Disclaimer: I don't own anything, apart from Sarah and other minor
characters that appear in this story.
AN – I think this story comes from a bit of every media of Peter Pan. The thought of the story came from not a particularly nice dream in which Peter was an arrogant bastard but was a little bit older. I was shocked at my own mind creating this nasty Pan but I also liked the idea of a nasty reality in Neverland, why should the pirates be the womanisers!? (I think a little bit of Lord of the Flies came to my mind as well!) I vision the whole sites and places of 'Hook' the movie but more so the characters and the style of the new Peter Pan movie especially Peter and Hook.
"The difference between you and I Hook is that you will never know what real love is or what a real woman is!" "How wrong you are my boy, how dreadfully wrong...."
Chapter one
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The sounds of laughter echoed in the Neverland sky near make shift tree huts and tents. A large wooden table, bounded together with vines had been placed in the middle of a clear centre surrounded by thick jungle. Blacks and greens of every shade filtered around. Snakes merged into vines and leaves parted for gravely soil that made a carpet. Little lights were dotted around the camp, flickering every so often with the warm breeze.
"What do I need to do again?" A young girl of about the age of thirteen asked politely, her limp black hair falling on her face.
Anyone could see that she took a breath in after her sentence and held it as if not wanting to know the answer of her question.
A tall almond eyed girl of sixteen looked at her from the corner of her eye, sneered and rolled her eyes and carried on chopping some form of vegetable.
"It's just the plates that need to be put out, remember?" A light soft voice replied, her golden curls danced as she turned her head and smiled. She was about the age of fifteen.
"I hope you're not always as dim like this? Peter likes his girls bright." A girl with long copper hair, possibly fifteen too, said raising her thin eye brow in almost disapproval before laughing at her own comment. "Isn't that right Summer?"
The blonde girl with curly hair nodded lightly and then sniggered. "Peter likes you to be anything he wants you to be."
More sniggers escaped the group of ten or so girls, their ages ranging from thirteen to seventeen.
"Yeah just as long as you're stick thin, have big breasts and you're not too loose, isn't that right Sarah?" The Almond eyed girl turned her head ever so slightly and eyed the girl who sat in the corner.
Sarah blinked slowly and returned her gaze to the fire she was tending to, her matted dark blonde locks shielding her face.
The young girl who asked the question blushed and took the plates, looking at them as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
"So, did he give you a name yet?" The copper haired girl asked.
The young girl with the plates pondered if she had spoken to her and felt stupid for even thinking that when she was the new girl.
"Autumn asked you a question." Winter stated, her almond eyes slitting.
"No, but back home they called me Katie." She quickly spoke, nerved by Winter.
"Well not for long. Back home they'll be calling you dead!" Winter laughed to herself, Autumn joining in.
Summer smiled at the pair but caught the gaze of Sarah, coughed in her throat and went back to her duties.
Sarah, the eldest of the group, wiped her hands on a piece of towel and stood up, a bead of sweat running into her hair from the heat of Neverland and the fire.
A faint crow call exploded in the distance and a sudden spark of excitement filtered through the girls as they quickly got on with what they were doing to finish it off. Their hands, whenever they were free, smoothed out their hair and clothes to look nice.
Sarah smiled at the young girl as she past her. "Katie, be yourself and don't let him boss you..." Sarah urgently whispered so none of the other girls could hear but then sighed, realising the mistake of her comment. "Just ignore me..."
"Sarah?" The young girl asked running round a corner to her.
"Yes?"
"Please say you'll sit next to me for the dinner, I don't know anyone. What's going to happen?"
The young girls face had become worried. When she arrived two moons ago, her little smile shone diamonds. Now after little time, a fear started to glow in her dark brown eyes.
"Stay with the younger girls."
Sarah pointed to an olive skinned girl with tight brown curls and an oriental girl.
"Peter will want to talk to you tonight I would imagine, I'll try and be there."
