Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

Chapter 7: Worse Danger

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'Lily..?'

I felt my heartbeat in my head. Everything was dark. I felt as though I was made of lead.

'Lily.'

I could feel myself move my arms closer to my face, dragging my fists across my eye sockets to try to invigorate my eyes to consciousness.

'Lily, please be alright.' A hand stroked my hair.

I opened my eyes slightly, but all I saw was light blinding me. I made a noise of protest and shut my eyes again.

'Lily,' the voice said warningly, familiarly. 'Lily, you're testing my patience. Don't you want to see everyone, be awake and living again?'

The voice was so much closer now, and achingly familiar... 'You'll have to wake up sooner or later, I just want my face to be the first thing that you see.'

I felt a light, warm pressure against my jaw, I sighed softly, as it left my face only to press against my cheek, then my nose... Then my lips.

'C'mon, Tiger.' The voice whispered. 'Open those pretty green eyes for me.'

Tiger?

With utter horror at that word, the word only one person in the world had ever called me, I opened my eyes again, slowly, gingerly. I was absolutely terrified by what I would see.

And what I saw surpassed my furthest nightmares.

Pan was leaning over me with a malicious smile spreading slowly across his face, cruelly glinting in his cold eyes. His hands were either side of my face, making my heart race as fear paralysed me.

Peter Pan looked down at me, watching my dawning horror with a smirk of amusement while his eyes smouldered with fury. My head gave a minute shake of denial at what my eyes told me was true.

Peter's lip curled over his teeth, as his hands slowly wrapped around my wrists, pinning them down either side of my head. 'Welcome back to camp, Tiger Lily.'

Immediately I began to twist my wrists, struggling to unhook them from his punishing grasp.

'Stop it!' I hissed. 'Let me go!'

Peter's lips curled into a sneer, as he gripped my wrists roughly, causing me to bite my lip to stop from the gasping pain.

'What's wrong, Tiger?' He snarled. 'Not happy to see me?'

I bucked against him, as he pressed a leg harshly into my thigh in an attempt to pin me down.

'No, I hate you!' I shrieked. A low growl of anger ripped through Peter's throat when I dislodged a leg and began to kick fiercely. He dropped down onto me, trying to use his weight as leverage. I gave a cry of protest as I was briefly winded by him. 'Let me go!'

'Is that what you said when Oliver tried to kiss you?' Pan asked spitefully, never losing his grip on me. I struggled under his weight, trying to break free of his grasp. 'Do you really hate me, or are you pleased for what I did? Did you really hate me when you disobeyed your family to be with me? Did you really hate me when you said your wedding vows? Did you really hate me when you kissed me the first time? Did you really hate me when you gave birth to and raised my son? Did you really hate me when you left to protect us? Did you really hate me when you kissed me again?'

'I didn't know what you had done to me... to Rumple... to Oliver... to the natives... but I sure as hell hate you now!' I screamed back in reply, my eyes wide with anger and contrasting my previous docile state.

I successfully managed to shove Peter to my right, gaining enough time and space for me to roll on top of him and pin him down.

'Oh really? You enjoyed our kiss before.' He mused, raising an eyebrow. 'So, if I were to kiss you again, you'd hate it now?'

'Yes!' I replied shrilly. I continued to struggle as Peter's hands grabbed my waist, pulling me down towards him so that I couldn't break free. I put both hands against his chest and pushed aggressively with all my strength.

'I highly doubt that, I can try if you like?' Peter teased, hooking a leg through mine and pulling so that my body was pressed against his.

'No!' I protested angirly. I groaned as Peter used his superior strength to push us over so that he was now lying on top of me, peering down at me with curiosity. Peter wrenched my hands from himself and locked them above my neck, panting with the effort of my determination to escape.

'Calm down, Tiger, I was only joking,' Peter cooed, pushing a lock hair out of my face, his left hand still pushing my hands together roughly. I looked up at him in confusion, because he had seemed so sincere earlier.

'I hate you so much, Peter, can't you just leave me alone?' I asked impatiently, trying to suppress the urge to whimper as his hands gripped mine so painfully I could almost feel blood drawing from the places where my nails dug into my hands.

Peter raised an eyebrow mockingly, amused. 'That isn't a very fun game is it?'

'As I told you earlier, Pan, submission isn't really my thing.' I winced as he released me, letting me lie panting on the bed, tears forming in my eyes and threatening to stream down my cheeks.

'Shh,' Peter cooed, mockingly trailing his thumb down my cheek in mock love. 'I don't think you need to worry about such things, wouldn't it be a shame of something happened to Oliver or to Hook?' He mused.

'You wouldn't.' I whispered in denial, slightly bewildered by this because he had never intentionally hurt me before as punishment, only to pride information from me about where Henry was. 'You couldn't.'

'I won't...' He agreed, but his eyes became darker as he came slowly closer towards me. '...If you do as I say and stay away from them, all will be well.'

'Why are you doing this?' I demanded angrily, offended that I thought he actually cared about my feelings and about my happiness.

He leant in to my ear, mockingly breathing for a second and making my stomach churn, before he said softly, 'Because I can.'