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Chapter 4

My eyes shot open, a scream lodged in my throat. I had tears running down my cheeks, warm against my ice cold skin.

"How interesting," a voice said from the corner of the room. I looked around the small room, noticing how bare it was.

"W-who is there?" I clutched the material covering me closer to my body.

"Let's make it a game," A voice teased.

I rolled by eyes before running a trembling hand through my hair, "A puzzle to solve?" I tried to imitate his British accent.

The figure slowly clapped before stepping out of the shadows. "You're getting it, good girl." Pan crossed his arms and smirked at me. "Tell me girl, why are you crying?"

"Where am I?" I asked, "W-where's Henry?"

He tutted, "You didn't answer my question."

"You don't answer any of mine," I grumbled.

"Fair play," his smirk widened. "You're a fiery little thing, I like fire."

"Well you're an asshole and I don't like assholes."

His eyes went dark, "That wasn't cute."

"Wasn't supposed to be," I smirked. He strode towards the bed before grasping my arm and hauling me up.

"What the he-"

His hand went to my hair, forcing my head back and exposing my neck. His mouth went to my ear, "I live on an Island full of boys, sweet Ava." His lips moved against my ear.

"Is this some sort of coming out speech?" I growled. He gripped my hair tighter, making me whimper.

"You're bearable until you open your mouth. Do you think I'm not used to snarky remarks like yours? Do you know how I deal with disrespectful Lost Boys, sweetheart?"

I shook my head as he breathed on my neck.

"I discipline them," I felt a hand on my leg. "But I'm willing to take a different approach with you."

"Get off me," I growled.

He chuckled darkly before letting me go "Keep that in mind, Ava." I shot him a glare before glancing at myself in a large shard of a broken mirror on the wall. I looked so unbelievably awful I almost shrieked.

"May I add that you need to bathe?"

I shot him a glare, "Why thanks."

"There's a lake near to here that you could go to but obviously I would have to send someone to accompany you."

I frowned, "Who?"

"Let's go see," he grabbed my arm before dragging me out of his hut.

"Not him, definitely not him, what about-"

"No way" I said lowly.

"How about Dylan?"

"Who is Dylan?" I asked, looking around the camp.

"You will soon see," he brought me over to a very tall, dark haired boy who was sharpening knives.

"Dylan, this is Ava."

The boy looked up and gave Pan a curious look before smiling at me, "Nice to meet you, Ava."

Something about him was familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it, "We've met before."

Pan looked at me.

"Dylan's been here for nearly one hundred years, Ava. He's never left," Pan said strongly.

"No, it was here."

"You're probably just getting him confused with the other lost boys," Peter sighed. "Dylan, can you take her to the lake so she can get cleaned up?"

"Sure," he nodded before leaving to grab some things.

"I might be able to put up with your annoying personality but Dylan won't." Peter said, "Don't annoy him."

I gave Pan a playful smirk, "Who says I want to annoy him?" I licked my lips.

"I'm telling you right now; do not play with my Lost Boys." His eyes went dark.

"Why not?"

"Ava, you're not getting it."

"You scared that they'll get lucky before you do?" I smiled innocently.

His eyes widened in anger, "You're playing a dangerous game."

"I don't care," I breathed before turning away and following Dylan away from the camp.

I knew exactly what I had to do.

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"Here we are," Dylan sighed as he dropped his bag on the ground.

"Thank god," I collapsed to my knees. "We were walking for hours!"

"It would have taken us half an hour if you weren't so slow," He growled. "Pan won't be happy if we're late."

"I don't care what Pan thinks," I scoffed. I walked over to the edge of the lake, slipping off my shoes and testing the water. It was warm.

I was never one to believe in being embarrassed about their body. To be honest, I would walk around naked and it wouldn't bother me. I slipped out of my ripped clothes, throwing them onto a nearby rock.

"Are you- Whoa!" I heard Dylan curse, "Could you at least give a guy a bit of warning?"

"I guess you guys aren't used to seeing naked girls around here?" I smiled as I slipped into the water.

"Are you in the water yet?" he sighed.

"Yes," I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. He turned around and threw me a bar of soap.

"Thanks," I smiled. "Now turn around before I corrupt your innocence."

He complied.

I washed all of the dirt off my skin before washing my hair. The water was so warm, I was already getting sleepy.

I swam around for a while before crossing my arms and leaning on a nearby rock.

"Can you hurry up? Pan will probably come find us if we aren't back on time."

"You can turn around you know," I said. "I'm covered."

Once again, he followed my request. "How old are you Dylan?"

