"Anne, please, you don't want to hurt yourself. Now hand over the dagger," Pan spoke carefully as he held out his hand.
"Not until I get some answers!" Anne demanded.
"Don't make me have to ask you twice, Anna, please just give it to me."
"Not a chance! Now tell me, is your real name Malcolm?"
"Malcolm," Pan chuckled.
"Tell me!!" Anne then snapped forcefully. Pan's jaw clenched and he shook slightly with anger. He was stuck, unsure of how to answer her. "Don't be such a coward, fess up!"
"Coward?" Pan finally relaxed and chuckled once more. With what might've been the pulling forth of his dagger, Pan pulled Anne close instead.
Gasping, the little lost girl was tense with fear and fought Pan's arms that had been tightly secured about her. She held the dagger behind her back and his hand wondered down. "Get off of me!" Anne demanded trying to wiggle free.
"Not until I get back what's mine," Pan replied, struggling. Anne continued to move the dagger behind her back when Pan's hands caught her grip. She squeezed tight on to the handle.
"You're not getting it," Anne spoke through clenched teeth.
"Oh really?" Pan smirked as he struggled.
Cleverly just then, he placed his lips against her neck and kissed her skin, lovingly, to weaken her. An instant explosion of butterflies erupting in her stomach, Anne was overwhelmed with chills. She began to not only cling to the dagger, but to her focus now.
He deepened the passion in the movement and pursing of his lips as he trailed kisses down. More passion and Anne weakened even further, her grip loosening. Just then, Pan's teeth slowly closed on the lost girl's most sensitive spot, and her heart rate quickened. Heatedly, her heart pounded against Pan's chest and he grinned. He was getting her, and this, they both knew. Still, she fought, but much weaker now.
Pressing in another kiss with his bite and Anne--finally--completely, faltered. Suppressing a moan, she let go of the dagger and pushed the crazed boy away.
"Filthy cheater," she complained, wiping the essence of Pan's kisses off her sensitive skin. More chills raced down her body when she brushed the marks, and she shivered.
"A cheater?" Pan chuckled. "I only used what I had...it's your fault you couldn't handle it."
In disgust at his ways, Anne rolled her eyes and shook her head in disapproval. "You've got a mark," Pan pointed out and laughed once more, proud of himself.
"You can wipe that smirk off your face, it won't last," Anne covered the mark.
"Doesn't matter, you aren't getting the answers you seek."
"Then I guess I'll just have to keep fighting," Anne replied.
"Not a problem," Pan smirked, "I like you that way," he continued. "Let's make it a game...a puzzle to solve," He grinned.
"Enough games--"
"You'll grow to like my games," Pan told her.
"As long as I'm here?" Anne scoffed, "I can't even grow to trust you. I don't even know who you are," she finished, honestly, or as far as she knew.
"All you have to know is that you are safest with me. I promise that, and I always keep my promises," Pan informed her. "I don't expect you to believe that so soon, but in time, you will," he added. "What's awaiting for you outside these cave walls is nothing but a world of pain."
"So then what? I'm suppose to stay here forever?" Anne protested.
"Not forever. Just until I've gotten things taken care of."
"And you expect me to trust you by this when you won't tell me what's going on?" Anne then asked in disbelief.
"What can I say, I'm a bit frisky," Pan replied, snickering.
"Or crazy," Anne suggested.
"Both," Pan grinned.
Night fell by this point when Pan was headed off to meet Anwen and the others at that special lake.
"He must be distinguished," Anwen told her keeper.
"How can it be done?" Pan asked her then continued with, "he's the most powerful of them all."
"Yes, but not quite the strongest."
Intrigued, Pan listened further. "What if there was a way we could make him disappear..." Anwen started. "The prick of his flesh with your dagger will curse him. He'll start fading to nothingness and your dagger will begin to say who you really are, Pan," Anwen grinned.
"I like it," the keeper mirrored her grin.
"I thought you would."
The two stood in silence a moment. "With this spell," Anwen handed over a tiny, rolled up scroll, "you must say it over Rumple's blood once you've got it, then the curse will start to work," she informed the keeper. Pan understood.
"How are my boys?" He smiled darkly.
"Quite...sharp," Anwen replied, mimicking Pan's smile. Suddenly her features softened. "Might I share my lingering question?" She suddenly asked. "When Anne finds out--"
"She will never find out," forced Pan through clenched teeth.
"Perhaps, perhaps not. Either way, she doesn't belong here. I feel...she'll leave you..."
"You want to say that again so I can kill you?" Pan threatened.
"I'm only saying, you can find someone better, someone more fit to be your queen..."
"No one could ever be more beautiful," Pan spoke.
"Is that what you've lost yourself in? Her beauty?" Pan glared at Anwen, his jaw clenched.
