The Porcelain Girl- A Neverland Story
Written by Alia Davis
Chapter Two – The Buss Ride that Changed Two Worlds
Soft moonlight drifted lazily into the plastic window of the nearly empty bus, onto a girl of seeming fifteen years, her eyes closed in a slumber that amplified her loveliness. Dark brown tresses hung from her head in a silken mess, falling almost to the back of her bare knees. A black collared shirt covered her soft curves and was tucked neatly into a short plaid skirt. Gleaming pale legs come from the folds of the skirt but were covered shortly after her knees by black sheer socks, all part of the dress code from the cold brick walls in France.
The buss stopped, and the doors opened with a hiss as a cloaked figure stepped into the buss. He approached the only other person occupying the buss, sitting down lightly beside her. A glint of steel from inside the reached of the cloak shone in the moon light as the man drew back his hood, wild black locks escaped from the confines quickly, piercing blue eyes staring down at the sleeping girl. The shadows quivered and seemed to utter one word 'Hook'. The man smiled, his face lighting up. It was younger, perhaps the age of nineteen, though through those pitiless eyes you could see the old soul, no matter how the man tried to hide it otherwise.
With a callused hand he stroked the silken mass of tresses that fell away from the girls neck. There on her neck, was what he sought to see. His smile widened into a grin of delight that stood on the verge of madness. There etched into the silver surface were the curly letters 'W. Darling'. Quickly he brought out a small bag and something that took so long to require from a deposit box in Iceland. A small silver key shone in his palm, shone like the cruel hook on the man's other wrist.
With a delicacy unmatched she lifted the locket from the girl's throat, unconsciously taking a deep breath of her scent, a mixture of peppermints and rose clung to her. For a moment he felt unnerved, his hand shook and then with a slight grunt regained control, opening the locket with a swift motion. Inside the small thing was a pile of shimmering dust, which he scraped swiftly into the pouch. A greedy look came into his eyes and closed the locket, closing its secrets away again and turning the key.
The reincarnated Hook began to stand, but with a change of his mind he turned back, putting the key into her pocket and looked over her luscious figure once more "I will be glad to have you come to Neverland m'dear." He whispered just as the doors hissed open again and he slipped out, no more than a shadow on the curb now, mystery clouding around him like fog.
As the buss started up again, the girl woke again with a start, crying out in fright quietly. Feeling as if a dark soul had just seduced her, she leaned back into her cushioned seat and gave a shiver before closing her eyes again and giving herself to slumber.
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Far into the reaches of Neverland, into the bowls of a once mighty tree, A boy awoke at the same time; his heart racing only one word came from his mouth "Wendy." He said it in such a soft whisper that all who heard the word sighed in soft delight. The word was passed amongst the fairies, a soft sigh through excited lips, Peter would go back to her.
The boy stood, much had changed in him since he first left his Wendy, he had grown, but not grown up. That is what he forced himself to think. About four years in fact, his sand blonde hair encased in a crown of leaves, dark green eyes lost in a swirl of thought. "It cannot be she." He said, resentment in his voice, as his memories drifted, to the time of Wendy's death.
She lie there in the nursery apon request, the window open as she silently called out to Peter. He came, wondering if some Harsh Pirate had come to take his Wendy away, but when he saw the wizened old woman he became furious. He rembered yelling while the woman smiled at him and while he searched for Wendy, heart racing with worry. Till finally his eyes came to rest on the old woman, her noticeably full lips that spoke were curled into a smile " I'm Right here Peter." She said with a sigh.
"Why did you grow up?" he asked, his lower lip sent a quiver though him as the shock in his voice was apparent. That was the night that he has sworn to his Wendy, old and wrinkled, but wiser, that he would always come if someone were crying in her window, always come to her children.
Peter shoved one of the memories that Neverland would never be able to pry from him into the back of his head. Suddenly a soft sound came to his ears, she sound of anguish, a girl crying. The soft sobs seemed so depressing to he who was full of happy thoughts. The sound came from his fireplace mantle, there sat a small locket, the silver key next to it.
Peter picked it up with a long fingered hand. "Not Wendy." He muttered as he looked down into the picture of the magic locket's spell, her hair was too dark. But she sat there, in there in the window, crying all the same. Thoughtfully he rembered his promise and flew out from under his protective tree, going to the window that all his great adventures seemed to start at.