"I'm not sure, I think I'm around one hundred and-"

"No. I mean how old were you when the shadow brought you here?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment, "Seventeen."

"Don't you ever miss being normal?"

"I am normal," he said defensively.

"Don't you ever miss growing up, learning new things? Meeting new people?"

He frowned, "I never really thought of-"

"Dylan!" I heard a voice call from deep in the surrounding forest.

Do not play with my Lost Boys, I remembered.

Maybe If I could get Pans attention away from Henry, I could buy Emma and Regina some time. I didn't even know if they were on the Island yet.

"Ouch," I let out a false cry. I clutched my shoulder, "Dylan help!"

"What's wrong?" he asked, worried. "Should I get Pan?"

"No!" I said quietly, letting out silent sobs.

I heard him curse again before he lifted me out of the water and into his arms, he didn't look at me. Instead, he grabbed a shirt from his bag and placed it over my head; looking away as I smoothed it out over my body and pulling some panties on.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

"Dylan!" I heard a voice shout, closer this time.

"Thank you for saving me," I fluttered my eyelashes.

He smiled at me, "It's no problem." I felt bad for using Dylan but part of me knew he would always be loyal to Pan and wouldn't go against him.

I heard footsteps, "What's going on here?"

I felt Dylan's arms stiffen, "Nothing, she jus-"

"Why is she wearing your shirt?" Pan grit out.

"Ava got hur-"

"I see no injury," he shot me a glare. I shuffled closer to Dylan, Pan's expression darkened even further.

"Leave us, Dylan."

"Bu-"

"LEAVE," Pan roared.

"Just go," I breathed. Dylan gave me a worried glance before retreating in the direction we came.

"What did I tell you!?" he was suddenly in my face.

"Lots of things actually,"

"DO NOT BE COY WITH ME!" He grabbed my shoulders. I flinched, "Don't talk to me like that!" I shouted.

"Quite frankly sweetheart, I make the deals here. Not you," he pushed me away from him.

"You sound just like Rumplestiltskin." I spat, his face twisted into something unreadable.

"You just don't know when to stop, do you?" he seethed.

I stumbled back as he approached me, scared of his thunderous expression.

"Don-"

My foot twisted and I cried out in pain as I crumbled to the ground, something catching my hip as I fell.

"You're so infuriating!" he shouted angrily, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I shouted,

"Would you rather walk?" He growled. I cringed at the pain in my ankle, "Fine."

The walk back to camp was silent until Peter suddenly sighed before placing me down in front of him.

"I don't want to the bad guy here," I raised an eyebrow.

"But you will not get in the way of my plans."

"I don't need to, Emma and my Mom will do that for me." I glared at him, crossing my arms over my stomach.

"But she isn't your real mother is she, Ava? You were abandoned, just like the lost boys."

My gaze hardened, "My mother would fight for me."

"Well, I don't see any of them here." He smirked. I made sure my eyes never left his, I was not backing down.

"They will come, they'll protect Henry. I'll always protect Henry"

"I don't doubt it," he smirked. "I would be more worried from protecting yourself from me."

He moved closer so our lips were almost touching, "Because if I fail, I'll kill you first. And it will not be quick and easy, I can assure you that."

I gulped, my eyes still connected with his.

"If it means Henry is safe, I don't care."

His eyes flashed, "So selfless."

"I'm sure it's a very foreign concept to you." I muttered.

"Always so nasty," he smiled. "You'd be a great addition to Neverland."

"Over my dead body," I smirked but a sharp pain made be gasp.

"What's wrong now? Going to faint into my arms?" He said smugly, but something about his eyes betrayed him.

"What did you do?" I asked; worry lacing my voice as my side throbbed in pain.

"I did nothing," he crossed his arms. I gulped before lifting my shirt up, not really caring about Pan's wandering eyes. My eyes widened at the gash in my side, "P-peter."

"Wha-" His eyes narrowed at the blackening gash. "When did this happen?"

"I don't know." I said, my head feeling fuzzy.

"Ava, was this recent?"

"Peter, I don't feel well." I felt myself tilting slightly.

"Ava," he said. I whimpered as I felt cool hands touch my gash, "Stop!" I pushed at his chest.

"I have to admit; today's events have worked in my favour."

His face began to blur, "What?"

"You've been poisoned love, Dreamshade."

"Poisoned!?" I panicked.

"You'll be fine," he smiled, somehow I didn't trust it.

"Why do I feel like you're happy about this?"

"I've won, Ava."

"How?"

"Because you will never leave this Island unless you want to die."

AN: Chapter 4

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