Chapter 2: Bipolar Demon

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

A luscious green canopy was letting the sunlight pour through the leaves in a greenish light as she walked silently through the forest.

She could hear the birds chirping their melodies 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 was fresh, you could 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 nor 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 the fallen 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 narrow little path overgrown with roses.

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

Small little statuettes were 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...It was the only thing she had left of her late parents.

She was half hoping that they were inside, waiting to greet her with warm welcome hugs. Her father would be sitting beside the oak table, reading some old and dusty book that he borrowed from the library while the scent of her mother's cooking filled the air.

But as she almost hesitantly opened the wooden door, and took one step inside, the floor board creaked as an unfamiliar sight greeted her. It was nothing too extraordinary, but she noticed it hadn't been there that morning before she went to see her parent's grave .

On the table she could see a small piece of parchment. Hesitantly, she walked towards it, and read the neat black writing. "Curiosity." She read aloud, turning the paper over in her hands. "Killed them."

Her heart pounded slightly and then she frowned. Was this some kind of joke? She sighed, putting the parchment back where she'd found it.

Walking in her small but cosy room she found another one. There was nothing written on the front, so Lily took a deep breath, turning it over. "I always get what I want." She heard the door shut behind her and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and that's where she saw him.

"Hello, Lily." His voice alone sent shivers down her back.

Her heart beat started to accelerate. "W-who are you?" She asked, taking in his appearance.

The first thing she noticed was his sinister grin. It was the same kind of smile a wolf would give a lamb before he pounced and bit out the poor creature's throat.

The greenish blue of his taunting eyes stared at her with lust, causing her to look away.

Only his hair seemed normal, short and light brown and even a little bit fluffy, there was nothing threatening about that.

But the boy alone was threatening.

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

But what frightened Lily more than anything was the way he spoke to her. "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'd forget where they came from.

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

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 demonic 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 small bed, she tripped and fell on to it.

Sitting beside her, Peter placed a hand on her thigh, his touch scaring her as he moved slowly upwards. "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 brave little daughter to rescue them, but she wasn't there. Were you?" He sneered.

"You... You... Y-you did th-this?" She stuttered, backing away from him as more tears flowed down her face.

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

As swiftly as she could she darted towards the front door, only to be roughly shoved back inside by Pan.

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

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

She stumbled back as he shoved her. She gave him a cold but weary stare, but obeyed as she sat on the bed. "How?" She asked again.

"How what?" He snapped.

"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. She wasn't sure what she preferred: his malicious grins or that angry stare that seemed to pierce through her skin.

"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, biting back a sob.

Peter sat beside her again. "You, of course."

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 of 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 from me?" Lily squeaked, all her bravery too afraid to resurface.

"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 her room 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.

His eyes darkened. "I always get what I want." He growled.

"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 off 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 bipolar little child, spoilt rotten." She hissed.

Peter smirked at her mockingly, her words having no effect on him whatsoever. "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?" He asked. "Either way I'm taking you with me."

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

"Neverland." It should have been obvious, but for a moment she'd forgotten that the bipolar demon she was talking to was Peter Pan.

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

She stood up and backed as far away from him as possible, but before she new what was happening she was trapped in between him and the wall, his arms either side of 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, pirate."

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