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Rose sat on the seat of a window in her home, the lights turned out and stars shining above here. She had finally reached her destination after a long buss ride from the airport. Most would think that hugs and kisses awaited such a girl when she returned home. No, the poor girl had walked into her Aunt, liplocked with a man other than her husband. So I suppose she had had the kisses in a sort of way.
In simplicity she was beaten and thrown into the nursery room, and for the first time in her life, she felt like crying. She sat, in a mess of hair and salty tears on the window seat, gently sobbing into her arms, a small pool of tears that should have been shed long ago rest below her bare limbs.
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Peter stood on the eve of the house, heart racing, this was just like before, when he had first seen Wendy. When he realized that the girl was not going to notice him, he peeked over, looking at her shoulders gently rise and fall. He could almost feel the sadness roll off of her. Deep in his heart he found one of the emotions that he had learned from Wendy, Pity.
Peter came soundlessly to sit beside her. The girl could be maybe a year younger than he looked. Tears dripped shamelessly down her arms. Peter became frustrated that he could not see her face, see the girl whom had unknowingly called him to this place of forbidden memories.
He reached out to her with a sun-tanned arm and brushed the hair away from her face. She jumped as he saw her face for the first time in that moment. She was pale, like the mermaids, he thought, but softer in a way. A slim nose accented the high cheekbones in her face. But it was the full lips that caught his attention and he knew then that this girl was of the Darling bloodline. All of the women in that family seemed to have such extraordinary lips. Though, as he studied them closer for a second, his eyes saw a trickle of blood on them.
The girl was shocked and the first thing she did was raise her arm to her face to wipe away the tears that clung there, but her actions came to no avail. For her arm was as coated as her cheeks were and only succeeded in spreading them about so as the moonlight that was cast on her she looked to be made of living stardust.
Her voice quivered noticeably as she spoke, and he could see she hated it "Who are you?" she asked softly, the voice that came from her was compelling to Peter. Then he say why the blood had stained her unclaimed lips as she bit down on it, imprisoning it with her teeth.
"Peter Pan." He said, and with his hand he touched her lip, which she immediately stopped biting. "Don't do that." He said calmly, though at the touch of her heated lips a shiver shook him on the inside. "Who are you?" he asked, not letting his confusion show.
"Rose." She whispered, also naming the color that was staining her cheeks. "Are you real or have I finally become insane?" she asked, putting a hand to her forehead. "I mean," She said, beginning to ramble "If you were real, why did you come now, and not all the other times? Why now and not when my grandmother died, not when my mother died?" he could feel the anger and desperation creeping into the girl's voice. "Why now?"
He reached forward touching the locket hanging from her neck "You were crying." He said simply with a smile. "Was not." She said quickly, trying to contradict Pan's words. He moved his hand to her cheek feeling the dampness "Yes you were." He said looking down on her.
She sniffed starting to ramble nervously again "I usually don't cry, because its useless to wallow in self pity, and it never helps." She was cut off as Peter spoke his voice full of laughter "It seems to have helped this time, I came for you, did I not?" he asked with a smirk reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, the act sending chills through him. What was this that he kept feeling? It was like the rush of adrenaline before a great battle.
A sudden shout came from down stairs, the sound of a shattering lamp reached their ears, yelling and cursing rose to greet them soon after. Rose flinched, turning back to him with wide and determined eyes "Take me with you." She said, her amethyst eyes pleading silently.
Peter smiled, one that disturbed Rose slightly, to see someone so glad and full of relief.
"Yes, I think I will."
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Authors note:
That was one of the better chapters I have EVER wrote, I think I might actually continue this story, usually I start one and stop after the second chapter, not this time folks, I will break my habit. Thank you so much for the compliments, or if you just reviewed to get a date with Bloom I forgive you, I mean, who wouldn't? Tell me if this chapter seems a little unclear, I hope it doesn't…
I wanted to bring back one of my favorite characters in this story, so we shall see how the younger Hook came to be and where that will be headed in the future chapters. Who ever reviews this time and tells me if they think it's unclear or not gets… Ummm… To hug Johnny Depp (irsh, I hope that's spelt right, My friend Mandy wanted me to put that, she absolutely adores him… Don't yell at me if Its wrong, I swear I'll change it!)
Alia