Chapter 1: It Started One Night

Lily's piercing blue eyes were partially aqua but as you moved further away from her pupil they grew as dark as the world that awaited her, the outer edge ending in midnight blue.

Mahogany wavy hair poured over her shoulders right to the bottom of her back.

The blue swirling colour of her eyes were hidden as she bowed her head, on her window seat reading her favourite book, Peter Pan.

Peter Pan had been her favourite book ever since her long lost Father had sent it to her on her birthday many years ago.

If you knew Lily well, you'd notice how much reading stories had always comforted her whenever she felt lonely, which was... Well, always.

Her Mother, Jane Darling, had forbade her to read the marvellous story by James Matthew Barrie.

Lily never found out why, nor did she care, only that she would read it whenever she had the chance.

Sometimes, she even felt as though she was there, in Neverland, where you could fight pirates, swim with the mermaids and dance with the natives, but most importantly, you could fly.

In reality, she wished she were there.

"Dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it." She read aloud.

Lily closed her eyes momentarily, picturing Neverland in her imaginative mind.

Of course most of children in the world have heard of Neverland, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell.

But they all end up losing faith when they grow up.

Lily didn't understand why she hadn't, but she felt as though she was apart of it all, somehow.

The thought of a bright blue endless sky above a green and enchanted island was enough to make her want to fly.

Mermaids and Fairies made her want to sing.

She opened her eyes and sighed to her self, looking up at the stars, placing the book gently on her lap.

"Star light, star bright, second star to the right, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." She closed her pale blue eyes and made her wish, like she had every night for the last ten years.

Then she smiled slightly, as she hid the book under the pillow.

She curled up, slightly on her window seat and drifted off into sleep.

There was a breeze coming from the open window, but she didn't mind, she'd always kept her window open, in hope that a certain boy would take her away to her dreamland.

It was dark in Neverland that night.

The embers of the fire reflecting of his eyes as he thought to himself.

The ones who knew him doubted that his thoughts were dark and evil.

But those who didn't would think he was just an innocent boy, in his late teens.

However, Peter Pan was far from innocent.

He was a demon, now sat lazily on a log, still gazing into the orange flames of the dim fire.

Evil as he was, he felt nothing as he glared down at lost boys occasionally crying in their sleep.

He knew, of course, that when they'd wake they wouldn't remember their dreams of being back home, because never would they go there again.

But it had happened before, a young boy who refused to believe he was lost.

That boy, as much as Peter hated to admit it, had escaped.

The demon boy heard a rustling sound behind him, but her knew who it was.

"Felix." He greeted, his second in command.

The hooded figure walked towards him, frowning when he saw the passive look on his leader's face. "Is something wrong?"

Peter stood as he looked up at the lost boy, clapping his hands together as though he'd solved a puzzle. "Nope." He smirked, popping the 'P'.

Felix tilted his head slightly, noticing the passive look on Pan's face. "Are you sure?"

He was given the death stare, and his stomach churned, that look could make the darkness itself crawl into a corner and cry. "You doubt me?"

Felix looked at his feet. "Of course not."

"Good." Pan's good mood returned as though Felix hadn't said anything. "Now. I'm going to be off the island for a day or two. So keep the boys fit, OK Felix?"

Felix knew he was pushing his luck when he asked yet another question. "Where you going?"

"To see an old friend." He stated.

His loyal lost boy gave him a questioning look. "Who?"

Peter grinned deviously. "My little Darling."

Hours later, Lily woke. It was darker outside, now.

The shining stars had disappeared behind the almost black clouds.

She suddenly felt cold, feeling a dark presence nearby, as though some demon was hiding in the shadows.

Lily had never felt anything like it before, she could tell something wasn't right.

She sat up and listened for a few minutes but all she could hear was her own racing heart beat and the sound of her slow breathing.

Rain had started to fall and every drop got bigger and bigger until it seemed like a river pouring from the inky blue sky.

Nothing in the world could have prepared her for what happened next, an eye catching bolt of lightning lit the room for a faction of second and through the corner of her eye, Lily could have sworn she saw someone was standing behind her.

She jumped out of bed and ran across her room, now breathing heavily. "H-hello?" She whispered.

There was no reply. The sixteen year old stood in the corner of her room, trying to make out shapes of shadows.

In the end, she found nothing but her furniture and random objects lying on the floor, so with a small yawn, she walked to her bed.

However, that feeling someone watching her didn't go away, even when sleep finally over took her once more.

The demon, that had been hiding only he knew where, advanced, unknowingly by the sleeping beauty before him.

He was close enough to play with her curly dark hair as he caressed her ghost like face and whispered to her softly. "It's been a long time, flower." He kissed her lips lightly, so as not to wake her.

Lily moved a little at his touch and let out a soft whimper that made the demon smirk.

He lent back and thought to himself. "The last time I saw you... You were very small... Good to see you've grown just enough for me." He admired her body and ran his fingertips down, feeling the way it curved.

Peter Pan chucked. "Perfect." He whispered, and then he vanished.

A few moments later Lily's eyes shot open again and she got out of bed and walked over to her open bay window and sat staring out at the sea.

The waves had calmed down from what she could see and the sky was clear and the sun was rising with pink and orange mixed clouds.

Lily felt better and calm but in the back of her mind she could still feel that something wasn't right.

She ran a finger across her lips, wondering why they were so cold.