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The time it took for day to turn to night; for the sun to set in a smouldering sphere of flames; for the sky to turn from a clear, vibrant blue to an inky, vast black; for the iridescent silver moon to rise and the glowing, flickering stars to appear; seemed, to Wendy, to take forever, the day crawled by mercilessly, the bright, searing sun seemed to scorn her.
Wendy moved about the house listlessly as she waited for the shadowy blackness of night to arrive. She was unable to focus her attention on anything or anyone, and more than once her mother and father exchanged uneasy glances, but Wendy was too overwrought with worry to notice, her nerves stretched to breaking point with anxiety over what the night would bring. Occasionally she found herself wishing that night would never arrive, knowing that when it did, her fate would be sealed by Peter's answer to her desperate yearning to return with him.
Wendy ventured to the nursery, seeking comfort in the place that held countless happy memories. She gazed pensively round the cheery, bright room, finally resting her eyes on the window... "This is where it all started...this is the place where my dreams became reality..." As she stood deep in thought, her ponderings where abruptly interrupted by the approaching sound of thundering feet. The nursery door was flung open and in piled her brothers and the lost boys, all landing in an undignified heap on the floor, breathing heavily.
Wendy bit back her laughter and shook her head, trying to sound disapproving, "Oh boys, if only Aunt Millicent could see you now..." But as she stared at the mound of unruly boys trying to free themselves from the tangle of arms and legs, she allowed a quick giggle to escape her lips. As the boys rose to their feet, quite unharmed, they crowed eagerly round Wendy, tugging at her hands and dress, "Wendy, tell us a story! A nice long one!" Wendy smiled, gently removing herself from the mob of boys, "No, I'm sorry...not tonight...I'm much too tired..." A howl of protest met her words, as the boys began to heartily bellow their objections.
Michael gazed up at his older sister in disappointment, "Tomorrow night then?" he asked forlornly. Wendy knelt down beside him and stroked his fiery red curls, "Yes, of cour-"her voice broke off suddenly and her eyes grew wide with sudden unexplainable shock. She abruptly stood up, letting go of Michael, she stumbled backwards; causing herself to trip over a stray toy, she clutched at a chair to steady herself, taking quick shallow breaths, her chest rapidly rising and falling.
The boys stared at each other in bewilderment, confused at Wendy's sudden peculiar behaviour. John took a rather cautious step forward; he reached out a hesitant hand as if to touch Wendy, before quickly withdrawing it. Unsure of what to do he looked round at the others for support, on receiving an encouraging nod from Nibs he tentatively cleared his throat, "Wendy? Are you quite alright?"
Wendy stared about the room wildly, giving off the startling impression of an ensnared creature. She forced a laugh, which even to her own ears sounded high pitched and unnatural. Straightening up, she smoothed down her dress with shaking hands and, trying to walk with steady, unwavering footsteps, she crossed the room to place her quivering hand on the engraved, round doorknob.
She turned, her hand remaining on the handle, her hungry eyes drinking in every last detail of the pretty room, committing it to memory. Last of all she allowed her eyes to roam over the fearful faces of the children, a tremulous smile crept over her lips as she looked at the boys reassuringly, "I'm sorry darlings...I don't know what came over me...I...I suppose I just need some...rest...please do try not to worry..."
Wendy slowly opened the door, her eyes closing with pain, unwillingly she twisted her head around, one last time, "I love you all...goodnight..." her eyes clouded over as a loud chorus of "Goodnights" were hollered at her. Only Michael refused to answer, he stood apart from the rest, pouting; gazing guardedly at his sister.
On leaving the nursery Wendy fled blindly to her own room, tears obscuring her vision, a tightening in her chest making it difficult to draw breath. She leant against the wall, slowly sliding down to sit dolefully on the floor. She furiously dashed away tears that refused to stop falling, "Why is so hard to say goodbye?" she whispered brokenly.
A sudden beam of bright light fell across her face, momentarily blinding her, shielding her eyes, Wendy dashed over to the window, her heart seemed to leap into her throat...this was it...the sun was setting...night was nearly here... Wendy gazed at the sinking sun, awestruck at the torrent of colours flooding the sky; blazing oranges, soft pinks and peaches, the sky seemed to be on fire...still captivated, Wendy found herself thinking, "This must happen every night...why have I never noticed it before? How many other things do I take for granted?"
Keeping watch over the ever-darkening sky, Wendy undressed and put on a pretty white nightgown, simple as it was, the nightgown seemed only to highlight Wendy's beauty, the stark white colour made her glossy hair gleam and made her mesmeric blue eyes seem luminous. The gown hung gracefully; it wasn't loose, but nor did it mould itself to her slim shape. Wendy placed her acorn around her neck...and...she was ready...
