Chapter 3: The Stranger in Neverland

As Lily started to regain consciousness, she slowly started to open her eyes, her eyelids flickering as shapes and colours blurred all around her. For a moment she thought she saw something move beside her.

She jolted up, her eyes filled with terror when she noticed her unfamiliar surroundings, memories of what happened before she passed out racing through her pinched herself to try and reassure herself that it was only a dream, but it didn't work.

Suddenly, she felt the bed move and it startled her. So she went back under the covers, as if to hie herself. Her stomach churned, expecting it to be Pan at first, but when she finally got a glimpse of him, through the gap she made with the duvet, she was somewhat relieved, but yet at the same time even more afraid.

A strange feeling appeared in the pit of her stomach, like when you're swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water is much deeper than you thought and there's nothing there to keep you from sinking.

She felt as if she was drowning in his greyish blue eyes, and she knew just by looking into them that she was not going to be saved.

The first thing she saw as he slowly removed the covers from her face was the large scar on the his face, then his messy light blond hair.

He honestly looked like he wanted to murder her. "About bloody time!" He exclaimed as though he'd been waiting for hours by her side, watching her sleep. "How'd you sleep, girl?" He asked her mockingly.

Lily closed her eyes and groaned slightly, knowing that she wasn't in for an enjoyable conversation with this stranger.

So, just to spite him, she didn't say a word. 'Never talk to strangers.' Her mother would always tell her. He soon gathered that she wasn't going to reply, so he merely stayed seated on the bed she was laying on, the bottom of his back almost touching her hip through the blanket.

His constant smirk told her that Peter had won. "Welcome home." He chuckled.

Her eyes widened at his comment. "H-home?" Her mother's rule had just been forgotten, she couldn't stay mute forever and besides, she wanted answers. "Where... Where am I?" She knew already, of course... but she refused to believe it.

"Where do you think?" He sneered. "Neverland, of course."

Lily bit her lip, so hard she almost started to draw blood. "No... No... This can't be happening. Please! T-take me home!"

He laughed at her reaction. "You're here because Pan wants you." He sneered. "If he wants you, he gets you. Simple as that. You're not going anywhere."

Lily glared at him then abruptly turned away from him, facing the other side of the room like a child not getting their way.

She hadn't noticed before, but it was as though she was inside a large tree. The room itself was round, and most of the furniture was made of a dark kind of wood.

There was one widow, it was rather wide, but the thick vines from the outside would make it impossible for her to escape. There was one thick and sturdy looking door, as though it had simply been carved out of the tree. For a moment she wondered if it was even possible to open.

The boy watched her look around for a few minutes, letting it all sink in. "This is where you'll be staying." He told her.

Lily shook her head. "I-I don't want to stay here... I want to go home." She still didn't look at him.

He scoffed. "You're never going home-"

"But I- if Pan... If I could... If-If he's feeling... I don't know... Generous?.. I-I could..." She stuttered, making her feel all the more lost and pathetic.

The stranger scoffed. "Pan is never generous." He replied, as though he was speaking from experience. "And believe me, he get's very... How can I put it...?" He paused, as though he was thinking for the perfect word. "intense when someone wants to leave."

Lily let out a growl of frustration before pulling the cover over her head once more, blocking the boy from view.

He didn't stop her. "I'm Felix by the way." He introduced himself. "... I'd better tell Pan you're awake." He added under his breath.

She could have sworn her heart had momentarily stopped beating. "No! Don't!" She hid further under the duvet, as though it would protect her.

But Felix ignored her plea as he headed for the so called door the other side of the room.

Peter grinned at his second in command as he stood outside. "How is she?" He asked, quietly so she wouldn't hear them.

"Well... I don't think she likes me." Felix smirked, stating the obvious. "She's not exactly happy to be here."

Peter grinned. "Given her lineage I'd expect nothing less."

Felix frowned in thought for a moment. "She doesn't even know who her real parents are." Peter closed the door quickly while Felix spoke.

"When she finds out who they are, I don't want it to be from you." His tone was dark. "Keep your mouth shut and do not speak about them while she's around."

Felix nodded, slightly worried of what Pan would do if he disobeyed him. But as usual the bipolar's good mood returned in a flash. "When her father finds out where she is, though, It'll be fun trying to see him get her back. A little distraction to get them away from the boy."

Peter was silent for a second, giving Felix time to speak. "I feel that we're losing him. He doesn't trust you."

"He just requires some effort, and I'm sure we can get our new little friend to provide it" Peter stated. "As for Lily's father, I'm sure Snow won't keep it hidden from him."

Felix tilted his head in confusion. "You're going to tell her?"

"You'll find out soon enough, Felix. But now I need you to go back to camp and make sure Henry is still asleep, we don't want him wandering off, just yet."

And with that said, Felix left, leaving Peter outside of the tree house.

Lily curled up under the covers, holding her knees as close to her chest as possible, as if she was trying to make herself look smaller.

Tears were pouring down her cheeks like rain in a storm , her crying eyes glistening like morning frost.

'Stop crying!' She begged herself. 'You're stronger than this!'

She was, or at least she used to be when she knew what she had to do. If she truly was on Neverland than her chances of escaping it were very slim.

She heard the door open with a quiet creak, and froze... Felix hadn't been that quiet.

Though she couldn't see, Lily could hear the slow rhythm of her captor's boots as they beat against the wooden ground.

When they stopped, she started shaking with fear.

The covers were pulled off her roughly, making her gasp in shock. Peter stood before her grinning widely as he slowly brushed a strand of her mahogany locks from her face.

She pushed his hand away out of instinct but that had proven to be a mistake.

He cupped her chin in his firm grip and forced her to look into his demonic eyes. "Don't you like it when I touch you, Lily?" He whispered huskily.

Lily glared at him, repulsed that he would even say such a thing. "No." She spat, attempting once more to put on a brave face. "Leave me alone!"

Peter grinned."Feisty little thing, aren't you?" He sounded delighted, which only seemed to put her more on edge.

She ignored his comment. "Why'd you bring me here?" She demanded.

"We've already been through this, Lily..." She gasped in shook as he appeared on top of her, his arms caging her in. "You know exactly what I want."

She couldn't help but notice his eyes flicker to her chest. "Y-you can't be serious..." She started. "P-please... I-"

Peter put a hand over her mouth as he bent down, so his eyes were staring directly into hers. "I always get my way, Lily. You can beg all you want... But you can't stop me."

Her eyes widened and yet again, her instincts took the best of her and she bit his hand.

Peter recoiled and almost admired the slightly bloody teeth shaped mark on his hand. "Now, there'll be none of that!"

Before she could comprehend what was happening, Pan swung his arm back and brought it forward in one swift motion, slapping her across the face, the sound echoing in her ears. "However." He moved his lips towards her ear. "I do like to play rough."

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