Chapter Three - Mischievous

I grin. "Ha! Gotcha!" I hold my sword to Felix's chest. I created the sword out of a lone stick. In Neverland, I can change anything into what I want, just by imagining it. Now it's my weapon to use for my training.

Felix smiles. "Nice, Sammie." I let my sword down. That was fun. I never thought I'd actually become a fighter. Now I am. I'm a Lost Girl.

Pan has been watching us the whole time, that infectious grin on his face. He leans against a tree, and stands up, coming over to us. "Nice job, Sammie," he says. "You're getting better."

I blush a little. I can't help it. "Thanks. Can we go to the treehouse again?"

Pan smiles. "Of course. Come on." He takes my hand, leading me into the dark, gloomy forest of Neverland. On the first day, it scared me. But not anymore. It doesn't faze me anymore.

We come to the nice treehouse I now love. It has been a few days since Pan showed it to me. I keep pretending Pan is the Peter Pan I always believed in. He acts nice. I take advantage of it.

But I keep reminding myself who he really is.

Evil.

Dark.

Wicked.

Mischievous.

Before I even start to climb the ladder up, Pan takes my hand and in two seconds we are standing in the treehouse. Pan grins at me.

I laugh. "Whoa. That was cool."

Pan laughs, pulling me onto the bed with him, so my head rests on his chest. Alright then.. I guess we're lying on the bed now.

"Tell me about yourself, darling," Pan whispers in my ear. His voice is like silk. It soothes me somehow. Somehow the word darling always makes me picture Wendy Darling. Funny, since we are in the treehouse made for her.

"Like what?"

"Friends, your life," he says. "Anything."

I think back to my life before Pan took me to this island. I almost forgot about my life. Including my best friend. Oh God, I forgot all about her. "Well, I had this best friend, Sami. Yes, we have the same name. We just spell it differently."

Pan chuckles. "Adorable."

I continue, trying to hide my constant blush. How can one boy be so freaking attractive? "Yeah, well, she always believed in you too. Just, the good version."

"I'm not good?"

"Pan, don't lie. You know you're evil. You abandoned your son to have youth and power over Neverland. I know the stories."

Pan chuckles. "Oh, I don't deny it, darling." His hands wrap around my stomach, his fingers toying with mine. "Continue."

"We always believed, and we made a promise. If one of us went to Neverland, we would take the other too. And now I'm here, and she isn't."

"Maybe she can be here," Pan whispers.

"I would love that.."

"Just be patient, darling..." His words soak into my mind and his warmth numbs me into sleep.