The young girl had innocence in her eyes, youth and freedom, Sarah's heart strings tugged and her resentment for this place grew stronger.
Katie lowered her voice "Those girls in there hate me!"
"There are worse things in Neverland than those girls." Sarah smiled sadly.
A brief pause occurred between them, and the warmth of the breeze made them both breathe in deeply.
"I never thought Neverland would be like this?" Katie spoke, again quietly.
"Like what?" Sarah asked blankly.
"Like being a prisoner or something."
Sarah looked at the young girl, frowned at her question that she couldn't possibly know the answer too then sighed as her eyes must have given away all clues.
"What makes you think it's like being a prisoner? It's a great place, so much freedom and beauty." Sarah nervously laughed as she saw the darting shadow behind Katie.
"Sarah, I have so many questions to ask you."
"And why not me?" A lower voice asked, smooth to a certain point.
Katie looked behind her and noticed him there. She was speechless.
His glowing arms and tanned face, bathed in the light that was somehow drawn to him. His tousled shades of blond hair hung around his bronze face. His bright, green eyes, sparkling. Close up you could see faint scars from all the adventures and battles he'd been in. He wore tonight a faded dark shirt open at the collar to his ribs. A thin piece of black leather hung on his neck with a fang on. Three quarter length style trousers hung firmly on his legs and backside and showed how athletic his body was. Snug fit, brown leather boots on his feet.
"New girl" Peter said with excitement. "Welcome to Neverland. We haven't had a proper meeting, I hope you enjoyed your trip here, I heard your call in your dream."
Peter's charm oozed like sap from a tree towards Katie. He took her hand and kissed the back of it like a gentleman.
Katie blushed and smiled, tucking a bit of loose hair behind her ear.
Sarah watched carefully. She new the law Peter had, 'speak only when you're spoke to'. Although it wasn't always like that, this rule didn't count with any of the lost boys, just the girls.
Peter grinned at Katie making her blush and giggle, unaware he was actually laughing to her face, at her young school girl silliness. This kind of girly-ness interested Peter for a short while but he'd often get sick of it. He turned to Sarah his playful grin for Katie morphed now into a blank canvas. Peter blinked slowly and took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled it into a little smile that had something Katie could not recognise in.
"Sarah." Peter nodded taking her hand.
"Peter." She acknowledged showing no signs of emotion in front of him.
Katie watched as Peter drew Sarah into a hug, which she complied to. Peter turned his head back to Katie who he knew would be watching, waiting for his next comment for her.
"Katie please give me a moment with Sarah alone. Follow Tink to the table, you can sit near me." Peter finished with a wink.
A small bright light buzzed around Katie's head and stopped in front of her eyes. Close up Katie could see the light was a pretty fairy, her short, tight, green leaf dress riding up her thighs and very low cut. A bell sound tinkled from the fairy and close up Katie could have sworn she had a sneer on her face.
Not that the table was far, but Tink flew off quickly and Katie jogged behind the light round the corner towards the table, where already some boys were taking their seats.
Sarah watched Katie as did Peter until she was out of sight.
Peter turned back to Sarah holding her once more and Sarah tensed. Peter's lips crept up her neck to her ear. From a distance anyone would have thought the couple were enjoying themselves.
"I hope you never said anything to her? Two moons is a short time but the way you can seem to talk Sarah my dear, I wouldn't want her to get the impression that Neverland was all that bad, that, I was a bad person..."
Sarah took a short breath; Peters own breath feeling like sharp stabs of ice on her neck.
"Well?"
"I've said nothing."
"What about the questions she wants to ask you."
"I don't know ok, they're probably about Neverland stuff."
Peter moved his body away slightly and looked into her eyes. Both pairs had venom in them, more so in Peters. Peter's eyes moved to her cheek that had a faint yellow and pink patch on and he smiled not baring his teeth. Sarah flinched as he ran a finger over her cheek.
