her eyes, she quickly turned it on, not daring to open them.
Peter looked at her, in awe. She resembled Wendy in all ways possible, except even more heavenly. His mouth dropped slightly open as he tromped around the objects on the floor, over to her. "Wendy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jane shook her head, also in awe. She had seen this boy before, even if it was in her dreams. What was even more different, he wore skeleton leaves, leaves that didn't grow in London. "I just told you, I'm Jane." She quivered. "Wendy's my mother."
Peter smirked, crossing his arms tenderly. "You look just like her." He smirked. Jane lowered her eyes.
"How do you know my mother?" she asked, bewildered.
"I am Peter Pan." He said gallantly. "The boy who never grew up."
Jane staggered backwards, shaking her head roughly. "No. My mother made him up, he's just a story." Her shaking voice said in shock. "She told me so."
Peter shrugged. "I'm as real as you are." He joked, raising his shoulders then dropping them. "See?" He grabbed her hand tenderly, moving his hand around in hers. Jane smiled, but pulled her hand away, blushing.
"Well." Jane murmured, her flushed face looking down at her bare feet. "You are real, then."
Peter nodded, releasing a long breath. For a moment, he blushed as well. The handsome boy who seemed to be fourteen froze, caught in an area by looking at Jane. Something made him feel different, a feeling that he hadn't ever felt before.
Shaking himself out of it, he nodded again, quickly. "Yes, I'm real." He stuttered, making a manly position with his arms and chest, lifting his chin up farther in the air and looking down at her.
Jane smirked. "Mother never told me about you." She laughed.
Peter stopped acting manly as he felt a bit dizzy, his bottom lip starting to quiver. "Wendy?" he whispered.
Jane stopped, raising her hand to her mouth. She could see a tear trickle down his face. "Oh, Peter." Jane whispered. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean-"Peter flung his finger to her lips to quiet her.
"Don't say anything, Jane." He glanced at Tinker Bell before looking caringly at Jane. Of course, this was all part of his plan to make Jane come with him. The only reason he wanted Jane to come was that Wendy would never see her again. Strangely, Peter had different reasons for taking Jane. Perhaps she reminded him very well of his old Wendy. The glowing essence of her made Peter's heartbeat quicken, but each time in those few minutes of meeting Wendy's daughter, he shook himself out of it, trying to stay on target.
Jane looked around, not noticing the fairy from before. She jumped back with a squeak of a surprised scream. "What's that?" she pointed to the fairy. Peter looked back at Tinker Bell and smirked.
"Tink. She's a fairy." Peter crossed his arms. "My fairy."
Jane's face lit up with awe. "Fairies! Oh, Peter! A real live fairy in my own room!" she sighed. "And how lovely!"
Peter was caught in his vision again, motionless. "Yeah." He said slowly. "Lovely." He watched the radiant girl elegantly move over to the pixie who was flying in mid-air, reaching her finger out to touch it.
Tinker Bell squeaked as she hissed at Jane. "What's wrong?" Jane looked back at Peter. Peter shrugged.
"She has a tendancy to not like some people." He laughed.
Jane nodded in agreement. "I see."
The boy walked over and sat on her bed, looking at the familiar room with a light smile on his face. As he looked at the old dolls Wendy used to have, his smile became fainter and fainter. Another tear escaped his eye as he bit his bottom lip. "Wendy..." he whispered.
Jane once again whipped herself around. "Peter, what's the matter?" she ran over to her bed and put her hand gently on his shoulder.
"Nothing." Peter sobbed quietly. He looked up at Jane, then another one of his brilliant ideas appeared in his head. "It's just... the Lost Boys and I need a mother. We don't have one."
Jane looked with pitiful eyes. "I'm sorry." She murmured. "But sometimes you're lucky."
Peter turned to Jane, laying down on his bed and resting on his arm. "We've always wanted a mother... and I can't find anyone to be her." His eyes peered up like a puppy at Jane. "I have an idea! Jane, could you be our mother?"
Jane sat up straight on her bed, tense. "I, but I.... Um.. I'm not so very sure."
"But Jane, I heard you talk about wanting to leave your mother! And you can!" he whispered loudly, so as not to bring anyone up to the room.
A brief shine of hope was seen in Jane's intriguing eye, along with a full smile. "Really? How?"
Peter jumped up from the bed. "Close your eyes." Peter extended a somewhat dirty hand, as Jane hesitated. Two curious, green pools watched the enchanting boy as she nodded. Slowly putting her hand out, clasping it with Peter, she closed her eyes, trying not to giggle. "Keep holding onto me." Peter whispered in her ear.
Jane's grip went on his arms as she kept her eyes closed, a smile still on her beautiful face.
