This was powerful and I didn't know how to yield it. I had to give it up, and I had to be quick about it. Without dwelling on the subject, I placed into his hand.
The corners of Peter's mouth twisted up into a grin as Hook let out a disappointed sigh. "I'm sorry." I mouthed at him but he was looking away now. I stared at my boots kicking at the sand beneath them.
"You didn't seriously think she would trust you." Pan laughed as Hooks fists clenched in rage. "I know who she is" Peter sneered. I raised my gaze to look at him. He had cow caught my attention.
Hook drew his sword and pointed it towards Pan's throat, But Peter remained calm, his hands never straying from his sides. "You better not lay a hand on her or I'll-"
"Too late!" Peter quipped. Hook lunged forwards, but Peter had vanished. He was now standing behind Hook, laughing as each time hook made a stab at Peter, be would simply disappear and the reappear moments late, only a few feet from his previous position.
"Stop it! Both of you!" I shouted. Hook lowered his Sword and Peter reappeared in front of me. He grasped my chin and tilted my face towards him. He leaned in so close; I could feel his breath on my nose. He smiled that boyish smile of his. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he held my stare.
"Don't you ever tell me what to do." He grin, slightly more sinister than before. "Back to camp." He commanded, trekking off into the lush green forest. I began to follow, but stopped to look back at Hook. His eyes were big and full of disappointment. He had put some much trust in me and I had failed him, despite my efforts. It was true what the Lost Boys said, "Pan Never Fails." But neither do I.
Opening up my satchel, I withdrew the flask which I had hidden my own stash of dust. I gripped it tight for a moment before deciding to place it on the sand, leaving it there for Hook.
I didn't know what possessed me to take it in the first place, but I had had a feeling I would need it, and I felt that this was why. I ambled along after Peter, turning back, just to see Hook pick the flask up off the ground and unscrew the cap. He looked down the neck of the bottle before looking back up as me, a proud smile spread across his face.
I smiled back at him before sprinting off into the forest to chase after Peter. I wasn't sure why, but as I ran through the woods, the low lying leaves brushing past my hair, I felt liberated. I warm sense of accomplishment spread all over my body, from the tips of my finger down through my toes.
I couldn't explain it, but I had a connection with Hook, different to that with Peter. When I was around Peter, I felt intrigued but scared. He enthralled me, but at the same time, I couldn't fully trust him, no matter how much I wanted to.
By sacrificing the dust, possibly the one thing I could use for real protection from any and everything on this island, I somehow felt safer, knowing I had sided with both Pirate and Lost Boy. All I had to do now was to get back to the Jolly Roger ship, and Hook could tell me who sent me that letter, but I had a feeling it would be a while before I regained any little bit of trust Peter may be willing to give me.
When I reached the camp, the lost boys where having their usual procession around the fire. I sat down and a few of them stopped and stared at me; some whispered to each other. I could have sworn I heard the words "Traitor" "Pirates" and "Whore" being thrown around. Their eyes burned holes in me as I stared down at the ground. My fists clenched as tears of anger and distress welled up in my eyes. God only knew what rumours were being spread about me. I began to wonder if there even was a god here, because ever since I arrive things hadn't seemed to be going my way.
I could feel my blood boil within me, and I was about to silence those boys for good, when Peter sat down beside me and the whispering ceased and the boys continued the nightly party.
"I want to show you something." He said. His words lacked emotion and feeling, as though he was narrating and not actually feeling anything, but he was simply a voice in the void. He got up without saying anything and walked off into the forestry.
I was hesitant at first, but decided to follow him. He didn't take a path, but made his own as he wove himself in and around the trees. He led the way to a cliff, overlooking a lagoon, where the water sparkled with brilliance in the moonlight.
I noticed that he had been clutching the vial of dust I had retrieved earlier. He was staring it from some time before he decided to speak.
"You're special, M" he finally said. I simply laughed in response but he took no heed. "The dust can be special to, M but you have to believe to make it work. Do you understand?" Honestly, I didn't have a clue what he was talking about, and feared for his sanity, but I nodded along in agreement, just to appease him.