"Be a good girl tonight Sarah, for your own safety."
AN – I think this story comes from a bit of every media of Peter Pan. The thought of the story came from not a particularly nice dream in which Peter was an arrogant bastard but was a little bit older. I was shocked at my own mind creating this nasty Pan but I also liked the idea of a nasty reality in Neverland, why should the pirates be the womanisers!? (I think a little bit of Lord of the Flies came to my mind as well!) I vision the whole sites and places of 'Hook' the movie but more so the characters and the style of the new Peter Pan movie especially Peter and Hook.
"The difference between you and I Hook is that you will never know what real love is or what a real woman is!" "How wrong you are my boy, how dreadfully wrong...."
Chapter one
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The sounds of laughter echoed in the Neverland sky near make shift tree huts and tents. A large wooden table, bounded together with vines had been placed in the middle of a clear centre surrounded by thick jungle. Blacks and greens of every shade filtered around. Snakes merged into vines and leaves parted for gravely soil that made a carpet. Little lights were dotted around the camp, flickering every so often with the warm breeze.
"What do I need to do again?" A young girl of about the age of thirteen asked politely, her limp black hair falling on her face.
Anyone could see that she took a breath in after her sentence and held it as if not wanting to know the answer of her question.
A tall almond eyed girl of sixteen looked at her from the corner of her eye, sneered and rolled her eyes and carried on chopping some form of vegetable.
"It's just the plates that need to be put out, remember?" A light soft voice replied, her golden curls danced as she turned her head and smiled. She was about the age of fifteen.
"I hope you're not always as dim like this? Peter likes his girls bright." A girl with long copper hair, possibly fifteen too, said raising her thin eye brow in almost disapproval before laughing at her own comment. "Isn't that right Summer?"
The blonde girl with curly hair nodded lightly and then sniggered. "Peter likes you to be anything he wants you to be."
More sniggers escaped the group of ten or so girls, their ages ranging from thirteen to seventeen.
"Yeah just as long as you're stick thin, have big breasts and you're not too loose, isn't that right Sarah?" The Almond eyed girl turned her head ever so slightly and eyed the girl who sat in the corner.
Sarah blinked slowly and returned her gaze to the fire she was tending to, her matted dark blonde locks shielding her face.
The young girl who asked the question blushed and took the plates, looking at them as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
"So, did he give you a name yet?" The copper haired girl asked.
The young girl with the plates pondered if she had spoken to her and felt stupid for even thinking that when she was the new girl.
"Autumn asked you a question." Winter stated, her almond eyes slitting.
"No, but back home they called me Katie." She quickly spoke, nerved by Winter.
"Well not for long. Back home they'll be calling you dead!" Winter laughed to herself, Autumn joining in.
Summer smiled at the pair but caught the gaze of Sarah, coughed in her throat and went back to her duties.
Sarah, the eldest of the group, wiped her hands on a piece of towel and stood up, a bead of sweat running into her hair from the heat of Neverland and the fire.
A faint crow call exploded in the distance and a sudden spark of excitement filtered through the girls as they quickly got on with what they were doing to finish it off. Their hands, whenever they were free, smoothed out their hair and clothes to look nice.
Sarah smiled at the young girl as she past her. "Katie, be yourself and don't let him boss you..." Sarah urgently whispered so none of the other girls could hear but then sighed, realising the mistake of her comment. "Just ignore me..."
"Sarah?" The young girl asked running round a corner to her.
"Yes?"
"Please say you'll sit next to me for the dinner, I don't know anyone. What's going to happen?"
The young girls face had become worried. When she arrived two moons ago, her little smile shone diamonds. Now after little time, a fear started to glow in her dark brown eyes.
"Stay with the younger girls."
Sarah pointed to an olive skinned girl with tight brown curls and an oriental girl.
"Peter will want to talk to you tonight I would imagine, I'll try and be there."
