The Lost Love

12 The Playful Time

The leader or the lost boys was smiling, no, smirking, and that made Juliette want to punch him in the face, and perhaps in lower areas. The way he was staring at her, it made it so awkward for her to be there. She lost the fight, which means that she failed the test, now what? Nervously, she started to play with her hands, a common thing she is used to do. Luckily the rest of the boys left the place, just because Pan told them to go hunting somewhere away from this part of the jungle. The blood from a small cut in Juliette's forehead made her realize that she was on fire, her blood was cold, and there was no possible explanation for that. With her hand, she wiped it away, probably rubbing it on her forehead, making the mess worse than it was.

"You impressed me, no one had actually tried to fight back, like ever." He said, using his normal sassy speaking way.

"But I lost." She said, disappointed in herself.

"Did you? What about those boys you left bleeding and almost wiping in the ground?"

That caught her attention, she remember how much fun she was having fighting those fools. How she was thirsty of blood. She would have never admitted that to anyone, she had her dark side very well hidden, but letting it out slowly made her feel powerful.

"You looked so vulnerable when I was on top of you." He said in a whisper, smirking of course.

"And you looked like a girl in those clothes. You can't fight without magic, can't you?" She said in response. "Now what? Am I staying?"

"That depends on you, you have proven to be brave enough to fight back, but fighting me back was stupid." He said.

"Then what is stopping you from getting rid of me?"

"You are definitely something new, I am interested in you. You've caught my attention. Tell me, how did you managed to get enough strength to fight?"

She chuckled, well, besides the fact that it was a bloody test that you organized...

"You inspired my inner serial killer." She said, turning away, walking towards the camp.

"Where do you think you are going?" he said, obviously irritated by her disobedient behaviour.

"I need to take a bath, your smell is all over me and I am getting dizzy. You should do that as well, I can't believe you guys can stand that smell."

Pan left the place boiling, he was so mad that a little girl had said those things about him. She needed to grow up, or at least grow up enough for him to teach her a lesson about who is in charge. When he made sure that she was in the lake, taking a bath, he sent again the boys to hunt, away from him and from Juliette. He didn't want one of the boys to grow liking on Juliette, as he said, she was his.

After destroying half of his tent and setting a lot of things on fire, he decided to make a visit to his dear Juliette. After all, he did need a bath.

(If you don't like nudity context, well, avoid the next paragraphs, but if it makes you feel better, it won't be so described. SorryNotSorry, I had to write this scene. :3)

Juliette washes the blood and dirt away from her body, she was now trying to be clean as possible in every single existing way. The dirt and the disorder of the place made Juliette wanted to convulse and set the place on fire. OCD? Yes, probably.

Her clothes were hanging from the lower branch of the tree, a tall tree holding in its branches some lovely birds, which she had never seen before in her life.

Again, Juliette was in the mood to start singing.

"When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place
When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place