(A/N-Here's chapter two. Hope you all like it! Sorry about leaving it on a cliffie, but it's late and I have school tomorrow!)
Chapter Two
I woke myself up muttering something in my sleep.
"We have to save the banana's elephant." I shot up when I heard muffled sobs from my floor. I silently grabbed my long, heavy flashlight from my bedside table, and grabbed the end, preparing to attack the intruder. I clicked on the light, and the crying stopped.
"Tinker Bell?" a boy's voice uttered into the slight darkness. I was looking into the face of a boy about 16 or 17. He had long, messy golden-blonde hair, and high cheekbones. His full, yet somehow masculine lips trembled, and from the tears making their way through a dirt-smudged face, I knew that the boy had been crying. I looked into his eyes, and was automatically entranced. They were a sparkling emerald green, but somehow lacked the flicker of light I knew should have been there.
"No, it's a flashlight. Why are you crying?" I tenderly asked the boy, turning on the bedside lamp. I gasped when I saw what he was crying about. There was a dead woman on my bed. She was naked, except a few clumps of algae covering the place between her thighs. She had short, spiked blonde hair, and a long, lean, tanned body with an odd blue tint to it. The thing is, she was not a normal woman. She was about 4 inches tall, and had a pair of beautiful, sheer, rainbow-colored wings. The woman was a fairy. I looked unbelievingly back at the boy, taking a good look at him. He was short, maybe 5'10" or so, with long, lean limbs that were well-muscled. He was tanned all over, and had a very muscled torso. He was only wearing a cluster of leaves below his waist, and he had an ivy belt, that held a dagger and a sword on the left hip. My eyes widened, and I shook my head. This couldn't possibly be real.
"What is that?" I asked, with a shaky breath, knowing full well who he was and what "it" was.
"Tha-that's Tink," was all he said, before going into the corner and weeping silently into his hands.
"Is-is she a…fairy?" I asked, needing to hear it from someone other than myself, to know it was truth.
"Yes. She was my fairy."
"But, that can't be possible!" I felt myself interjecting. "Fairies aren't r-"
"Don't say that! Don't EVER say that! Every time-" he started to say.
"Every time someone denies the existence of a fairy, a fairy falls down dead. I know. It's just that, they just can't be!" I said, taking a slow, deep breath before gingerly picking up the limp body of Tinker Bell. Her head fell to the side, and I inhaled sharply, remembering how I'd just denied their existence barely an hour ago. "Tinker Bell," I whispered, before emitting a deep sob. "It's all my fault! I denied them! I said they weren't real just a while ago. I killed Tink!" I said, holding Tink to my chest. As my tears flowed over her dead body, I felt a sharp blade placed against my throat.
"You! You're the one that killed Tink! You shall pay for the death of my best friend," he said. I held out Tinker Bell for Peter to take, and bared my neck for him to slice.
"I understand. At least this way I'll feel no more pain," I whispered.
"What pain are you talking about?" he asked, with the blade still against my throat.
"My family is split apart. I have no friends, and the love that I seek is no where to be found in this world," I said quietly. "The only friends I have are the little children that I care for." I smirked. "You know, it's funny. Everyday the kids ask me to tell them a story, and every time, I tell one of you. You're their favorite character. If I were to die, then there'd be no happiness for them," I said, beginning to think aloud. I somehow wanted to live then. "Plus," I added, "YOU are Peter Pan. It'd be unfair to just kill me, without giving me a fair chance to fight back," I said. I felt the pressure ease on my neck.
"True enough. Who are you? Tell me your name," he said, stepping back, and placing one hand on his hip, the other holding Tink. I stood up, and curtsied, feeling giddy once it finally hit me who I was talking to.
"I am Kristin Elise O'Reilly. I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Peter, though I'm sorry for the circumstances of our meeting." Peter cocked his head to one side, with an adorable, confused look on his face. "It's nice to meet you, though I'm sorry about why we are meeting, is what that means." I explained.
"I am still going to avenge Tink's death. Prepare to meet thy doom, Kristin Elise O'Reilly," he said, bowing, and unsheathing his sword after gently placing Tink on my pillow. I stood up.
"I don't have a sword, Peter. I am skilled in sword fighting, I promise you, but I have nothing in which to fight you with," I said, raising my hands in front of me. Suddenly, a thought struck me.
"I know how to save Tinker Bell!" I said, startling Peter into dropping his sword with a loud crash. I winced, and prayed that my mother wouldn't waken. I looked at the clock and suddenly heard footsteps in the hallway.
"Well then fix her! Please! I'll do anything!" Peter wailed, sheathing his sword. My mother's footsteps got closer.
"I can't fix her here. Not now, mother is almost here! Hide!" I said, placing my face into my hands.
"You must save Tink!" he said.
"Hide! Mother is her-" I said. A fist came crashing down onto my head, and all went black.
