A/N: Hey hey, back with an extra large chapter! Thank you to all the reviewers I didn't get to thank personally. I truly appreciate the feedback. Perstephia, I'm glad you liked the book idea. It's definitely going to be important.

Belle appears in this chapter. I've decided to take a different approach to her cursed persona. I hope no one minds. Oh and a little warning, bad stuff happens in the second half. Nothing too graphic though.

That was a good visit. One of the better ones, he would say. Pan didn't often go to see Rumpelstiltskin, but when he did, he always left feeling extremely satisfied. One could say it was like therapy. While he wasn't entirely lying, he wasn't entirely telling the truth either, when he told Rumpelstiltskin he had plans for Belle. He hadn't exactly concerned himself with her before now. Of course she was on his list, but he had mainly put his focus on his grandson and great grandson first. He couldn't believe that through his son he had created such a long line of relatives. To think he hadn't even wanted Rumple as a child, now he had more grandchildren than he could stand. But he had taken his time to corrupt them both and now they were wicked enough to join the lost boys. He should really extend a formal invitation to Henry for that.

Anyway, now that he had some spare time again, he should really pay a visit to dear sweet Belle. He hadn't seen the girl for quite some time. Word was, she had practically locked herself up in that library of hers. No one ever saw her around and rumours apparently get started easily.

He really hadn't intended to make work of her this soon, but seeing how incredibly riled up it made Rumple, he instantly felt the desire to pay his, almost but not yet, daughter-in-law a visit.

Casually strolling down the streets, he made his way over to the library. It looked rather run down and one of the windows was boarded up. He didn't bother knocking. Why would he? The town was his. This library was his and everything in it, was his too. Such was the mindset in which he entered. The place looked positively disorderly. He hadn't exactly visited many libraries in his lifetime, none to be exact, but he was sure this was not how a library was supposed to look. There were books strewn all over the place. Big stacks on the floor rising up above the counter. Pages torn from books lay scattered and dust covered surfaces that were normally kept spotless.

"Hello?"

Pan was starting to think she wasn't here, but no sooner had he called out or two curious blue eyes peeked from behind one of the bookcases. Instantly his lips spread widely into a grin.

She looked like a frightened little mouse. And the cat approached her slowly.

"Belle?"

"Yes, what do you want?" she asked still half hiding behind the shelves.

"Would you believe... a book..."

Of course he wasn't here for a book. He was here the check something out alright, but it was no book.

"Why don't you come out of your hiding spot," he extended his hand to her. She looked at it for the longest time and Pan did his best to resist the very strong desire to yank her from behind the bookcase. Unfortunately for Belle, his best wasn't good enough. He grabbed a hold of her wrist, a little too forcefully, because her eyes widened and she pulled her arm back. A little more gently this time, he released her wrist and took her hand in his.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you. You'll be okay."

She really was the complete opposite of the adventurous, strong willed woman he met a year ago. This girl seemed as though she would be frightened by her own shadow. No wonder no one had seen her in forever. She was hiding from the world in here. Hiding from him. Too bad for her he had found her. Now there was no place she could hide.

"W..who are you? I..I haven't seen you around before."

"My name's Peter," he replied with a charming smile, shaking her hand, which he was still holding with those cold slender fingers of his.

"Nice to meet you, I guess," Belle replied, not meaning a word of it. It didn't feel nice to meet this strange boy at all. It felt distressing and ominous. For whatever reason...

"How.. how do you know my name?"

"I know everyone in this town, even if they don't know me." The way in which he said that, made Belle feel exceedingly uncomfortable. She really wanted him to leave now.

Pan noticed the concern that flashed in her eyes. She sure was paranoid. Right then, an idea popped into his mind. If she had a tendency for paranoia, he could drive her truly insane, maybe even let her join Rumple in the asylum. Sending her back to his son, dazed and crazed sounded like a marvelous plan, but he could also drive her over the edge. Bring her to the brink, make her trust him and then let go so she'd go tumbling down. Something about destroying the woman from the inside out made him feel excited. That sounded like a great new challenge.

