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

"...every precious word"

            Waking up from astral projecting, Rumple picked himself up as everyone surrounded him. Troubled in the face, Rumple's eyes fell onto Anne's parents.

"What is it??" Isabelle panicked, wide-eyed and she clung to John nervously.

Rumple hesitated speaking.

"Well, what happened??" Regina barked impatiently.

Everyone stared at Rumple expectantly while Snow messed with her trap. Hemlock spied at them through the bushes, glancing at Snow's obscured net beneath some brushwood. Running out, the net pulled up around him and he cried out.

Snow nearly stumbled back into Charming with surprise.

Emma came rushing over. "Did you catch one?!"

Hemlock glared down at them spitefully, all in genius acting of course. "Cut me down, princess!" He snapped as everyone began to encircle beneath him.

Benjamin swallowed uncomfortably when he recognized the lost boy.

"You!" Hemlock snapped, firmly pointing down at him. "Cut me down!"

Taking a nervous step toward the rope, Benjamin felt Emma grab his arm. He halted, staring up at his fellow lost boy guiltily.

"Do it!" Hemlock spat, startling Benjamin. Deftly taking out his knife, he cut the rope before the others could stop him. The net came falling with a bellowing lost boy.

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/~WARNING (slight sexual content)

He was doing it, he was actually letting her dominate him--and that wasn't what scared the Beastly sister. The fact that scared her was that he wasn't stopping her. With trembling fingers, she was urging down his pants. Mentally cursing to herself, Anne tried to push back her thoughts to get the whole thing over with. Her stomach churning as she pulled off her shirt, Pan's hands slid up her sides. Shivering at his touch, her breathing quivered.

Luckily, partially--anyway, Pan had yet to take the blindfold off his eyes and Anne preferred it that way. She wasn't about to do this with him watching her, she feared the look of want in his eyes. She was already nervous and she didn't need to feel anymore insecure.

Though, what was strange, was that it felt like her first time. She didn't feel natural dominating him, or even trying to claim him. She had no idea what the hell she was doing, and tears pricked in her eyes as her brother came to her mind.

With a soft groan, Peter relaxed beneath her and for a moment, Anne was convinced he had fallen asleep. Carefully climbing to her feet, she stared down at him in discomfort at the feeling of standing in her bare bra. Though it wasn't like he hadn't seen her in her bra before. Briefly, she reflected back on that night in the lake with him. She had saw a scarce innocence in his face, a soft voice that could relax her rather than intimidate her. That version of himself had to be in there somewhere, or perhaps it wasn't.

Pan had recently made her feel ways she would never expect from that little, innocent side of him--because he wasn't, at least not anymore. Thankfully, Anne had yet to take off her pants and shoes and carefully slid her knife back out of her boot. Straddling him, she leaned down and gave him a reassuring kiss--one to keep stealing his mind.

Then, gripping the hilt of her knife with both hands, she raised her arms. Hesitant to penetrate his chest with her blade, she tensed. Beginning to remember all the ways he made her feel, positively, rather than make her feel as he had recently, she held her breath. She began to ask herself if she really wanted to take his life, if she really wanted to lose him and all the ways he reassured her. Her features faintly softening as she stared down at him, she nearly faltered. Until suddenly, her brother weaseled his way into her thoughts and the hatred she had for Pan overwhelmed her, and her countenance darkened and her chest clenched.