The young girl had innocence in her eyes, youth and freedom, Sarah's heart strings tugged and her resentment for this place grew stronger.
Katie lowered her voice "Those girls in there hate me!"
"There are worse things in Neverland than those girls." Sarah smiled sadly.
A brief pause occurred between them, and the warmth of the breeze made them both breathe in deeply.
"I never thought Neverland would be like this?" Katie spoke, again quietly.
"Like what?" Sarah asked blankly.
"Like being a prisoner or something."
Sarah looked at the young girl, frowned at her question that she couldn't possibly know the answer too then sighed as her eyes must have given away all clues.
"What makes you think it's like being a prisoner? It's a great place, so much freedom and beauty." Sarah nervously laughed as she saw the darting shadow behind Katie.
"Sarah, I have so many questions to ask you."
"And why not me?" A lower voice asked, smooth to a certain point.
Katie looked behind her and noticed him there. She was speechless.
His glowing arms and tanned face, bathed in the light that was somehow drawn to him. His tousled shades of blond hair hung around his bronze face. His bright, green eyes, sparkling. Close up you could see faint scars from all the adventures and battles he'd been in. He wore tonight a faded dark shirt open at the collar to his ribs. A thin piece of black leather hung on his neck with a fang on. Three quarter length style trousers hung firmly on his legs and backside and showed how athletic his body was. Snug fit, brown leather boots on his feet.
"New girl" Peter said with excitement. "Welcome to Neverland. We haven't had a proper meeting, I hope you enjoyed your trip here, I heard your call in your dream."
Peter's charm oozed like sap from a tree towards Katie. He took her hand and kissed the back of it like a gentleman.
Katie blushed and smiled, tucking a bit of loose hair behind her ear.
Sarah watched carefully. She new the law Peter had, 'speak only when you're spoke to'. Although it wasn't always like that, this rule didn't count with any of the lost boys, just the girls.
Peter grinned at Katie making her blush and giggle, unaware he was actually laughing to her face, at her young school girl silliness. This kind of girly-ness interested Peter for a short while but he'd often get sick of it. He turned to Sarah his playful grin for Katie morphed now into a blank canvas. Peter blinked slowly and took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled it into a little smile that had something Katie could not recognise in.
"Sarah." Peter nodded taking her hand.
"Peter." She acknowledged showing no signs of emotion in front of him.
Katie watched as Peter drew Sarah into a hug, which she complied to. Peter turned his head back to Katie who he knew would be watching, waiting for his next comment for her.
"Katie please give me a moment with Sarah alone. Follow Tink to the table, you can sit near me." Peter finished with a wink.
A small bright light buzzed around Katie's head and stopped in front of her eyes. Close up Katie could see the light was a pretty fairy, her short, tight, green leaf dress riding up her thighs and very low cut. A bell sound tinkled from the fairy and close up Katie could have sworn she had a sneer on her face.
Not that the table was far, but Tink flew off quickly and Katie jogged behind the light round the corner towards the table, where already some boys were taking their seats.
Sarah watched Katie as did Peter until she was out of sight.
Peter turned back to Sarah holding her once more and Sarah tensed. Peter's lips crept up her neck to her ear. From a distance anyone would have thought the couple were enjoying themselves.
"I hope you never said anything to her? Two moons is a short time but the way you can seem to talk Sarah my dear, I wouldn't want her to get the impression that Neverland was all that bad, that, I was a bad person..."
Sarah took a short breath; Peters own breath feeling like sharp stabs of ice on her neck.
"Well?"
"I've said nothing."
"What about the questions she wants to ask you."
"I don't know ok, they're probably about Neverland stuff."
Peter moved his body away slightly and looked into her eyes. Both pairs had venom in them, more so in Peters. Peter's eyes moved to her cheek that had a faint yellow and pink patch on and he smiled not baring his teeth. Sarah flinched as he ran a finger over her cheek.
"Be a good girl tonight Sarah, for your own safety."