Author's Notes:
1: I DO NOT own Once Upon a Time, it's characters, or it's storyline. Once Upon a Time, the characters, and their twists are owned by Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis as well as ABC. I DO own Reiha Moon and her story. I own the cover images you may see on this fanfiction or any others - be it my own personal art or commissioned artwork from another artist. Be respectful to the art and DO NOT steal it!
2: Bold-italic phrases will indicate Reiha's thoughts or the thoughts of others while in their point of view. Italic-underlined phrases will be what is said by the Spirits of Neverland but it also represents when Pan communicates with Reiha mentally. When you see "..." it indicates a change in point of view.
3: The song representing the story is "Animals" by Maroon 5.

3.) Wrong and Right
***
Baby, I'm preying on you tonight. Hunt you down eat you alive. Just like animals, animals, like animals. Maybe you think that you can hide. I can smell your scent from miles. Just like animals, animals, like animals.
***

"Hm..." I hummed before pinning the trapped teen to the nearest tree. "As much as I'd like to claim my prize, I'll let you try to redeem yourself." I caught his gaze "If I win, and go uncaught until, say dawn, you give me my freedom, but," I leaned in close to him, close enough to where our lips almost touched. "If you can catch me, you get whatever it is you want. Same as before." I pulled away from him. "Deal?" Pan's face contorted, I figured something in my deal displeased him. What do I care? If he accepts, and I win, I can go home and never look back.

...

Something about her pinning me to that tree caused a strange burning sensation paint across my face. I may not understand this but I remained to wear my mask and went about acting like I was unfazed. "No." I simply stated. I didn't want her to leave. She's made these past couple hours incredibly fun and she's smart - for a woman - though, I'd never admit such things. "The deal was that if you won, you could do whatever to me as you sought fit. Nothing was said about you leaving. Besides, if I caught you, you would become my new toy. Perhaps even a Lost girl, or something." I pondered aloud. I may not have won but that doesn't mean she can go about speaking of nonsense like freedom and redemption. I looked away from the woman pinning me to the tree. "Besides, no one leaves Neverland unless I say, and I will never say or give in."

...

Talk about a spoiled brat. I thought with a sigh. "But I don't know what to do to you." I whined with a pout. "Besides, you don't like the deal because you're afraid you'll lose. Again." I knew that he knew it too. Coward. I thought loud enough for him to catch it. Regardless of my comment, a smirk danced across Pan's lips.

...

Perhaps, but I wouldn't admit it. When the mental comment entered my mind I had to bite back the anger that bubbled inside me, especially if I was going to be successful in distracting her. "Hmmmm what could you do with a boy for one whole day? One with limitless magic, at that?" The words left my lips smoothly as my smirk stood strong. "Let's see..." I rambled as my eyes darted to the jungle behind her. "If I was in your position, I would make the loser become my slave and make their time here a living hell." I shrugged my shoulders best I could. "But that's just me and my twisted nature." I admitted. It was unfortunate that my pride was not heard, but whatever. "It's really up to you and if you can handle this so-called boy." I teased though it hid a subtle challenging threat.

...

"Yeah, well, I'm not you. I have a pure heart, not a corrupt heart like yours." I barked with a glare. I am Merlinian sorceress, sworn to follow the path of righteousness and justice, not a Morganian, who is bent on the destruction of all things good and pure. I sighed. "Well, if you're too much of a pussy to accept a chance at redemption, I could always just walk away and go about ignoring you." I acknowledged with a shrug.

...

If there was one thing that I hated was being ignored, though I hated being called a coward more. A scornful pout pulled at my lips. "I didn't mean bad things, Reiha..."

"I'm sure you didn't." Reiha mused with a roll of her eyes.

"Perhaps you can try and teach me manners." I was doing all I could to suggest things to her, though I truly hoped that she could think of something OTHER than teaching me manners. I'm not interested in doing that. Far from it.

"You are a trapped teenager who has his testosterone racing through his veins." Her eyes locked with mine once more. "I know people believe in the saying 'you can teach an old dog new tricks,' but something tells me you know manners, you just choose not to use them." She pulled away from me slightly and sat atop of her folded knees. When I couldn't think of anything else to suggest, I clutched my fists and hit them against the ground. I felt like a child throwing a temper tantrum and yet my body wouldn't react in any other way.

"I don't know!" I hissed as I felt my face get hot once more, however I didn't know whether or not it was for the same reason as before. This girl... I ground my teeth together. She pisses me off to no end and yet something about her has stirred something strange within me. I drew a heavy breath. She is far more different that anyone I've ever met.

"Besides, manners, to a guy like you, means growing up, and if I've learned anything about 'Peter Pan,' it's that he never wants to grow up." It felt as though she was challenging me. Again. I narrowed my eyes.

