A/N: So sorry about the long wait to update. I'm trying so hard to get this story just right with all of the plot lines and characters, so please bear with me.
I could really use a beta, so if anyone would like to be that person, just let me know!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Twilight or Neverland. I only own this story and my own characters.
Previously on Neverland:
"Now, would it be alright if I ask you how you came here to Neverland?"
"It's quite a long story."
"That's alright. We have an unlimited amount of time."
"This is true." I sighed. "Alright. But, I must warn you that I don't necessarily know everything that happened. It's all fuzzy at times."
"That is fine."
Taking a deep breath, I sat down on the floor, noticing that Pallaton followed me down still holding my hands. I was ready to tell what I could remember.
"Well, it was, I believe, a little over a week ago…" As I began my story, I could hear Old Quil translating to Chief Black and Pallaton.
While I talked, memories started shooting towards me.
Flashback*
It was finally Friday! I could finally sleep over at Nina's house!
FINALLY!
I started jumping up and down when the last bell rang. I rushed home, getting all of my chores of cleaning and cooking up dinner, because both of my parents were working late.
I had gotten my bag packed and set off to leave when I saw it was dark outside.
I quickly locked up, making sure nothing was out of place, and started my trek to Nina's house. It's not that far of a walk, just a little ways across the reservation.
I had my headphones in, like always, and just kept looking forward. Having an uneasy feeling inside, I began to walk faster.
As soon as I could see her house, I let out a breath of relief. Jogging, I almost made it to the house, when I was grabbed from behind.
An ice-cold hand covered my mouth concealing my screams. I tried to fight back, but the grip was too strong. Eerie laughter reached my ears as I continued to struggle, and then I saw the most terrifying thing before I passed out… blood red eyes staring directly into mine.
When I woke up, I was in a dark room, with a little lamp at the opposite wall. I tried to raise my hand to my face, but there was a resistance. Turning my head, I looked over to see my hands handcuffed and chained to the cot I was lying in. I looked at my right arm to see it was strapped in even tighter. I started to panic even more, and started screaming for help.
The same eerie laughter filled the room, and I froze in panic.
I stayed completely still, my body not willing to move.
I was terrified.
A man walked over to me, dressed in hospital scrubs, turning on a light right above me. His light blond hair shined in the light as he put on his surgical mask and gloves. His red eyes reinforced my fear as his gaze washed over me. He moved the cot I was laying in so that my body was lying more vertically.
He didn't say a word, just worked the IV drip, and got an empty bag set up, hooking it up to next to the liquid drip. He wrapped up my arm tightly, making the artery large enough to put the needle in. I felt this sharp pinch as the needle penetrated my skin.
Looking up at the man, I noticed that his eyes became darker, as if his pupils extended. He looked… hungry…
I shuddered as that thought passed me.
He taped the needle to my body, making sure it didn't move.
"Here." I was in awe at his voice. It made me feel a bit dizzy, like I was being hypnotized. I grabbed onto the object, moving it around in my fingers. It felt rubbery, like a rubber ball.
"Squeeze that every so often. Makes the blood flow easier."
I swallowed deeply, and did as he asked, not making a noise.
After a couple minutes, he removed the needle from my arm, stopping the blood flow with a bandage. My body felt woozy, as if I was twirled in one of those office chairs by an asshole with too much muscle.
The man moved the cot back in it's prone position, and I became lightheaded at the movement.
I was given a little hot broth to drink slowly, certainly not the correct amount that is usually given at the hospital, but then I was left alone in the dark, as he turned that overhead light off.
I began to cry once again.
End Flashback*
"That was the moment I realized that I would never see my family again. Those people gave no explanations for why they took me, and gave me no hope of ever leaving. That wasn't the only time they took blood from me. I don't know how much they took, but I am really weak now because of it. I got maybe one meal a day. They didn't really care for me."
I started to cry again, feeling hopeless.
Strong, hot arms wrapped around me, and I was pulled into a hard chest. Large hands flitted all over my body, as if trying to soothe me. I heard a lupine whine, and someone's face was nuzzling against my hair.
For some reason, I felt… safe…
I felt calm…
My body wanted me to feel happy…
But how could I feel happy? How, when everything around me was failing?
I looked up into the eyes of Pallaton. His hand cupped my face, wiping away my tears.
My hand grabbed at his wrist, the other resting on his chest, and I just looked at him.
He smiled again, making me almost choke up at the emotions in his eyes. The way he looked at me made me so confused. It was like I was the center of his universe.
I could hear Old Quil and Chief Bilagaana talking to each other next to us, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Pallaton.
He consumed my whole being.
Holy shit.
How long have I known this man?
It's been like an hour? Maybe an hour and a half since I woke up?
How could I feel this deeply about anyone?
Pallaton's hand moved from my cheek to the back of my neck. He leaned in to me, and I closed my eyes, my breath catching in my throat and my heart almost stopping.