"My family sort of owns this town," he quickly clarified. Not the whole truth, but not a lie either. He considered the lost boys his family and well, they did pretty much all together own this town.

"So it's sort of our business to know everyone and everything that goes on here."

"Oh right. Peter. Pan. Sorry, " she rolled her eyes at her own suspicious mind, "I know who you are. Of course. It's just.. you read about so many weird people these days..." her words trailed off.

Pan let out a laugh. "Yes, one does. Uh, I can assure you I'm not a weird person." He tried his best innocent smile.

Belle returned this gesture timidly. He could tell it was the first time in a long time for her, since it was a bit of an uneasy one. Nevertheless, it was still quite beautiful when she smiled. Beauty was always the most fun to corrupt.

"I haven't seen you around though... Have you been alone here all this time?" he acted casually as he strolled in her general direction, still paying very close attention to her reaction to him. Since she didn't shift uncomfortably anymore, he seemed to have convinced her of his trustworthiness for now.

Her eyes were briefly cast down to her shoes before she answered.

"Well I, yes I have stayed rather to myself in here. Adventures are fun to read about, but out there, they can get you into big trouble," she explained to him in great seriousness. Feeling she did him a priceless favour by warning him about this.

"I suppose you're right... but not all adventure leads to trouble you know." He grazed his finger over the cover of one particularly dusty book.

Belle cocked her head challengingly, almost scoffing at him. Like he would know. The boy had no idea of the dangers that lay lurking about in the world. Or so she figured. Unlucky for her, the danger had stepped right into her safe little library this time.

"Oh you don't believe me?"

"I believe that you believe that," she retorted.

Pan let out a genuine chuckle, she was still quite spunky.

"Let me prove it to you."

Her blue eyes narrowed sceptically, while she crossed her arms defensively.

Pan took notice of her distant body language and resolved to make her open up to him. He carefully approached her and held her hands in his.

"Come on, let me show you. Give me a chance...please. You won't regret it, I promise"

There was something about that boyish grin she simply couldn't resist. Could her first impression of him be wrong? Did she really want to spend the rest of her life locked away with her books? Yes the stories were wonderful and yes there were no risks inside these walls, but was she really happy here all by herself? Maybe she should just take a leap of faith. Just this once. Her heart rate picked up at the mere thought of it. Pan could see here eyes come back to life again, a tiny sparkle told him all he needed to know.

"Okay," she breathed, "How?"

"I'll meet you back here tomorrow, you'll see."

She was still hesitant. Stepping out into the world was scary. So many things could go wrong. People could hurt her. Belle shook her head slightly, getting rid of the negative thoughts. No. No more hiding.

"Alright, I can't wait," she replied, getting a little excited now.

"Great! See you tomorrow then, beauty," he added with a wink.

Belle's cheeks turned a deep shade of red. Gosh, maybe people weren't so bad after all.

"Hey! What about your book?!" she called after him.

"Another time!"

Olivia tried to crawl away from him, but there was really nowhere for her to go.

"Austin... don't," she tried to plead with him.

"Heh, really? You think you're in a position to order me around?" He gestured to her, demonstrating that she was the one on the ground. She was the one at his mercy.

"You're a maid. You serve. That's your job. And now, you're gonna serve me." The predatory grin plastered on his face sent chills down her spine. Austin reached over, grabbed ahold of her hair, the elastic giving a little, theatening to set free her blonde locks.

"Let's get to work."

He hauled her up and called out to the boys. Like a pack of hungry wolves they gathered in the living room to await their prey's arrival.

Once reassembled with his friends, he gave a powerful shove. Olivia landed on her knees, her hair coming undone on her way down to the floor. She quickly scrambled back up and bolted for the hallway, praying she'd reach the front door before any of them did, but in her blind panic, she wasn't looking where she was going and tripped over her own feet. Landing herself right in the doorway that led to the kitchen. It was Austin who crouched down next to her and turned her around to face him.

"You're so right Liv. Fresh meat should be prepared in the kitchen."

He grabbed her by her blouse, intentionally tearing it open, buttons flying in all directions. Uncontrollable tears streamed down Olivia's face. "Let go of me," she gritted through her teeth.