"I can be civilized and not grow up, you stupid girl. Do you not know anything?" I barked defensively. I chose whether or not to grow, in regards to power, however aging is a different subject. "So try to make me civil. Teach me." My smirk returned. "Unless... You're afraid to fail." I challenged.

...

"If I can teach an old man," Sorry Balthazar. I apologizing to my mentor. He hates being called old, even though he knows it's the truth. "A man who is well over a thousand years old how to be civil in a social environment, I'm sure I can teach an egotistical asshole like you." I huffed defensively. I leaned towards him again, only this time not as close as before. "Is Peter Pan trying to keep me occupied so I don't ignore him? Besides, what happened to 'Pan never fails?'" I heaved a heavy sigh. Geeze, you'd think a guy like him, after taking a hit to the ego like the did, would want to redeem what pride was damaged...

"I'm not trying to do anything." Pan debated with a hiss. Is he seriously that easily pissed off? What a cry baby. He seemed to be temperamentally hormonal, almost like women tend to be. He breathed a heavy sighed. "It's the truth, love, I never fail. This loss is just a temporary set back - nothing more, nothing less. Failing would be dying in my book and I refuse to die." Pan said snidely.The guy has an answer for everything, doesn't he? I growled. Being from the south, I was raised on Southern Hospitality, I was trying to be nice and help him out, but this prick was shoving it in my face. "Make no mistake, girly, if it weren't for the entertainment I get from having you around, I'd slit that pretty little throat of yours." He informed. "I'm monster and I LOVE the thrill of the kill. Watching people suffer, hearing them scream, and watching them die." How can anyone care so little for the life of another?

"No, YOU, make no mistake, asshole," I got in his face and pinned him to the tree again, only this time it wasn't in a friendly manner. "I could kill YOU at any moment, and show you what a TRUE monster looks like." As soon as those words left my lips, I bit my bottom lip. Fuck, this guy is bringing out my vampire side... I can't let this continue. I pulled back and looked away from him. "I'm trying to be a good person, the kind of person my parents raised me to be..."

...

As Reiha's firm grasp held me in place, I couldn't help but feel excitement build within me. This was a new kind of anger I never expected to come from Reiha. I can use this. I was going to use Reiha's momentary hatred to my advantage. I grinned. "Did you feel that, love? It's your darkness. It feels good, doesn't it? Do you want to rip my throat out?" I sneered. "I can sense darkness in you, Reiha. You're not as pure as you let on." I stared her down as this new arrogance build within me. "Go ahead, love, kill me!"

...

He really needs to stop talking. I thought with narrowed eyes. All of a sudden something caught my attention.Lady Reiha... I pulled my gaze from Pan's form and listened around, almost as if he had said nothing. I held my hand over his mouth and assured his silence with a single sound: "Sh." I warned as I began to focus my hearing.Pan is trying to use that moment of weakness of yours in his favor. I narrowed my eyes once more. Yeah, I kinda got that. Pan looked at me in wonder. It was clear I could hear something he couldn't. You're heart is pure, that is why you can hear us. I nodded my head slowly. That makes sense, I guess... Pan doesn't know as much as he thinks he does. I raised an eyebrow at this. What are you talking about? Naturally, killing someone would cause an impure blemish in your heart, however this isn't the case for you. What? What do you mean?You killed him because you needed to, not because you wanted to. Even though he caused you a lot of grief, you didn't make the kill personal. I pulled my hand from his mouth and focused on the voices Pan couldn't hear.Because of this, what darkness was there was purified instantly. I looked down to my hands. Nothing like this has ever happened before. "So... He's wrong?"

...

Not only was Reiha being disrespectful with keeping me silent, but she was also ignoring me. What does she think she's doing?! She was looking around at nothing in particular. Once her hand was off my mouth, I took the chance to speak up. "What the fuck is your problem?! I was only telling you the truth. The more darkness you allow yourself to feel, the darker your heart will become." I responded cooly.

"You're wrong!" Reiha debated as she looked at me. "I'm not like you. I am NOTHING like you! The Spirits of Neverland said so." She sounded like a child with that debate but I was ever-so curious.The Spirits of Neverland? No one has ever communicated with them, not even me. Reiha seemed to be overwhelmed in thought. The proof was in the bite she gave her index finger, it was as if she wanted to allow her thoughts to run rampant. "Anger doesn't create the darkness you're implying, dumb ass, it means you're human. People are capable of being both good and evil, but most people choose a single path to follow..." She mumbled. "They said that naturally, because I had killed someone a few years ago, my heart would have had a patch of darkness in it. However, because I did it not out of spite or revenge but to save innocent lives, the darkness was immediately purified." That's not possible! I debated mentally. She grabbed at her chest. "They said that nothing like that has ever happened before..." I wasn't about to let her discourage me, I was going to break that will of hers if it was the last thing I did.

