The Angel and the Demon {Peter Pan/Robbie Kay} Fanfic

Chapter 3- Curiosity and the Cat

"I have barely a clue where I am-"

"You're on Neverland, love!" he interrupted with a laugh.

"I'm aware. You did not allow me to finish!" I snapped. Oh dear, bad mistake.

My head snapped to the side from the impact of his hand to my cheek. I sucked in a sharp breath but tried to not let it faze me too much. "Rule one: You never talk to me with such a tone. The consequences will be much worse the next time."

"I apologize," I say after taking a moment to breathe and sense his vibrations through the wooden boards. He was much more powerful than I had first sensed, I did not want to experience it first hand.

"You will learn to watch your mouth. You will also learn to fight, if you intend to stay. Just because you are female, does not mean you will be treated any different than my boys. Am I understood?" He continued to stand in front of me with his arms crossed and eyes boring into mine, demanding an answer.

"Yes," I told him, my nerves were worse than before. My hands were trembling despite my attempt to stop them and my face stung, but I refused to cry or show I was weak. That was why the boys had lasted so long, they refused to show weakness. Survival of the fittest. "I still intend on staying."

"You begin training tomorrow," he says, the intensity of his words before had diminished.

I assumed that was my cue to leave and turned to make my way back down the ladder, I was wrong again.

"Don't leave yet. I have questions for you," he said simply. "Come sit."

I followed him to the far corner of the hut where moss and vines had been grown as substitute for a rug. He took a seat cross legged and motioned for me to sit across from him. Not wanting roger myself into any more trouble, I took a seat, crossing my legs and fixing the knee-length skirt and cloak to cover my legs.

"Eleanor, you are aware of who I am, correct?"

"Notorious Peter Pan of Neverland," I told him, calming myself as I felt the steady pulse of the living moss.

He cocked an eyebrow in a questioning manner, smirked, and shifted to get comfortable. "And you are?"

"Eleanor of the Terram Regnum in the Enchanted Forest."

"The Ground Kingdom. Interesting. Then you must know that a number of your people have magic, am I wrong?" I know where this is going.

"No, you are correct," I intended on stopping there, but my mouth kept talking. "A select few are born with the magic of the Terram Caelites, better know to the other kingdoms as the Terram Raiders."

"Do you know anyone with the magic of the Caelites, love?" Peter's smirk grew, knowing he managed to get me to talk.

I willed myself to say no, but it was absolutely no use. "I, myself, was blessed with the powers. I am-" I slapped a hand over my mouth, refusing to allow myself to say anything more.

He reached over, placing a firm hand over my wrist and attempted to pry my hand off of my face. He glared into my eyes, but I managed to hold my ground fairly well. "What else do you have to say, Eleanor?" He demanded through gritted teeth, his eyes swirling with aggravation.

I really struggled against his grip on my arm and threw my other hand up to keep my mouth covered.

"Eleanor. Move. Your. Hands." I rapidly shook my head and leaned back in my effort to get away. I fell onto my back with a loud thump, bring Peter with me.

"No!" I mumbled from behind my hands. I glared into his green eyes that were filled with anger and frustration. I could tell that he wasn't expecting me to hold him off or disrespect him in such a way.

"Eleanor, you are defying me! You have no idea what I can do to you!" I let him pull my hands off my mouth and pin them to the floor boards on either side of my head, but I did not intend on telling him anymore of what he wanted to know.

"You have no idea what I can do." I retorted, he lifted an eyebrow in response, seemingly surprised.

"Is that a threat?" He scoffed as his smirk grew on his face.

"If it was?" I retorted, trying to not let his torment get to me. I knew what I had to do, and I was close enough to living fauna as I could get. I opened my hand and very slowly curled my fingers in towards my palm, urging the moss and vines to grow and entangle themselves around Peter's body.

"Consequences, love." He sneered mischievously, unaware of the slow traveling vines. As soon as they grew close I balled my hand into a fist and they wrapped and tugged backwards, pulling him off of me. He grunted as he was tied tight against the floor, probably in shock

I hurriedly stood up and walked over to where he lay pinned. His eyes burned with anger as I looked down at him. I was expecting him to vocalize his discontent, but he did not open his mouth to speak. Leaning down, I smirked and whispered in his ear, "Numquam pulmentum cum angelus in terram."*

Curiosity killed the cat.

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A/N

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***Rough Translation (Latin): "Never anger an angel of the ground"
Disclaimer- I do not speak or know Latin, I used a translation site and went with it.

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