Austin gave her no reply, he simply hoisted her up, only further ripping the fabric of her shirt and threw her with great force right into the dining table. A roaring laughter sounded throughout the house. Cheers from the twins, encouraging Austin to 'really lay into her'.

As Oliva's hips crashed into the edge of the table, flinging her torso forward from the impact, she felt very aware of which position she found herself in. However, before she could recover, she sensed a presence behind her. Austin brushed up close to her. He pressed his hips into hers and bent over to whisper in her ear.

"Bet you've wanted me to do that to you for a long time."

Olivia made an attempt to strike at him with her right hand, but he swiftly caught her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. He took half a step away from her to admire her body and the way it presented itself to him. Then he closed the distance between them completely, letting his hand caress her left thigh. Liv gasped, she tried to wriggle free, but that only seemed to egg him on even more.

"I like the way your body moves Liv," he said slowly.

Olivia had to swallow hard to keep herself from throwing up. Still not ready to give up, she attempted to reach over and pull away the exploring hand, but it was useless. He took her wrist and joined it with the other one on her back. She was trapped.

"Please.. the game is over, please just let me go now," she pleaded, silencing all her pride. Her legs were shaking and if it weren't for the table supporting her, they would have given out from underneath her.

Austin was enjoying the power he had over her. He had noticed, whenever he visited, the absolute terror on her face as soon as Peter came close to her. What exactly his friend had done to her to make her fear him so much, he didn't know, but he longed to control someone like that. And now he did.

He entangled his fingers in her hair and made a fist, pulling her head to the side so that he could look into her eyes.

"The game ends when I say it ends."

"Doesn't it usually end when Peter says so?" she choked out.

Unwise as it may have been, Olivia just couldn't resist that little dig. He felt powerful sure, but he would always play second fiddle to Peter Pan and he knew it.

Austin increased the pressure on her wrists, trying to keep his cool, but failing miserably. How dare she undermine him. Suddenly he growled in frustration and slammed her head down onto the table releasing her hair. Olivia let out a pained moan. She felt a drop of blood trickle down her face and almost into her eye if her eyebrow hadn't stopped it in its tracks. Her head was pounding now, feeling like something was drilling a hole on the inside of her skull. She almost passed out when Austin hurled her upwards, the sensation of the movement making her dizzy. He snaked his hand back to her thigh and moved it to the front and then the inside of her leg. Liv held her breath and shut her eyes tightly waiting for the inevitable.

But it never came. Austin's hand froze in place. Seconds seemed to last for hours in that moment and when she finally dared to look around the room, her heart skipped a beat at the sight before her. It was Peter.

Liv stood absolutely stunned. Was she supposed to feel relieved or scared? Would he end this? Would he rescue her? Or was he really the monster she always thought him to be?

His expression was unreadable, as always.

"What's this?"

The boys stood, like little school children caught breaking the rules by their teacher. As unsure as Olivia of their leader's feelings about the situation, they remained silent. The tension was palpable.

Austin, however, eager to prove to this worthless maid and his friends that he in fact was not inferior to Peter, spoke up.

"We were just playing a game of hide and seek. Olivia here... lost."

Pan locked eyes with Liv. He walked over to her and when he came to a halt in front of her, he examined her face. What he saw there was beautiful. The messed up hair, the tears on her cheeks, the blood on her forehead. The agony. Such a shame. A shame that he hadn't put her in this state himself. Still. Her misery pleased him, regardless of the cause.

"Is that true?"

Olivia looked down.

"Greene..." he urged her to answer him.

"Y-yes, but I-"

"Well then. You know the rules Greene, the winner gets to take any prize he wishes to claim. You don't want to break the rules now do you?"

"But-!" she started, immediately stopping when Pan shot her a deadly look.

"Do you?" he drawled out dangerously.

"No," she all but whispered.

"Good girl. Just return her to me in one piece, yes boys?!"

Pan retreated up the stairs and as the door to his room closed, the boys closed in on Olivia.

Additonal A/N: For those of you waiting, I know it's taking me some time, but you will be seeing Hook soon as well. I'm just focusing on setting up Pan, Tink and Rumple's stories first.