"Here, let me show you something." I looked at her as seriousness filled my essence. "Let's see just how pure your heart is, hm?" With a wave of my hand, a mirror appeared. The only difference about this mirror compared to any another is that in her reflection, Reiha's heart could be seen. She was right, regardless of that moment of spite, her heart was incredibly pure. Hell, it was the most purest heart I'd ever seen. I shook my wonderment off quickly. Time to play with her mind a bit. I smirked to myself before caressing the back of the mirror, placing a little illusion on it. On the mirror's corrupted surface, Reiha's once truly pure heart had a blemish of darkness within it. "Neverland is dark by nature, it changes people." I looked from Reiha's reflection to my own. Mine wasn't enchanted, my heart was truly as black as it was displayed. I didn't need magic to tell me otherwise. It's who I am. This is me. "Look in the mirror and see, love, hearts are capable of changing even by the simplest of actions." I pointed to her reflection however she didn't seem convinced.

"I believe the Spirits of Neverland, who can only be heard by a person with a pure heart." She hissed in debate.Huh, so that's how she was able to make contact with them... "That means I don't believe you. I mean, look at all the times you've lied to me and been caught in said lies." She poked her index finger into my chest. "Just because I'm young, doesn't mean I'm naive, Pan." She stated simply. "I know that if I believe you, it will become the truth - the magic of Neverland." She spat sarcastically with a roll of her eyes.

...

"No! This is the truth! This land changes people." I eyed his form suspiciously. "I should know... This place changed me. I was once a drunkard and now I'm a killer. A monster. And do you want to know that sad thing about that, Reiha? I like it!" Pan admitted. What a fucking dumb ass... I narrowed my eyes in frustration.

"I didn't doubt that people can't be changed, Pan. All it takes is the wrong influences. The Spirits did say there was a little bit of humanity in your heart before you arrived in Neverland but you let magic destroy you." I informed with a sigh. With the way our current discussion was going, I decided to drop the redemption thing.Besides I'll find my way out of Neverland... Eventually. I sighed and looked towards him with a much calmer demeanor. "One thing you can do for me is tell me what kind of person - aside from being a drunk - you were before coming to Neverland. No secrets."

"Fine, I'll tell you, not like it means anything to me anymore." He inhaled deeply. "I was once a man named Malcolm and I had a son, his name was Rumpelstiltskin." Peter Pan and Rumpelstiltskin are related? This universe gets more and more complicated! "I convinced him to use the magic bean he had gotten so we could escape and be together. But it was a lie. Once we got here, I told my son to wait for me as I was looking for Pixie Dust, but I was actually waiting for the Shadow of Neverland." I watched him closely. Something's wrong with this story... Regardless I let him continue. "While he waited, the Shadow told me I couldn't stay here. That only children children can stay, and only in their dreams but I refused to leave. So he told me that if I wanted to stay, there would have to be sacrifices." He didn't... "I took him up on the offer, and upon doing so, a part of me was taken away, in a sense. You can say that Neverland claimed a piece of my soul, branded it if you will. I abandoned my child in exchange for magic, eternal life, and to be forever young." I blinked several times. This was a bit hard to swallow.

"Say what now?" I tried to breathe but the breath was caught in my chest. "You traded your own flesh and blood for something so... So... SELFISH?!" You'd think I would be more concerned about Peter Pan and Rumpelstiltskin being related but that wasn't the case. His story broke my heart but I had no pity for him. I backed away from him. "You... You shouldn't even have... THAT." I shyly glanced below his belt only to look back up just as quickly. "Your poor son..." I whispered as I once again clutched my chest. "My parents loved me... When someone tried to take me away, they fought for me... But you..." I glared at him. "YOU are the greediest, most pathetically desperate coward I have ever met!"

...

I ground my teeth together. No one, not since my old life, has EVER called me a coward. No one had the courage to. Then there's Reiha Moon. A woman who challenges me, speaks to me in such a disrespectful manner though I oddly enjoy it, and then she has the audacity to call me the one word that ties Rumple and I together. "But you didn't ask to hear about my upbringing, Reiha. Evil is not born, love, it's made." I informed coldly. "Yes... I gave up my son. Do I regret it? No. I never wanted Rumple in the first place. He was a parasite eating up my time and my money." I growled as I clenched my fists once more. "My parents... They gave me away." I informed while looking away from her. Why... Why can't I stop talking?! She doesn't need to know this! She could use this against me! And yet, I continued to talk. "I was sold to a blacksmith who needed a young right-hand - though slave would have been a more honest title. When I slept, I would dream of a wonderful place called Neverland. After all my adventures there, and the horrors I'd face while I was awake, I vowed to one day go there and stay. And here I am." Why I told her all this is a mystery, even to me, yet it feels almost moral disclosing information to her that even Rumple didn't know. I drew a breath and looked back to Reiha.