"There is more to her. Her very existence entices me. It's in the way she speaks, moves...I'm certain she'll be the only one I'll ever love. NO more questions," Pan spat through his teeth, angrily.
Totally calm, Anwen kept herself. She sighed. "If you say..." More clenching of his jaw, Pan was sure he'd break his teeth. "That is all," Anwen spoke, sighing once more and her eyes lifted, glowing as pale as the moon's glow. For a moment she looked gentle, and childlike. Innocent. The scent of her rotting, white flesh almost faded from the air it seemed like. Pan noticed the softness she held and finally calmed.
"Very well then," he spoke, "I should be off."
"Farewell."
Hemlock and the two lost boys he had been wondering with, messed around a fire they made. The sky above them, black, the warm licking flames outshone the stars. They drank rum happily, Hemlock especially enjoying himself. "Come on boys!!" Hemlock made fun, putting on a show for his two mates.
Pulling up his cloak, he pushed himself to his tiptoes and brought out his chest. "Lets play!!!" He yelled proudly, making more fun of his previous leader. The two boys had laughed harder. "Oh and we shouldn't forget, TARGET PRACTICE!" They all busted out laughing.
"What a fool! He thought he was so fearful," Hemlock laughed falling back to his feet, "I would've just stole the boys heart away in his sleep!"
"Yes, it would've been so much easier!" Commented a lost boy.
"And Felix! That bloody idiot, he went along with everything Pan said! He was Pan's own personal slave and he never questioned a single thing! It's almost as if he had no brain," Hemlock mentioned.
"Maybe he shared Pan's!" A lost boy added. They all laughed again.
"And to think we let such an Imbecile lead us all those years, he knew nothing. Then Anne had came here, he completely fell for her! She is just as ignorant as he!" Hemlock laughed.
"Yes but you were his little messenger boy," smirked a lost boy, chuckling.
"Hey, you actually let him use you as his own personal dart board, practically kissed his ass!" Hemlock replied, pushing the lost boy.
"Once!" He replied.
"Alright brutes," started the other lost boy, calming down, "settle down...we were all lost to him at one point."
"HA, Ha! Not anymore, that much is certain!" Hemlock threw out, arrogantly. "But Felix!" The two lost boys chuckled.
"Yes, yes, we get it. Felix was a fool," sighed the first lost boy.
Hemlock started, "Completely and utterly lost--"
The camp fire suddenly went out, making all three boys catch their breath.
"Gentlemen," spoke a familiar slick voice from behind. Gasping, they all whirled around and out of the shadows came the one and only, Peter Pan. He had the most darkest, most evil smirk on his face. Chills captivated the three helpless boys dreadfully and their blood ran cold.
"P-Pan," stuttered Hemlock, eyes wide with fear, "Y-you're--"
"Darker? Yes," the keeper chuckled with absolute villainous delight. "Much darker," his delight fell from his face and his ice-like eyes penetrated the shaking boy's gaze.
"I--I, uh, I'm a bit drunk," Hemlock chuckled nervously hoping Pan hadn't just heard him making fun of him.
"Take him Hemlock!" Announced a half-drunk lost boy.
"Shut up," hissed Hemlock, shoving the lost boy.
"Yes, Hemlock, why don't you show them how to be a leader," Pan tested, eyes narrowing.
"Isn't that your job," Hemlock tried to sweet talk him. Of course it didn't work but Pan was willing to play along. He chuckled.
"Oh but only moments ago I was being talked ill of..."
"N-no, I was only trying to have a little fun! I didn't mean a thing," Hemlock tried to laugh.
"Yes," Pan nodded with understanding, "of course, of course..."
"S-so, y-you aren't m-mad?" Hemlock asked him nervously.
"Not mad...just," Pan pretended to feel bad, "remorseful," he told the old messenger lost boy.
"R-remorseful?" Hemlock choked. "W-why? D-don't you forgive me?"
"I thought about," Pan replied, calm and shrugging.
"And...?"
"Well unfortunately," Pan turned to glare at the lost boy. No sorrow, neither regret, a dangerous and almost snarl claimed his mouth. "No," he finished, his back teeth clenched. Sick chills raced down the three lost boys' backs. To them, it sounded like death passing Pan's lips.
With a dark, wicked grin, Pan's teeth almost looked like a wolves, his fangs as sharp as knives. "W-what?! W-why?" Hemlock stuttered further.
Ripping his dagger from his belt, Pan stepped forth. From the shadow of the trees came Anwen, her pets beside her, their snouts wrinkling as they kneeled their upper bodies with their front legs, ready to spring. Growling as they snapped their jaws, the three lost boys scrambled to their feet, pulling out their weapons.
