Peter Pan ◦ The Originals

⌜peter clan⌟

PETER PAN ;
PETER CLAN
❝Every story needs a memorable villain.❞

Peter Pan stood in the treehouse he had built the first day he head gotten to this town, candles lit around the small space as he grabbed an enchantment from a bag he had the Shadow bring him from his items in Neverland.

He wrapped the necklace in his hands around his neck before he sat down in a crisscross position. He then took on a deep breath and started to concentrate on his magic. He closed his eyes, trying to find the girl, the one everyone in this town is so obsessed with finding.

His hands then clenched and unclenched when he felt the magic she was using—it was strong magic. She was fighting him, trying to stop him from performing his magic, but she couldn't. She wasn't as strong as he was and he succeeded.

Peter Pan's body sat still in the tree house, but his spiritual self was somewhere else. He was now standing in the attic of St. Anne's Church. His eyes scanned the place, looking at the double bed, easel and many drawn canvases and papers before his green eyes finally landed on a girl who looked at an open casket that contained Klaus and Rebekah's brother Elijah. But her eyebrows were furrowed and her forehead had a light coat of sweat that indicated she was concentrating.

This was who his Shadow had told him about; the girl who everyone wanted for their own reasons. This was Davina Claire. 

He knew instantly that she was trying to stop him from performing magic, from being in her attic. But her magic wasn't strong enough to figure out that he was actually in her room already, watching her with a smug smirk.

He walked towards her, watching her with amusement—as if he were watching a child trying to reach a high shelf. His gaze shifted from her to the man laying in the casket. His skin had greyed and the veins in his body were pushed to the surface so they were visible. The only indication that he was alive was his eyes—they were open and were on Davina.

"This is the girl who everyone is so obsessed about?" Pan talked to himself, knowing that no one would hear him. He crouched down to her level, mouth open in thought and head tilted, "I can see the potential you possess."

Pan's arms rested on his thighs and his his hands were intertwined between them as he stared at her. Her head suddenly snapped towards him, causing his eyes to widen the slightest. Her eyes stared at him, as if she knew he was there. Maybe she did.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at her, neither of them moving before Davina's eyes searched the attic, standing up and walking right through Pan. He then flinched when he heard a loud buzzing sound in his ear.

Pan then opened his eyes, seeing that he was back in the treehouse and the loud sound was the contraption he had stolen—the phone.

He quickly grabbed it and mentally swore when he didn't know what to do with it. He kept tapping the device before he saw the image at the bottom slide slightly. He then stared at it, cursing himself when he realized that he hadn't read what was written on the bottom.

Slide to Answer.

He then did as the message told him and put the phone to his ear like he had seen other people of this realm had done.

"Pan, where the bloody hell are you?" Klaus' harsh voice was heard from the phone, causing Pan to roll his eyes at the sound of his voice.

"I do have a life of my own, you know. Not everything revolves around the egocentric hybrid." Pan informed the hybrid as he started to climb down the tree. 

"Well, this egocentric maniac—who has let you stay in his mansion—needs you at said mansion. Now." Klaus told the teenager who reached the forest floor and leaned against the tree before he hung up on the hybrid who stared at his phone in shock that he had actually hung up on him.

Pan then appeared in front of Klaus and Rebekah in a puff of green smoke, a smirk gracing his lips, "You needed me?"

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"Are you out of your mind? No way." Sophie Devereaux told them incredulously. Pan, Klaus, Rebekah and Sophie were in the study of the mansion.

"It's very simple; we need you to perform a teeny, tiny locator spell to help us find our brother." Rebekah told the witch who sat on the couch, pacing the floor while Pan stared at them from beside Klaus.

"Witches who practice magic in this town get caught, and then they get killed." Sophie explained to the three before she looked over at Pan, "And why don't you make him perform it? It's obvious how strong his magic is."

"Well, you see, little witch bitch, the difference between us is that I'm actually not replaceable." Pan told her with a raise of his eyebrow.

"And it seems you left out a crucial detail when we made our deal—Marcel's secret weapon, the way he knows when a witch is using magic." Klaus told the witch.

Rebekah continued immediately after her brother, holding her hand up as she sat down, "Girl about yea high, cute as a button, anger issues?"

Sophie looked shocked at what the Original vampire had told her when she realized who they were talking about, "Davina? Where have you seen her?" Her voice held both interest and nervousness as she asked.

"I don't know. The little brat erased my memory right after she threw me out a window with her bloody mind." Rebekah replied with irritation laced in her voice.

"Let me cut to the chase. Davina has Elijah. You witches, I assume, want to get Davina away from Marcel. We don't know where she is. Ergo, we need magic." Klaus explained.

"Davina would sense it." Sophie said. Pan could see her gulp and narrowed his eyes the slightest, tilting his head.

"Unless, of course, another witch—say, a traitor to the cause, Katie for example—was to perform much more powerful magic at the same time. That would create a smokescreen, concealing your very small spell from Davina." Rebekah remarked.

Sophie shook her head, "Katie doesn't deserve to die."

"Oh, Katie doesn't deserve to die. A small puppy doesn't deserve to die. Everyone doesn't deserve to die." Pan mocked with a fake glum expression, "Everyone in this world dies sometime. Think of it as just speeding up her time."

"I can't—"

Sophie was cut off by Klaus angrily slamming his hands against the table and stood up from his seat to face her, "Sophie Deveraux!" 

He then walked towards her and sat down on the coffee table in front of her, "You're in no position to be so principled. You can't win a war without a few strategic losses, no matter how regrettable they may be. How many times have the vampires been one step ahead, known something they shouldn't? Your sister, executed in the public square for practicing magic-- who knew she'd be caught? Did she even attempt to flee?"

Sophie was stunned in realization, "...She was caught hiding in a cargo hold of a freighter before it set sail down the Mississippi."

"And who, pray tell—of Marcel's valued inner circle—manages his business at the docks?" Pan questioned, sitting beside Klaus as a smirk graced his lips and one of his eyebrows lifted.

Sophie looked at them in defeat before she answered, "Katie's boyfriend, Thierry."