The Shadow's Keeper ~OUAT Peter Panfiction (Book 2)

The Beguiler

 Pan landed right in front of the two wanderers, startling them. Benjamin's eyes popped wide and Anwen's breath hitched. She yanked the lost boy behind her and opened her mouth to explain. Pan used his magic to steal her voice. "For a minute there, I actually thought I saw my precious little Anna in the arms of an old, distrustful friend of mine," he spoke coolly, regarding Anwen with hateful eyes. 

          "Pan," Benjamin choked out. 

          Peter laughed out loudly, amused by the lost boy's growing stench of fear. "You're a persistent little thing, aren't you?" He spat bitterly, grinning. 

          Anwen's eyes were helplessly boring into Pan's when he looked over. She couldn't speak, she was stuck, frozen. She couldn't do a thing, her thoughts were  spinning. Her countenance pleading, she mouth the word 'please'. Pan studied her in Anne's paralyzed form, quietly roused. Something staring at her gave him pleasure, despite her strikingly familiarity to the real Anne.

          "What happened?" Benjamin breathed, tightening his grip on Anwen's hand. 

          Peter only glared at him in pure hatred. His jaw clenched and he tore Anwen out of his grip. With a swift hand movement, he delivered Anwen's will to speak. 

          "Don't hurt him!" She cried. "I'm begging you! Just take me, take me and go!" 

           Peter studied her features with a mysterious contentment, his brows softly furrowing. "What are you willing to do for me to spare his life?" 

           Anwen expressed a sudden puzzlement, unintentionally clearing what looked to be Pan's daydream. His features hardened once more and bared his teeth, "never mind." He pushed her away and snatched back his lost boy, making her breath hitch. His gaze blackened. "You're a dead son of a bitch," he threatened. 

        The real Anne watched from behind her barrier, nervously peeling bits of the tree bark off the trunk she had wrapped her trembling hands around. She picked them off with her thumb and watched them fall. She couldn't make out Peter's words, neither the others. But she recognized the scared little lost boy in Peter's grip and debated with half of her entire being.

         The leaves that had previously obscured her vision had been ripped off. What did Peter have planned to do? His emotions, no longer veneered, he was less than the beguiling person he was supposed to be, with that, perhaps vulnerable...Anne feared. In spite of what she was ordered to do, she began making her way down the pine tree she was left in.

          Anwen had no control over her precious lost boy while he was captured by Pan, she knew that, and she knew she had made a big mistake. Pan then shoved a hand into Benjamin's chest, paralyzing him as Peter ripped back out a glowing, excessively pulsing heart. Thundering in Peter's tight grip, the organ began to become handicapped. 

          Anwen's chest began to heave in wild alarm and her vision was clouding. Benjamin's figure becoming inert, he sank to his knees, and when everyone was convinced he'd die, a screaming Anne came running from her tree toward the direction Henry's saviors had previously gone, arms flailing. 

          Pan's eyes shot over in alarm and his focus reverted toward his lost girl. In a bolt of lightening, he was chasing after her. She kept running, screaming her head off when Peter had hooked a strong arm around her waist, snatching her back. 

          Her screaming muffled with Peter's warm, calloused hand, Anne felt Pan clumsily pull them backwards and he unintentionally fell back into a bush. His forearm secured around her ribs by then, Anne's excessive breathing became restrained. She stopped screaming, forcing Pan's hand off her mouth. Feeling his heart hammering into her back, she flicked some loose strands of hair out of her eyes and panted with relief. 

          She had been captured, her diversion worked and she had saved Benjamin's life. Panting over her shoulder, Peter took his free hand and moved her bright hair over her opposite shoulder. Pushing up and under her breasts with his veining forearm, he pulled her body up to bring his breathy lips to her ear. "You want to play escape artist, I'll play your presenter, and do you know what that means, my little Anna?" 

          She had fallen against him, far too breathless to find her words. Peter's hot breath repeatedly falling over her bare neck, Anne shivered with a quiet pleasure. Her eyes fluttered closed.

          "It means," he began, grazing the wild pulse beneath her ear with his soft lips, "you're going to be presented." He paused, materializing Benjamin's heart back into his hand. "Let's see if you can escape." 

          When Anne heard a thumping organ hover over her eyes, they opened and she became paralyzed. "What...what do you mean?" It was Benjamin's heart, the heart she had just thought she saved.

          Peter snickered, calmly lifting his chest into her back. "You're going to crush it for me."

          Anne's throat dried and she tried to get up from the ground. Pan's forearm tightened, keeping her in place. "Do we understand each other?" He breathed into the nape of her neck, beguiling her thoughts with a lustful kiss to her skin. Of course, he hadn't lost his charm because of exposed emotions, Anne no longer feared for something so pitifully small. Now, she had a greater fear, she'd have to crush Benjamin's heart. 

          She quivered, weakening into his soft little doll. Her mind helplessly clouding, she struggled cursing to herself for her once prideful diversion that eventually trapped her. And she wanted to kick herself, except she couldn't. She breathed, "yes, yes I'll crush his heart."