OOOOOOOOOO
While Wendy stood at her window, heart pounding, not so far away a boy was soaring swiftly through the night air, barely visible; under the cover of darkness. Travelling, at a slightly more leisurely pace behind the boy, was a ball of bright light; those who happened to catch a glimpse of it merely assumed it to be a star. This, we all know, was no star; it was simply an exceedingly vexed Tinkerbell. The little fairy was not at all pleased with the prospect of bringing Wendy back to Neverland. Heedless of his fairy's infuriation, Peter continued on until he caught sight of the Darling house, he took a deep breath, his heart beating at an alarming rate. Narrowing his captivating blue eyes in determination, Peter landed nimbly on the stone sill outside Wendy's room. He pressed his back tightly against the whitewashed wall and closed his eyes, trying desperately to clear his head. Speeches and explanations to say to Wendy swarmed around his mind; each of them weak and feeble, even to his own ears. Tinkerbell buzzed scornfully round him, twinkling brightly at his obvious trepidation.
OOOOOOOOOO
Wendy fretfully paced her bedroom, whirling around to face the window, thinking she heard something...on seeing nothing she put the noise down to her restless imagination. She stood, her eyes urgently scouring the sky for any sign of Pan, her hand unconsciously closing over the acorn. Wendy sighed in despair, her heart sinking; perhaps he wasn't even coming, was she a fool to think he was?
OOOOOOOOOO
Resolutely Peter took a deliberate step towards Wendy's window, catching a glimpse of her through the fluttering curtains, his throat tightened as he saw her looking so distressed, was it his fault that she was so unhappy? He saw her eyes raking the sky as though looking for something...or someone...was she searching for him? He hardly dared to draw breath...he was so close...so close he could reach out to touch her hair; his hands ached to do so, he clutched them into tight fists. Taking one last breath, Peter steadied himself and little by little, slowly stepped around the curtain...
OOOOOOOOOO
The torment clear on Wendy's face, she turned away from the window in anguish...he wasn't coming...her startling blue eyes glistened with unshed tears. She had taken a couple of steps when a sudden rustling of the curtains caught her attention...she stood still...hardly daring to turn around...
OOOOOOOOOO
As Peter stood in the centre of the window, the moon directly behind him, he looked at Wendy. Her back was turned; as he gazed at her, all the explanations he had planned to say to her left his head, only one word remained; he whispered it hoarsely, "Wendy..."
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Hey! I know I'm evil leaving it like that lol :P soz I haven't updated in a while – but I've been sick all week : ( anyway PLEASE keep reviewing!!!! XhugsX Bella
Tiggerlily130 : Thank you! Soz I took so long to update!
maroonedpirate11: Thanks very much for your review!!
blondie3862 : Thanx! Hope you enjoy this chp – let me know plz!!
Thanx to everyone who reviewed!! Please keep on reading and reviewing!!
OOOOOOOOOO
The time it took for day to turn to night; for the sun to set in a smouldering sphere of flames; for the sky to turn from a clear, vibrant blue to an inky, vast black; for the iridescent silver moon to rise and the glowing, flickering stars to appear; seemed, to Wendy, to take forever, the day crawled by mercilessly, the bright, searing sun seemed to scorn her.
Wendy moved about the house listlessly as she waited for the shadowy blackness of night to arrive. She was unable to focus her attention on anything or anyone, and more than once her mother and father exchanged uneasy glances, but Wendy was too overwrought with worry to notice, her nerves stretched to breaking point with anxiety over what the night would bring. Occasionally she found herself wishing that night would never arrive, knowing that when it did, her fate would be sealed by Peter's answer to her desperate yearning to return with him.
Wendy ventured to the nursery, seeking comfort in the place that held countless happy memories. She gazed pensively round the cheery, bright room, finally resting her eyes on the window... "This is where it all started...this is the place where my dreams became reality..." As she stood deep in thought, her ponderings where abruptly interrupted by the approaching sound of thundering feet. The nursery door was flung open and in piled her brothers and the lost boys, all landing in an undignified heap on the floor, breathing heavily.
Wendy bit back her laughter and shook her head, trying to sound disapproving, "Oh boys, if only Aunt Millicent could see you now..." But as she stared at the mound of unruly boys trying to free themselves from the tangle of arms and legs, she allowed a quick giggle to escape her lips. As the boys rose to their feet, quite unharmed, they crowed eagerly round Wendy, tugging at her hands and dress, "Wendy, tell us a story! A nice long one!" Wendy smiled, gently removing herself from the mob of boys, "No, I'm sorry...not tonight...I'm much too tired..." A howl of protest met her words, as the boys began to heartily bellow their objections.
Michael gazed up at his older sister in disappointment, "Tomorrow night then?" he asked forlornly. Wendy knelt down beside him and stroked his fiery red curls, "Yes, of cour-"her voice broke off suddenly and her eyes grew wide with sudden unexplainable shock. She abruptly stood up, letting go of Michael, she stumbled backwards; causing herself to trip over a stray toy, she clutched at a chair to steady herself, taking quick shallow breaths, her chest rapidly rising and falling.