'Is he going to kiss me? Oh god.'
His nose skimmed along the skin of my cheeks, moving down as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. I sighed, my hands finding their way into his hair, just lightly scratching, on their own.
This felt so right.
Why does this feel so perfect? Like it's supposed to happen?
As his lips grazed the skin on my neck, I felt myself losing all care. All thoughts flew out of my head. My fingers tightened their hold in his hair.
I felt myself heating up, and I couldn't catch my breath. Never before have I ever felt this.
Hearing a loud chuckle, I was suddenly brought back to my senses. I let out a tiny shriek and tried to detangle myself from him.
His arms loosened their hold on me, only to completely let go of me when Pallaton got, what seemed like, a verbal bashing from Old Quil. Chief Black just sat there laughing.
Feeling my face heat up, I knew I was blushing. I was mortified at my behavior with a man I had just met, in front of these two respectable men.
My heart began to slow down, and I bowed my head slightly in shame.
I don't want them to think any less of me.
"My dear, don't worry about it. You were just being overwhelmed by this young fool." He slapped Pallaton on the back of the head once again, and I giggled slightly. Pallaton stopped his growling at the sound of my laughter. He closed his eyes, leaning slightly towards me, a look of awe on his face.
I smiled through my confusion.
Looking over at Old Quil, I opened my mouth, trying to get the courage to speak, when my stomach let out this huge gargling noise.
I blushed so badly, so embarrassed that they heard that noise come out of me.
"Come, little one. Eat. You must be very hungry. We will talk more tomorrow."
I was helped up by Pallaton, and I had to use him as a slight crutch. My body was so sore and tired after everything that has happened.
There was a bunch of logs surrounding a fire, and I was lifted up and set on one next to Old Quil. Pallaton sat next to me, and I saw the Chief rested next to Old Quil. I was handed some meat to cook on a stick.
As it got darker out, it got colder. Pallaton, seeing me shiver, wrapped an arm around me. I looked at him, grateful for the heat, and snuggled closer. He made sure to help me cook the meat.
This language barrier cannot be so bad as it seems, right? I could teach him English, and he, along with anyone else, could teach me Quileute.
Shaking my head, I reprimanded myself for thinking of some sort of future with this man.
I needed to talk to Old Quil about this. I need to know the truth.
I ate, Pallaton making sure I had my fill. I smiled as he fussed over me.
I watched as the tribe interacted, singing, dancing. The little kids were dancing around, playing. There were fireflies lighting up the night sky, the fire making a glow on the people's skin.
My eyes were slowly closing as I was fighting sleep. I vaguely registered being moved onto a warm lap, a light blanked covering my body and warm arms holding me tightly as I was rocked back and forth.
I fell asleep, feeling so at peace, so loved, so protected.
I woke up alone in the same cot from the day before. My clothes were the same as before, and I realized that I needed to find some pants to wear. I dreaded the thought of having to wear dresses every day.
After making up the cot, I stood up and walked over to the doorway. Pulling aside the blanket covering, I carefully stepped outside, only to meet a very large gray wolf.
This thing is HUGE! Easily towering over my short frame. He seemed to be the size of a house. I stood completely frozen in place as he circled me, snuffling at my body.
When he was done his inspection, he laid down in front of me, rolling his tongue out of his mouth. I smiled at the playfulness of this wolf. This was never heard of back home. There we were always told that wolves were very dangerous. And those ones aren't even a third of the size of this one.
Must be something in the air here.
I slowly reached my hand out, and the wolf licked my palm. I squeaked at the heated wetness of his tongue, but continued my way to pet his very large head.
The wolf nuzzled his face into my hand, and I felt serene. My body moved on it's own and I was suddenly standing next to him, rubbing my face against his head.
I felt his body vibrate and heard loud purrs coming from him.
He grabbed on the dress I was wearing, tugging me down. I laid down, and he curled his body around mine, his large head resting against mine.
I don't know how long we laid there like that, but I knew that I was safe. Somehow, I knew that he could never hurt me. I felt the most protected I've ever felt, just like when I'm with Pallaton.
I jumped with a start, shrieking when I heard a throat clear. The wolf jumped up, snarling, his stance taken a defensive pose above me, ready for attack.
There was Bilagaana and a young woman whom I had yet to meet. She did not look too happy to see me.
"Hello." I didn't know how to handle this woman, so I stayed timid.
"How was sleep?"
"Good, thank you." I watched, confused as Chief Bilagaana smacked the large wolf on the head with a stick, and, I guess, shouted at him.
The wolf moved from above me, only to look at me and huff and whine.
I reached up, feeling the need to comfort the enormous beast, and giggled at the purrs that I heard. I once again, rubbed my head against his, and sighed into his fur.