Hemlock wouldn't stop glancing to Pan from the wolves. Pan snickered darkly as he drew closer. "Pan, please," Hemlock begged. "I-I didn't mean any of it! Spare me, I'll join you, I'll kill them, all of them..." Hemlock continued.
"What?" Asked a lost boy in disbelief. The other pushed him to the ground and he lost his grip on his dagger.
Hurriedly he rushed to collect it but when Pan reached him, he violently kicked it away.
Panicked, Hemlock hurriedly crawled back into a tree as the keeper's shadow absorbed all of his light. His eyes darted around for any sort of weapon to protect himself with, Pan chuckling at his struggle. His eyes darting to Pan as he groped helplessly, his fingers brushed a stick, a fat one and he grasped it.
It was heavy when he lifted it. Shooting to a stand, he tried to swing when his wrist was grabbed and turned behind his back. Pan then pushing his chest into the tree he had previously stayed, his grip on the branch gave way and it fell free. Instantly just then, Pan pushed the dagger through the empty palm, pinning it to Hemlock's back as the jagged blade was pushed further. The pinned lost boy cried out with pain. "My game," Pan spoke in his ear as he ripped the blade from his flesh.
Blood hurled out and sprayed Pan's clothing. Stumbling back, he watched as Hemlock choked on crimson. Ultimately, he fell to his knees taking one final glance at the keeper before his heartbeat slowed to a stop, and he, altogether, flourished. The night time red forming a puddle beneath Hemlock's lifeless body, Pan looked back at the two wolves that had mauled the other two lost boys, pools of more blackened crimson spread around the dead fire, the air cold. Flashing a grin to the pleased Anwen, she shone her teeth back. "Well done," he told her, the wolves with stained red mouths and paws backing into her shadow that the moon cast behind her.
"Now if only there was some way to clean up this mess," Anwen replied, frowning and pretending to care.
"Leave it," Pan spoke, "I want them to see what they're up against..."
Without protesting, Anwen nodded then watched as Pan dashed up like a shadow and flew away. Once he was gone, the forgotten one made her way over to Hemlock. Her open palm hovered over him as she made circles. The lost boy's blood becoming absorbed by the earth, his wounds healing, he finally gasped for air. "Welcome back," Anwen spoke to him. When his eyes found hers, what he saw looked like a fallen angel of some sort. Her black hair dried and lightly brushed by the wind, she had captivating ice blue eyes and was a mere fourteen. Her smell had been numbed by the trance she placed on Hemlock as he fell for everything about her.
"Y-you saved me," he coughed. Wiping blood from the corner of his mouth with her thumb, Anwen drew back as she finished and got to her feet. The confused lost boy followed her every move, the stars completely visible now.
"Yes..." Anwen replied, "and there's just one price..."
"There's a price?"
Anwen backed up when suddenly Hemlock lunged forward, crying out in pain. His cries turning to growls, moments passed before he completely fell. Shielded and covered by his cloak, what ripped free from it's hold wasn't a boy but a wolf, a huge black wolf. A grin stretched across Anwen's face just then and she knelt down to meet his fierce orbs."Kill her," she told him wickedly then watched as he tore away.
Flying back into the cave, Pan rushed over to the stream and rinsed off the blood from his hands and neck, for the blood on his clothes already stained. Shooting up just then, his eyes darted over to Anne's special patch of grass at which she usually slept. Her absence made his stomach churn and his heart rate pick up slightly. "Anna?" he called, as he sped around. Nothing.
Looking behind trees and under bushes, she was no where. Taking a look behind the waterfall, Pan still found nothing. Absolutely nothing. Only starlight to adventure around, Pan spotted Anne's black sweater. Running to it, he picked it up and glanced towards the sky, a thick vine led all the way to the top of the cave. It was clear Anne must've escaped. Pan's nerves shot to hell just then and his heart loudly pounded against his chest.
As fast as his breath, he flew back out of the cave and off into the night.
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A.N. I'd just like to point out that this story isn't just about Anne and Pan's 'love' and this story, in general, isn't just about love, there's more to it. It's about villainous mindsets against straight mindsets with making choices good and bad, keeping secrets, destruction and suppression, logic vs. insanity, and twisted games, so let's try not to focus so much on just the romance because it is pretty sick: an older man falling for a 15 year old girl, I know. And had I made it where Pan wasn't Rumple's father, the romance wouldn't be such a bother, but I kept Pan Rumple's father and I can't change that now. Of course some of us can overlook that but I've been getting too many complaints so I just wanted to clear that up. Maybe I can figure out a way to make the romance more comfortable later on in the story, but until I do, we'll just have to do what we've been doing. Thanks for reading the update--if you did--and I hope you liked it (even though Pan was a complete psycho in it).