"Good." Was all he said, before gripping the cap with his teeth and pulling it out. "I need you to show me you believe." He poured the contents over me, and I took a deep breath, but nothing happened. I closed my eyes and thought to myself "I believe… I believe… I believe…" I felt a hard impart on my stomach and my eyes jolted open. I looked up to see Peter, standing on the cliff, as I tumbled through the air, all the while edging nearer to the water, My scream bouncing off of the cliff and echoing back to me.
My body crashed against the water as it washed over me like a blanket of ice. The sea was cold and dark, but it was calm and peaceful. I groped around in the darkness to grip hold of something to pull myself a shore, when I felt a strong hand gram my ankle to pull me deeper under the water.
I opened my eyes, the salt water stinging like tiny knives were piercing me. I squinted in the darkness to see some mystical creature as the culprit.
It looked like a woman, but with a fish's tail in place of her legs. Her hair floated around her head in the water, surrounding her as though it were a halo. I kicked at her, trying to free my leg from her grasp, but she was too strong. I reached for my satchel and retrieved a dagger I had made of stone. I stabbed in the darkness till I sliced open a gash in her arm. The creature let out a spine tingling screech as she clutched her arm in pain, the blood like a rich red ink spreading through the water.
I kicked with all my might, till I broke the surface, but looking down, I could see the water wench fast approaching. I shut my eyes tight and thought of the first night I had spent with Peter, when I had fallen asleep beside him, all I could hear was his heart beat.
As the cold night air washed over me, I slowly opened my eyes, shocked to see I was no longer in the lagoon, but floating several feet above the water's surface. Staring down as my drenched clothes I could see hundreds of specs, the dust remnants, glowing an astonishingly bright green-yellow, as though, if by magic, it had lifted me up out of the dangers of the water to safety.
The dust continued to lift me higher, till I once again stood on the cliff with Peter.
"It worked!" I laughed, unable to contain the excitement that pulsed through me.
"I knew you were special" whispered Peter, as he moved close enough to whisper it in my ear. His lips lingered there, his hot breath brushing against my skin. He latched his mouth onto my earlobe as he began to suckle at my flesh.
He grasped my right breast with his right hand as his left hiked up my skirt. He pushed me back and slammed me into a tree. He kissed all down my neck, his lips prolonging over my skin.
When he reached my chest, he unlaced my corset with his teeth, whilst his left hand fondled with my clitoris. I moaned as he I began to feel my vagina become hot and wet and sticky, but I made the mistake of opening my eyes, just long enough to spot Hooks ship, just beyond the lagoon.
I pushed Peter away and he looked taken aback, probably because he always got what he wanted. My chest heaved up and down and I couldn't tell if it was because I was excited or nervous or both. "Not here." I stated, but he still looked confused. I needed a good excuse, when honestly I had none. The probability of Hook even being able to see us was less to none, but I still wasn't comfortable with being here.
"Go back to our cave," I explained, "And then we won't have to worry about anybody else stumbling upon us while you are so… vulnerable…" I laced my fingers with his, but he laughed.
Peter knew what he wanted and he always got it, but when he did, he would soon get bored. He liked a challenge to keep things interesting.
"Alright," He supposed "But only if you get there before me." I could see his smirk beginning to grow. "If I catch you first, then we do it wherever we stop" He was challenging me now, making the game a competitive deal. "But because I'm nice, I'll give you a ten second head start."
I laughed. "Seriously?" I felt like I was playing a school yard game.
"9… 8… 7…" I could hear him count backwards, all the way to 1 as I sprinted off into the forest. I didn't dare look behind me, as I was scared I would lose pace. I ran, without stopping, till I reached the ladder in the alcove. I had only placed my foot on the first rung when I felt a strong grip on my shoulder, pull me around and slam my back against the ladder, two lips crashing down onto mine.
I couldn't remember what happened after that, but when I woke up the following morning, I lay beneath the lace trimmed sheets of my bed in the cave, completely alone.