Nancy Jones- abandoned on Neverland by her father at age 15. Left to fend for herself against Pan and his evil lost boys by her father a once great pirate.
Nancy met another abandoned child on the island and together they escaped. Bealfire and Nan...
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"Come on let's get you outta here. You can get cleaned up then we'll go meet the others.....it's still Lizzie and Josie's party." Matt spoke gently as he inched his way across the kitchen. He extended an arm to her as he watched Nancy slowly lean herself against her cabinet, her arms braced on her knees while her chest heaved trying to regain her breath.
Her own blood and sweat, Katherine's blood and spilt water from the broken tap had matted her dark, shoulder-length hair into a mop of raven curls. It was left to hang, a loose mess around her usually tanned face as she looked up at him. The blood dripping down from her forehead making him wince as he tried to hide his worry. She'd heal, he knew that; but his human mind and heart left him fumbling at how to help her.
Slowly Nancy allowed him to help her up off of her completely trashed kitchen floor, wincing as her slowly healing body ached in disagreement to being moved. Broken glass and wooden shrapnel from her shattered kitchen furniture and cabinets lay strewn around the decimated room like an airplane crash sight- debris for as far as the eye could see. Spots and splatters of thick claret blood decorated the walls and floor, even the ceiling coving, had been washed in the viceral rain. All of the chaos and damage matching Nancy's body and face.
Even her eyes, they weren't their usual dark brown or the stormy grey that they tended to turn when she was angry or scared- They were just dull- Something about Katherine's attack had broken her.
Her once tanned skin was now paled from stress and blood loss while fighting for her life, and her usually warm smiling mouth was set into a hard sneer as she gazed down at the woman who'd made her human and vampire life times both hell.
The unmoving, reanimated corpse with such a sickeningly familiar face made the ghost of her long trauma rear it's ugly head as she held tightly onto Matt's warm arm. His pulse below her finger tips was beating louder and louder then usual, bouncing around her mind and vibrating from his skin up into her finger, her arm, her chest.....she needed to let go.
"Leave it Nance.....she's not worth it." "It's Katherine Fucking Pierce, the bitch won't stay down for long.....she's raised from the dead more then anyone would like and Matt, we both know she's gonna do it again.....help me move the body." She sighed, dislodging her hand from his in fear that she might loose her patented control if she held onto the human any longer.
She instantly felt cold.
"Nancy you're still bleeding." He sighed and she shrugged, "and? You gonna get me to a doctor I don't need? Or are you gonna help me move satan's sister over here..." she pointed at the dead (for now) Petrova, "off of my kitchen floor?" She spat at him, unable to hide her furious emotions when the mere thought of the fowl woman below her pointed finger tip crossed her mind.
"Yes ma'am." He replied in somewhat fear. "Now that's a good little human." She smiled back at him, but the smile was cracked, like a broken porcelin doll trying to glue itself back together.