"What's happening?" Jane whispered to Peter. Peter looked at her joyful face, his eyes captivated once more.
"Open your eyes." He whispered, a smile of amusement on his features.
Jane opened her eyes slowly, looking down at her feet. She gasped, just as her mother once did, or so Peter remembered.
"I'm flying!" she yelled out with joy, not comprehending what Peter's plans were for her. Soon enough, her long life would change....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, that's chapter three! Thanks again for all the reviews! I'm touched! I'm working on the next chapter right now, it'll only be a short matter of time.
Back in Neverland that same night, a sparkling ball of light zipped around a depressed boy. Sweet, sad and lonely music danced in the air, coming out of the boy's pipes.
The boy in the skeleton leaves was no other than Peter Pan. His usual bright, happy face had lately been pulled into anger, where he would run from the Underground Home and play his pipes by a creek in the forest.
Bells and squeaks sounded once the playing had stopped, right when the ball of light settled on Peter's shoulder. Once calm, you could see a blonde haired fairy with a mishevious grin and a lovely face.
Peter sighed as he flicked the fairy off. "Leave me alone, Tink." He said sadly. "Please."
More bells and squeaks were heard as the creature stomped her foot and added in some more fairy-language information. Peter's ears wanted to jerk up, as a grin came upon his face.
"What's that?" He asked anxiously, shoving his pipes into his sack and looking at the beautiful pixie. More chimes arrived. "Get back at Wendy for growing up?" Tinker Bell nodded with satisfaction. Peter flew into the air, happy. "That's great! But how?"
After pondering for quite some time, Peter snapped his fingers with a cocky grin. He said nothing, but motioned for the pixie to follow as he flew into the night sky, headed for Wendy's home.
Arriving in London, Peter shivered at the coldness of the weather. Fresh, white, new snow was on the ground, as the starry patterns and shapes of the snowflakes gently fell on his lightly clothed body. The full moon shone down on him, creating a silhouette from the ground.
The happy boy flew down to a tree without leaves and looked at the stained-glass window which was half open. Creeping near the window, Peter spotted a sleeping child. A spark glowed in his eyes as he let out a sigh, opening the window further as he quietly zoomed inside.
As his shining aqua eyes looked upon her with curiosity, he placed his feet on the ground, creating the quietest thump. The boy kneeled by her bed, as a finger reached out to the girl's hair, stroking it slightly. But the stroke was soon broken by A squeak from the pixie, pulling his finger away. Peter smirked at the fairy, flopping his arm to his side.
"Tinker Bell," he whispered, huddled on the floor as he watched her make a fuss. "This is for the best." He looked up at the girl again, then down at Tink. "Remember, the goal is to replace Wendy." The creature nodded slightly, still a little jealous as she stomped her foot, and a michevious grin appeared on her face. Peter looked at her, worried. "Now Tink," his voice shook. "Tinker Bell, don't!"
Suddenly, the fairy zoomed across the room, knocking down books and toys, laughing in high pitched squeaks as she made a loud sound by banging the wall with a picture frame, shattering it and letting it fall to the ground.
"TINK!" Peter yelled, frantically chasing her around the room and knocking down a bookshelf, his arm outstretched for his pixie. "DON'T!"
Jane's eyes popped open, as she sat up in a hurry, bonking her head on her bedside lamp. She let out a large gasp, frozen with fear.
Peter widened his eyes too as he kept flying, looking at her, stunned. As he caught the fairy, he didn't stop, still looking at the girl, and ran into the wall, hitting the wall and falling to the ground. Jane cautiously got out of her bed, grabbed a bat that her brother had made, and cautiously stepped toward the figure.
"Are you alright?" she whispered in the darkness, looking at the figure.
Peter's cheeks flushed as he stood up, looking down at her. Still holding the fairy, he put his hands to his hips.
"Of course." He murmured, trying not to have his voice shake. "Who are you, anyway?"
Jane looked at him with squinted eyes. "Jane." She whispered. "But I have more the right to ask you the same question, breaking in and creating a mess."
Peter looked heroic, brave, and fearless. "Peter." Awkwardly he changed his position, crossing his arms , releasing Tinker Bell, who fell to the ground.
Jane ran over to the light switch, her trembling fingers ready to push it up, creating light. Closing her eyes, she quickly turned it on, not daring to open them.
Peter looked at her, in awe. She resembled Wendy in all ways possible, except even more heavenly. His mouth dropped slightly open as he tromped around the objects on the floor, over to her. "Wendy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jane shook her head, also in awe. She had seen this boy before, even if it was in her dreams. What was even more different, he wore skeleton leaves, leaves that didn't grow in London. "I just told you, I'm Jane." She quivered. "Wendy's my mother."
