Pan's Lost Girl

Chapter 4

"I feel emptiness, and I can't fill the void. I know now the truth. He's the true monster."
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Ann's POV.
I awaken with the words of a hallow sounding voice still in the back of my mind. I have no idea what that dream was about, and for one thing I didn't want to know.
"Oh good! Your awake dearie, I thought since we trudged through the jungle yesterday we could on a tour of the island. Get dressed, we start in 15 or so minutes." He walked out of the treehouse and even with the black-out curtain, I could feel the unbelievably hot tempature. It was going to be a fun day.
Some of the lost boys have started to smile a bit more. As Peter and I trudge through the centre of the camp, some of the boys looked refreshed, and more lively. But I would have to do something about that smell!
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"This is where some of the most important trees on the island are. They grow pix-"
I cut him off.
"-ie dust. I catch on pretty quick!" I say catching him off guard.
"I suppose you do love." Now he caught me off guard, but I showed no difference.
I took a seat in the dirt, just looking up at one of the trees in sudden interest, like it had a special meaning.
Peter sat down, bringing his arms over his legs and letting his head fall. I didn't know what to do, but then he sighed.
"C'mon let's go, this place is kinda boring anyhow." I say and grab his hand.
I melt into my emotions, and this time maybe enough to show.
He gets up and smirks at me and releases his hand from mine. I instantly stop melting. I stop all emotions.
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"It'll be fun he said." I mutter. "It'll be great he said" I mutter again not knowing if he could hear me or not.
He looks back at me and smirks widely.
My feet sore along with the rest of my body.
"It's only a bit more, down here. You remember." He said and starts walking quicker. Like I remember anything from the day before.
He goes out I sight, and for thanks to the gods I finally find him, shirtless lounging in the waterfall.
He beckons me closer. My heart feels like it's skipping beat to beat. I come as close as I can he grabs my hand and pulls me in, with a laugh.
That sneaky bastard.
I get up gasping and spitting out water. He sits over in the corner for a few moments then comes over and places his arms around me from the back.
My heart starts to skip again. So do my breaths.
I start coughing more and more, trying to breath. He starts pumping on my chest, helping the water to spit back out.
I slump into the water, his arms still around me.
"Thanks." I say breathlessly.
"It was my fault." He says sounding innocent knowing he was guilty.
"Your right. It was your fault!" I yell and before he could process any of this through his mind, I shove him under the water.
I comes back up, now both of us laughing.
He takes me by surprise by grabbing my hands, leaning in he whispers "for the account, I never said any of the things your were muttering earlier."
Just like that he pulls me into small kiss, but it deepens.
I pull apart, knowing things would be different.
"I've only been here for a day. This is how you treat me? I need an explanation!" I say suddenly furious. Furious with him, with my father, with the world, and most importantly I was furious with myself.
He nods me off and our clothes magically reappear and he leads me back to camp.
No words needed for me to know that I might have screwed up.
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Back at camp, I hear whispers. Word gets around quickly I suppose.
"Just find the boy. I want him alive." Peter says and he turns and looks at me. He waves Felix off and walks over to me.
"Long ago I knew-" he took a moments pause. "I knew your father. You look like him." He says and smiles.
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Rewritten, revised, and edited on 3/21/16