"So what?" Even though the tone she had was strong, the look in her eyes reflected weakness. "I watched the only people who EVER loved me get murdered by my pedophilic father! A monster who captured little girls, and I mean LITTLE girls, and used them for his own sexual gratification." She hugged at her arms. "My mother was a victim of his. That's right: I was the product of 'rape.'" She looked towards her lap. Something pulled inside me, something I didn't know. What the fuck is wrong with me?! Her life wasn't an easy one but neither was mine. "Everyone has something devastating happen in their life, Pan, in one way or another..." She looked at me once more. "But do you see me attacking you in a sexual manner because of my child-raping father? No. All I've done is played by your rules." She loosened her embrace on herself.

"I care not for your sob story little girl," A lie. Regardless of how shitty my past was, hers seemed to be worse. A child-raping father, watching her parents die, taking a life for selfless reasons instead of filling her own vindictive agenda. I couldn't help but wonder: how much more to her is there? "You're the one that asked me to tell you my story and I did. I don't feel sorry for myself. And as far as Rumple is concerned, it wasn't rape. Just a one-night stand. I was never meant to be a father." I mentioned bluntly. "Now I just have sex for fun. I could care less about who I'm having those relations with. I have needs, like any other man." I added.

...

"Here's a thought, genius: if you didn't want a child, why in the HELL would you procreate in the first place?" I wondered as my eyes searched his. "That's exactly why you should be castrated: so it doesn't happen again." I stated with a growl. Watch it, girl. Pan warned me mentally. I didn't care for his comment. He sparked the flame, now he's gotta deal with the burn. "You give up one child to raise over a dozen. You're a walking hypocrite!" I hissed with another roll of my eyes.

"That's not true!" I debated. "The Lost Boys aren't my children!"

"No? Then tell me: Why you keep a roof over their heads? Why do you keep clothes on their backs? Why did you give them tools to keep food in their stomachs?" I snorted.

...

I looked away and began thinking about her questions. It couldn't be true... "Like I said: one child lost and over a dozen gained. Hypocrite." She snorted. "Besides, I wasn't trying to gain any pity from you, you fucking dolt, I was making a point. Sometimes bad things happen, things we can't control. The strong rise and the weak crumble." She lectured. Is she calling me weak? I glared at the very thought. No. I have proven my strength and I have a lot more to show. "I only wanted to know about your past because I was expecting your past to be something a lot less despicable, but I guess I just hoped there was SOMETHING worth saving in you." She drew a heavy breath. "My mistake." She looked back to me. "If you didn't want a child, and still stand on that platform, perhaps you shouldn't have sex." My hands clenched at her suggestion. For the first time EVER I couldn't find anything to say. It's not that I didn't have anything to say - no, there's LOTS I wanted to say - I just couldn't voice it. I felt dumbfounded by her words. How could I let a woman like Reiha speak to me like this and not say anything? All I could do was glare. After a moment or two of silence, Reiha spoke up. "Thank you, by the way."What the Hell is she thanking me for? I still couldn't find the words to speak. I desired so very desperately to give her a remark most suited for her, one not-so pleasant, but it was as though I had lost my voice. She simply rolled her eyes. "Moron." She muttered. "I was saying thank you for telling me the truth. I mean I may have won and all that, but you could have told me a lie, just as you undoubtedly did to your Lost boys." She looked away from me. "So thank you." I ground my teeth together. Whether she was meaning to or not, she was testing my anger. Though, regardless of my boiling frustrations, I still felt odd with her around. One part of me wanted to humiliate her to no end, but the other part wanted something else, though I knew not what. What the fuck is this woman doing to me!?

"No need to thank me, dumb girl." I snapped before I looked away. Reiha's acting. She must be. She narrowed her eyes.

"At least I'm capable of saying such things, where as your ego wouldn't let you." Reiha forced herself to stand. My face became flushed however annoyance embraced me. That may be true but I wouldn't admit it. "Well Pan, what next?" My frustration vanished as I looked at her, questioning the sudden change of conversation. I frowned and shook my head.

"I don't know." I growled with irritation. "You choose the next game." Regardless of the arrogance in my tone, and the desire to gut her, I regretted those words as soon as they left my lips.

"Hm..." She said as she tapped her index finger against her chin. "Well we have already done Hide and Seek - or Hide and Kill as you call it." She began to pace back and forth. I hid the anxiety that was building within me. I've never let anyone chose the game, it's always been my call. As I watched her stride about in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder: What does she have in store for me?