Peter smirked, crossing his arms tenderly. "You look just like her." He smirked. Jane lowered her eyes.
"How do you know my mother?" she asked, bewildered.
"I am Peter Pan." He said gallantly. "The boy who never grew up."
Jane staggered backwards, shaking her head roughly. "No. My mother made him up, he's just a story." Her shaking voice said in shock. "She told me so."
Peter shrugged. "I'm as real as you are." He joked, raising his shoulders then dropping them. "See?" He grabbed her hand tenderly, moving his hand around in hers. Jane smiled, but pulled her hand away, blushing.
"Well." Jane murmured, her flushed face looking down at her bare feet. "You are real, then."
Peter nodded, releasing a long breath. For a moment, he blushed as well. The handsome boy who seemed to be fourteen froze, caught in an area by looking at Jane. Something made him feel different, a feeling that he hadn't ever felt before.
Shaking himself out of it, he nodded again, quickly. "Yes, I'm real." He stuttered, making a manly position with his arms and chest, lifting his chin up farther in the air and looking down at her.
Jane smirked. "Mother never told me about you." She laughed.
Peter stopped acting manly as he felt a bit dizzy, his bottom lip starting to quiver. "Wendy?" he whispered.
Jane stopped, raising her hand to her mouth. She could see a tear trickle down his face. "Oh, Peter." Jane whispered. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean-"Peter flung his finger to her lips to quiet her.
"Don't say anything, Jane." He glanced at Tinker Bell before looking caringly at Jane. Of course, this was all part of his plan to make Jane come with him. The only reason he wanted Jane to come was that Wendy would never see her again. Strangely, Peter had different reasons for taking Jane. Perhaps she reminded him very well of his old Wendy. The glowing essence of her made Peter's heartbeat quicken, but each time in those few minutes of meeting Wendy's daughter, he shook himself out of it, trying to stay on target.
Jane looked around, not noticing the fairy from before. She jumped back with a squeak of a surprised scream. "What's that?" she pointed to the fairy. Peter looked back at Tinker Bell and smirked.
"Tink. She's a fairy." Peter crossed his arms. "My fairy."
Jane's face lit up with awe. "Fairies! Oh, Peter! A real live fairy in my own room!" she sighed. "And how lovely!"
Peter was caught in his vision again, motionless. "Yeah." He said slowly. "Lovely." He watched the radiant girl elegantly move over to the pixie who was flying in mid-air, reaching her finger out to touch it.
Tinker Bell squeaked as she hissed at Jane. "What's wrong?" Jane looked back at Peter. Peter shrugged.
"She has a tendancy to not like some people." He laughed.
Jane nodded in agreement. "I see."
The boy walked over and sat on her bed, looking at the familiar room with a light smile on his face. As he looked at the old dolls Wendy used to have, his smile became fainter and fainter. Another tear escaped his eye as he bit his bottom lip. "Wendy..." he whispered.
Jane once again whipped herself around. "Peter, what's the matter?" she ran over to her bed and put her hand gently on his shoulder.
"Nothing." Peter sobbed quietly. He looked up at Jane, then another one of his brilliant ideas appeared in his head. "It's just... the Lost Boys and I need a mother. We don't have one."
Jane looked with pitiful eyes. "I'm sorry." She murmured. "But sometimes you're lucky."
Peter turned to Jane, laying down on his bed and resting on his arm. "We've always wanted a mother... and I can't find anyone to be her." His eyes peered up like a puppy at Jane. "I have an idea! Jane, could you be our mother?"
Jane sat up straight on her bed, tense. "I, but I.... Um.. I'm not so very sure."
"But Jane, I heard you talk about wanting to leave your mother! And you can!" he whispered loudly, so as not to bring anyone up to the room.
A brief shine of hope was seen in Jane's intriguing eye, along with a full smile. "Really? How?"
Peter jumped up from the bed. "Close your eyes." Peter extended a somewhat dirty hand, as Jane hesitated. Two curious, green pools watched the enchanting boy as she nodded. Slowly putting her hand out, clasping it with Peter, she closed her eyes, trying not to giggle. "Keep holding onto me." Peter whispered in her ear.
Jane's grip went on his arms as she kept her eyes closed, a smile still on her beautiful face.
"What's happening?" Jane whispered to Peter. Peter looked at her joyful face, his eyes captivated once more.
"Open your eyes." He whispered, a smile of amusement on his features.
Jane opened her eyes slowly, looking down at her feet. She gasped, just as her mother once did, or so Peter remembered.
"I'm flying!" she yelled out with joy, not comprehending what Peter's plans were for her. Soon enough, her long life would change....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, that's chapter three! Thanks again for all the reviews! I'm touched! I'm working on the next chapter right now, it'll only be a short matter of time.