The boys stared at each other in bewilderment, confused at Wendy's sudden peculiar behaviour. John took a rather cautious step forward; he reached out a hesitant hand as if to touch Wendy, before quickly withdrawing it. Unsure of what to do he looked round at the others for support, on receiving an encouraging nod from Nibs he tentatively cleared his throat, "Wendy? Are you quite alright?"
Wendy stared about the room wildly, giving off the startling impression of an ensnared creature. She forced a laugh, which even to her own ears sounded high pitched and unnatural. Straightening up, she smoothed down her dress with shaking hands and, trying to walk with steady, unwavering footsteps, she crossed the room to place her quivering hand on the engraved, round doorknob.
She turned, her hand remaining on the handle, her hungry eyes drinking in every last detail of the pretty room, committing it to memory. Last of all she allowed her eyes to roam over the fearful faces of the children, a tremulous smile crept over her lips as she looked at the boys reassuringly, "I'm sorry darlings...I don't know what came over me...I...I suppose I just need some...rest...please do try not to worry..."
Wendy slowly opened the door, her eyes closing with pain, unwillingly she twisted her head around, one last time, "I love you all...goodnight..." her eyes clouded over as a loud chorus of "Goodnights" were hollered at her. Only Michael refused to answer, he stood apart from the rest, pouting; gazing guardedly at his sister.
On leaving the nursery Wendy fled blindly to her own room, tears obscuring her vision, a tightening in her chest making it difficult to draw breath. She leant against the wall, slowly sliding down to sit dolefully on the floor. She furiously dashed away tears that refused to stop falling, "Why is so hard to say goodbye?" she whispered brokenly.
A sudden beam of bright light fell across her face, momentarily blinding her, shielding her eyes, Wendy dashed over to the window, her heart seemed to leap into her throat...this was it...the sun was setting...night was nearly here... Wendy gazed at the sinking sun, awestruck at the torrent of colours flooding the sky; blazing oranges, soft pinks and peaches, the sky seemed to be on fire...still captivated, Wendy found herself thinking, "This must happen every night...why have I never noticed it before? How many other things do I take for granted?"
Keeping watch over the ever-darkening sky, Wendy undressed and put on a pretty white nightgown, simple as it was, the nightgown seemed only to highlight Wendy's beauty, the stark white colour made her glossy hair gleam and made her mesmeric blue eyes seem luminous. The gown hung gracefully; it wasn't loose, but nor did it mould itself to her slim shape. Wendy placed her acorn around her neck...and...she was ready...
OOOOOOOOOO
While Wendy stood at her window, heart pounding, not so far away a boy was soaring swiftly through the night air, barely visible; under the cover of darkness. Travelling, at a slightly more leisurely pace behind the boy, was a ball of bright light; those who happened to catch a glimpse of it merely assumed it to be a star. This, we all know, was no star; it was simply an exceedingly vexed Tinkerbell. The little fairy was not at all pleased with the prospect of bringing Wendy back to Neverland. Heedless of his fairy's infuriation, Peter continued on until he caught sight of the Darling house, he took a deep breath, his heart beating at an alarming rate. Narrowing his captivating blue eyes in determination, Peter landed nimbly on the stone sill outside Wendy's room. He pressed his back tightly against the whitewashed wall and closed his eyes, trying desperately to clear his head. Speeches and explanations to say to Wendy swarmed around his mind; each of them weak and feeble, even to his own ears. Tinkerbell buzzed scornfully round him, twinkling brightly at his obvious trepidation.
OOOOOOOOOO
Wendy fretfully paced her bedroom, whirling around to face the window, thinking she heard something...on seeing nothing she put the noise down to her restless imagination. She stood, her eyes urgently scouring the sky for any sign of Pan, her hand unconsciously closing over the acorn. Wendy sighed in despair, her heart sinking; perhaps he wasn't even coming, was she a fool to think he was?
OOOOOOOOOO
Resolutely Peter took a deliberate step towards Wendy's window, catching a glimpse of her through the fluttering curtains, his throat tightened as he saw her looking so distressed, was it his fault that she was so unhappy? He saw her eyes raking the sky as though looking for something...or someone...was she searching for him? He hardly dared to draw breath...he was so close...so close he could reach out to touch her hair; his hands ached to do so, he clutched them into tight fists. Taking one last breath, Peter steadied himself and little by little, slowly stepped around the curtain...
OOOOOOOOOO
The torment clear on Wendy's face, she turned away from the window in anguish...he wasn't coming...her startling blue eyes glistened with unshed tears. She had taken a couple of steps when a sudden rustling of the curtains caught her attention...she stood still...hardly daring to turn around...
OOOOOOOOOO
As Peter stood in the centre of the window, the moon directly behind him, he looked at Wendy. Her back was turned; as he gazed at her, all the explanations he had planned to say to her left his head, only one word remained; he whispered it hoarsely, "Wendy..."
OOOOOOOOOO
Hey! I know I'm evil leaving it like that lol :P soz I haven't updated in a while – but I've been sick all week : ( anyway PLEASE keep reviewing!!!! XhugsX Bella