He backed up and licked my face, causing me to laugh really hard. The wolf sniffed at my neck once more before backing away from me.
I frowned at the sadness I felt when he was gone, it felt so familiar.
There was a rustling noise in the tree ahead of me, and I squeaked and ran behind the woman and the Chief.
The woman grabbed my arms and pushed me out in front of her, shoving me a bit. I screamed as I went down, but was caught before I could hit the ground.
Pallaton to the rescue.
How did he know I was in trouble?
This is getting really freaky.
Lifting me up into his arms, he walked over to the girl, and growled in her face. A look of fear took over her features before she schooled them into a widely known look of boredom. They began speaking very fast and then the girl looked at me, sneered, and then stormed away.
What the?
What did I do?
Pallaton stopped his shaking and looked to me, smiling. He carried me over to eat something before taking my hand and leading me over to Old Quil's cabin.
I tried getting a better look around the cabin. There looked to be incense filling the room I was in. Candles were carefully placed around in order to light up the room, and different drawings were nailed into the walls.
I smiled at the simplicity of it all. There wasn't a huge TV or any computers or even just an electric lamp around. Why would there be any of these things? It's not like they are needed, and, while I would miss the shows that I would watch regularly, I didn't want to need any of it. Shockingly, I am okay without a cell phone. 'What would my friends back at home think of that?' Feeling a pang of sadness at that thought, I decided to move on to a different subject.
Feeling a tug on my hand, I looked to see Pallaton wanting to pull me in the direction of Old Quil. We sat down in front of him, and he smiled at our conjoined hands.
"How was your sleep?"
"It was okay. I was comfortable, thank you."
"That was all Pallaton, my dear. I did nothing."
"Oh." I turned to the great warrior, and smiled at him. "Thank you."
Old Quil translated, and Pallaton got the cutest look on his face. He was immediately shy and looked down at the ground. His raven locks covered his face, and my hand went to push them out of the way. The skin on his cheeks darkened, and I giggled. The cutest face ever.
He gave me a sheepish smile and lifted the hand he was holding to rub it against his face. His nose skimmed along my wrist, and I felt my heart rate quicken at the touch.
Giving him one last smile, I looked over to Old Quil. "Should we continue the story?"
"Of course. Whenever you are ready."
"Okay." I took a deep breath. "Well, the doctor, as I began to refer to him, took transfusions of my blood almost every day. And every day, he would take less and less. I was so weak, that he had to send someone else to come help me do things including feeding me, because I couldn't even do that by myself.
Flashback*
"What? The spoon is too heavy for you?" The doctor screamed at me, his red eyes becoming darker and darker by the second, his pupils enlarging.
I tried moving my mouth, but I was just too weak.
The doctor let out a large hiss and left the room. A few minutes later, he returned.
"It seems you are too weak to handle all of this blood loss. So, my son will be helping you to do everything. Understand?" I nodded faintly. He huffed. "Stupid humans." He walked out of the room.
A couple minutes later, the door opened, and in walked this giant. I was instantly terrified, and I scrambled closer to the wall that I was chained to.
He put down the tray he was carrying, and cautiously made his way towards me, his hands raised in the air as if portraying surrender. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
He got closer and I finally got to see him in the light. His eyes were the same blood red that the doctor had, but these were different. They were kind, playful. I had a feeling that I could trust him. And I was so desperate for someone to trust. I would soon learn that his name was Emmett.
I let him help me in any way that he could. Emmett was very nice. He kept me company in my loneliness. His visits were kept very short, as the doctor or his wife would come get him as soon as he was done with the task at hand. He wasn't allowed to joke around or play around with me, as I was there as a prisoner, but he made the times that he was around a lot easier for me.
Every day he would help me grow my strength by feeding me properly, stretching my limbs out, so that they weren't completely useless.
A couple days passed before he would unchain me, telling me to run as fast as I could and that he would be there to protect me while I escaped.
End Flashback*
"So, there it is. My story. I ran away to here. I don't know how he kept me safe, but I am forever grateful of him. I owe him my life. Without Emmett, I don't know if I would even be alive right now. He is my savior."
Old Quil finished his translations, looking grim. Pallaton, on the other hand, looked furious. The menacing look on his face terrified me, and the harsh tone to his speech made me cringe.
He stood up, dropping my hand in the process, only to storm out of the cabin. A loud roar was to be heard.
Looking at the medicine man, I was confused. "What just happened?"
"That young man takes everything to heart. My dear he's just upset with your story, and is a little jealous. Nothing to be worried about."
"Jealous? What does he have to be jealous over?"
"I believe he would like to be the one you call your savior."
"What? Why?"
"You don't know all of our stories. I think that it's time that you learned them."
Thank you once again to those who have followed/favorited/reviewed this story so far. I am trying to get this story right, so I won't be updating as often as I would like. I apologize for that. Until next time
~ Ariya-angels