Chapter 2: The Monster

Later that day, Lily was on her own again, making her way back to what she called home.

A luscious green canopy letting the sunlight pour through the leaves in a greenish light.

She could hear the happy chirping of birds and the rustling noise of small animals running and frolicking in the bushes.

The ground was covered in daisies and vines that so gently twisted up the trunks of the trees.

The smell is fresh, you can almost taste the sweet scent of the flowers rising in the crisp air.

But the calmness of it all, it was different, it was too quiet.

She didn't know where Alex was or what he was doing, but she had a hunch that he was heading to some rich person's castle with Robin and his gang of merry men.

A small gust of wind whistled, turning leaves of the forest and making her hair fly behind her.

The chirping birds flew anxiously above the tops of the oak trees, she guessed they were heading home too.

As time went by, the setting sun beat down, the day started to turn into night.

The sixteen year old girl could see her little, quaint cottage nestled in the trees of a cute little path overgrown with roses.

She knew it was a little old with worn wooden shutters and a wraparound porch.

Small little statuettes wee hidden near bushes with purple flowers.

Pink, yellow and blue perennials were scattered around the house, making it look younger than it actually was.

It was home, and she was grateful that she had this place, the only thing she had left of her late parents.

The wind made the swing, that her parents had built for Lily on her sixth birthday, sway slightly.

She stared at it and a tear fell down her pale cheek as she made her way up the few steps that led to the front door, then she opened it and the first thing she saw was a letter on the table.

"I always get what I want." Lily blinked. Who had this come from?

She turned the parchment over and found more. "One girl is worth twenty boys."

Then, she frowned. Was this some kind of joke? She sighed, putting the parchment back where she'd found it.

Walking in her room she found another one.

Lily frowned, turning it over. "Turn around." She heard the door shut behind her and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

She did, and that's where she saw him. "Hello, Lily."

Lily froze. "W-who are you?" She asked, taking in his appearance.

The first thing she noticed was his grin. It was terrifying, like that of a murderer.

The bluish gray of his taunting eyes stared at her with lust, sending shivers down her spine.

Only his hair seemed normal, short and light brown, there was nothing threating about that.

But the boy alone was threatening.

He wore a dark green attire, with a leather belt and matching wrist bands.

What frightened Lily more than anything was his voice. "Sorry, did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter. Peter Pan."

She should have known who he was the moment she had laid eyes on him.

Tales had been told that Peter Pan was a monster, living on an Island with boys he'd taken, forcing them to stay until they forget where they came from.

Then, they never want to leave, unknowingly drowning in the dark magic Pan had conjured.

Her heart pounded in her chest, realizing there was no escape. The only way out was blocked by him. "What d-do you want?"

Peter's grin increased, if that was even possible. "Wouldn't you love to know?"

He stepped closer to her. She took a step back, forgetting about her bed, she tripped and fell on it.

Sitting beside her, Peter placed a hand on her thigh, his touch scaring her. "Please leave... M-my parent's just died and... and I-"

"I know." He cut her off.

She pushed his hand off of her, and stood from the bed. "What?"

"I know your parents are dead." He repeated, as, he too, stood up. "They were very loud, didn't you hear them?"

Her stomach churned. "I- I don't..."

"They screamed so loud for their daughter to rescue them, but she was too late. Weren't you?" He sneered.

"You... You... Y-you did th-this?" She stuttered.

Peter smirked. "That I did. Shame you weren't here though, it would've been much more intense." He advanced again, but Lily ran to the door this time and slammed it in his face.

As swiftly as she could she darted though the house only to be roughly shoved back inside by Peter.

She fell on her back and hit the stone floor, hard. "How-?"

Peter grabbed her forearm and dragged her back into the bedroom. "Sit down." He ordered, pushing her forward.

Terrified of the consequences had she refused, Lily sat on the bed, shaking with fear. "How?" She asked again.

"How what?"

"D-did you do that... Y-you were here... and t-then..." She trailed off, as the smirk returned to his face, an eyebrow raised.

"Magic." He stated simply as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, making her feel stupid.

She nodded slowly. "Y-you killed them..." She breathed, remembering their previous conversation.

Peter laughed like the maniac he was. "We've already established that."

"Why?" She whimpered.

Peter sat beside her again. "You."

Her eyes widened. "But I-I didn't d-do anything!" She sobbed.

Chills were sent down her spine as he put his arm around her shoulder. "I know..." He stated. "But your parent's didn't."

"Wha-? What do you mean?" She pushed his arm off her shoulder.

He grinned. "That's not important, but I'd remiss if I didn't point out what is."

He cupped her chin in his hand. "What do you want?" Lily squeaked.

"You're finally asking the right questions." He stated with a mental glint in his eyes as he let go of her chin, brushing her cheek slightly. "I want you, Lily."

Her glassy, wide eyes darted around as if she were searching for a place to hide, but deep down she knew she wouldn't get out of this. "No." She answered.

Pan raised an eyebrow again, and glared at her. "What was that?"

"You can't have me." She stated slowly.

Peter laughed at her comment. "Aren't you forgetting something, darling?" He pulled a paper out of thin air. "I always get what I want." He read. "Don't you know? Peter Pan never fails!"

"There's a first time for everything..." She whispered.

She should have seen it coming, but it had come and gone so quickly.

The sound of his hand slapping her face was like a crack of a whip. She had fallen of the bed and now lay still on the ground like a doll that never got played with.

Though she had the impression that he was already playing with her... With her mind.

"You still don't get it, do you?" He seethed, as he stood from the bed, his eyes staring daggers at her.

Lily whimpered in response as she clutched her cheek.

"When I want something, I get it. No one gets in my way." He knelt down to her level and locked eyes with her.

Lily couldn't help but retort. "It sounds more like you're child, spoilt rotten." She hissed.

Peter grinned. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He stroked her cheek, ignoring her flinch. "Now, are you going to come quietly? Or do I have to drag you?"

Lily's heart started racing. "C-come where?"

"Neverland."

"No! You cant take me there!" She raised her voice slightly, trying to hide the tremble in her voice.

She stood up and backed away from him, but before she new what was happening she was trapped in between him and the wall, his arms either side on her head.

"Willingly or not, darling, it really doesn't matter." He licked his lips. "You will still be mine."

He pressed his lips against hers, much to her surprise.

She just stood their for a second in shock, until she started struggling.

But it was no use. She'd need a miracle to get away from him.

As his hands started to wonder, she could feel the darkness overwhelm her as she blacked out. "See you soon, princess."

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