Peter Pan ◦ The Originals

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PETER PAN ;
PETER CAN

❝Peter Pan is lost forever.❞

Peter Pan was the original Lost Boy. The ruler of Neverland and the leader of the Lost Boys. The immortal boy with the mischievous green eyes. The most feared villain to ever exist.

He liked being feared. He liked being in control and being the bad guy. He didn't regret anything.

Not from giving away his only friend and causing chaos to killing his right-hand man and trying to steal the heart of a young believer.

But now, because of that very heart he had tried to steal, he was defeated. For the time being, that is.

Because as all knew, Peter Pan never failed.

And now, after he had transported himself to a place where it was filled to the brim with magic, the Lost Boy stood in front of a sign that read "Rue Bourbon - Bourbon".

The Lost Boy looked around the street, seeing people walking about, not even looking at him weirdly for the clothes he wore. He guessed that maybe the place he was in wasn't like the places he had went to in the real world. The only places being London and Storybrooke.

He smirked as he walked past a woman, taking her wallet along with him. He opened the small wallet, taking out what he read was two one hundred dollar bills.

His eyes then caught sight of a sign with the letters arranged as "Rousseau's". The boy walked towards the sign and saw that it was attached to a ceiling outside of a bar. He entered the bar, his legs moving him towards the counter, where he took a seat and rested his arm onto the hard wood.

A blonde bartender walked towards him with an amused look on her face before she spoke, "I'm sorry, kid, but I can't serve you any alcohol—" Peter Pan quickly cut off the woman.

"I don't drink. Drinking would mean that I have become a grownup. And I am no grownup or adult," Peter read the name tag pinned to her clothes and continued, "Camille."

Peter looked at the name tag for a while, feeling emotions he hadn't felt in a long time surface before he shook his head and got rid of the feelings. It's only a name, he thought to himself, nothing more than a name.

"You remind of someone; I don't remember who, but you remind of someone." Camille said with a smile, "And you can call me Cami, Camille sounds like an old lady's name."

"Well, Cami, I would like..." Peter trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows together, "What do you serve here exactly?"

Cami let out a laugh at the boy, "You're new here, aren't you, British boy?"

"If it wasn't that obvious. And my name isn't British boy, it's Pan." Peter told the woman, raising an eyebrow in her direction.

"Well, Pan, how about I serve you the meanest pot of gumbo you could eat." Cami suggested to the boy before her eyes racked the clothes he was wearing, "And I'm guessing you're going to a party soon?"

Peter looked down at his mostly green attire and decided that he would need clothes from this world if he wanted to blend in. "Actually, I'm planning to ditch the party. Their not really my flow." Peter lied, his hand holding the hilt of his dagger strapped to his belt.

Cami nodded her head before she scurried away to get the gumbo. Pan's eyes trailed after her until she was out of sight. He could feel the loneliness in her, he knew that she was filled with sorrow, that she had suffered a great loss in her life.

Peter Pan could always find a lost soul the minute he saw one.

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After Pan had gotten to eat the gumbo that turned out to be more delicious than it sounds, he walked the streets of New Orleans, trying to find a store that he could buy clothes from the remaining money he had.

He hated having to change the attire he had for over 400 years. He hated the fact that he wasn't on Neverland anymore. But he hated that he didn't know everything anymore. In Neverland, he had power and he loved it.

He could destroy his enemies in the blink of an eye. But now, he was here. In New Orleans. A place where he didn't even know the first thing about. He didn't know what to wear or what to say or even what the hell brought him here.

His magic brought him here because it was one of the most supernatural place in town, filled to the brim with magic. It looked to be the other way around honestly.

Peter could see the sun setting as entered a shop, buying clothes that were stuffed in a plastic bag before he left the store, seeing that the sun had disappeared from the sky and darkness would have succumbed the streets if it weren't for the street lamps scattered across the place.

Now, all the boy had to do was go to the swamp and make a treehouse for himself with his magic for shelter. At least, that was the only thing.

He saw a woman sitting on a bench, sensing that she was a werewolf and pregnant. She was about to drink something when she put it down and stood up. Peter looked in boredom when he saw a man appear behind her. He knew it wasn't magic the moment he saw the veins underneath his eyes; it was a vampire.

Peter would have ignored her the minute he saw her and left the scene, but the fact that she was pregnant kept the boy where he was. He could kill anyone he would like, but not even he would risk the life of an unborn child. Not even he could kill someone so young and innocent. He could kill any other child, any other child who was old enough to walk and talk and argue, but he couldn't kill a baby.

The woman and vampire had a heated talk before she threw her drink at him causing him to scream in pain as he held his face. The pregnant werewolf turned around and was about to run when two of the vampire's friends stood in front of her.

Peter thought it was time to step in and help the woman. He used his magic to transport himself behind the two vampires and pushed his hands into their chests, ripping their hearts out as they felt o their knees in pain.

The Lost Boy crushed their hearts until sand slid through his fingers and the two dropped dead while a blonde vampire sped behind the other vampire and ripped his heart out of his chest, causing him to fall limp to the ground.

"Now, is that any way to treat a pregnant werewolf?" Peter asked the dead bodies before he looked up at the two women with a smirk and a raise of an eyebrow, "I do hate bad manners."

The blonde vampire threw the heart on the ground as the pregnant werewolf gaped at them, still in shock.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" The blonde vampire hissed through her teeth at the Lost Boy. Peter looked at her with an amused expression. He didn't feel intimidated in the slightest, not when he had done so much worse.

Peter felt a smirk grow on his face as he answered, "A boy who you should fear." Then, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

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First chapter of this story and I'm really excited for it!