The Silver Locket

Strangers and Sisters

Bell's POV

After Peter enveloped her in his arms; Bell shrunk in on herself, and pulled away. This was too uncomfortable for her, and even though she wished not to anger Peter again, she wouldn't let him hold her like this. She wouldn't let him think it was acceptable for him to do this. For she knew that it wasn't. Yes, she had told him she would stay with him in Neverland, but that did not mean she wasn't still afraid of him. She felt wary, and if he did one strange thing, she knew she would leave as soon as she could.

Without looking at Peter's face, she turned away from him, wondering where her sister was. She needed the comfort of her sister, and she needed to tell her about her current situation in a way that would create minimal anger. Heaving a small sigh, she stood up and looked around once more. Feeling no need to tell Peter where she was going, she wandered down a visible corridoor; looking for something interesting. When she looked up, she saw that she was underneath a pond. Curious, she reached up and touched the water; letting out a small gasp. How was that possible? It was amazing, but it made her brain tingle as it wondered how something like the floating water even existed.

"Facinating, isn't it?"

Bell wirled around, and saw a boy a few years older than herself leaning against the entrance to the corridoor. He had short black hair, and eyes almost as black as coal. He wore strange attire in dark shades. A long black coat, black boots and he seemed to have a belt which held a small dagger at his side. He was surprisingly clean for someone in Neverland. "Yes it is," tapping her chin with her index finger, she questioned him. "Who are you?"

"I don't think you want to know that, love." He warned her, a small grin worming it's way onto her face.

Taking a deep breath, she knew she had to be brave. Especially in Neverland. "D-do you know Peter?"

"I know of  him. We haven't met personally."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

His grin widened. "Exactly what I said."

He frustrated her, and she blew out an infuritated breath. "Just tell me who you are!"

Palms outstretched in a somewhat calming guesture, he walked towards her slowly. "Fine, fine. My name is-" Continuing closer, he stood right infront of her, his boots almost flush with her bare feet. "Nice locket you have there."

Bell looked down at the necklace, as the mysterious male fingered it gently. "It's...my mother's."

"Ah, I thought so. It suits you," He tilted her chin upwards, so she looked into his liquid coal irises. "Tell me, Bell, who do you think Peter really is?"

"I-" Trying to think of an answer, she realised she didn't know the answer herself. Trying to think of what she could say, he grinned down at her, knowing she had no answer for him. "You must let me know sometime, love."

"Bell!" Peter called out from where she had left him.

"Must dash, Bell. I hope to see you again in the future." The man told her, as he disappeared into the shadows behind her.

Who was he, and how did he know her name?

Grace's POV

"Are you going to tell me the way to the hideout, or not?" Grace asked Tinker Bell. She was becoming irritated with the fairy's hesistation to tell her the location of Peter and her sister, after she had so willingly told her other things.

"You must not go in angry. Peter will suspect your unloyalty to him, and he'll never let you near Bell."

"He can't keep me away from my own sister!" Grace yelled in frustration.