The Demon Archer - OUAT Meripan Fanfic

Let Shadows Die

Let shadows die,
So I can feel alive.
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Pan froze, watching as Merida crumpled to the ground and lay there unmoving. Snow paused a moment more, almost regretting her decision, before joining in the fight against the Lost Boys. Pan was suddenly hurled back against the wall as Rumple took advantage of his attention being elsewhere; the impact knocked his breath away, but only for a moment. Pushing himself off the wall, he thrust out a hand towards Rumple, making him crash into a cabinet across the room. With him out of the game, the boy glanced back to where the redhead lay, the arrow still buried in her chest. Pan's eyes flashed as he made the decision, appearing in a moment next to her. He gathered her up in his arms, glancing towards the fighting. They'd realize soon enough he was gone, and then they'd have to draw back. It would cost him, but he had made a deal with her. This is all that was. A deal.

Transporting deep into the forest, he lay her gently on the ground, noticing that she was still breathing. She was alive, but just barely. Leaning over her, he steadied her and in a quick motion slid the arrow out of the wound, black smoke leaking out. Her breathing grew more shallow and he tensed, his hand hovering over her as he tried to heal her. The wound closed, but her skin still remained deathly pale and she didn't open her eyes. Sitting down against a tree, he watched her until he fell asleep.

Pan's eyes flickered open in the morning when he heard a weak cough from Merida. She struggled into an upright position, glancing down at her bloodstained chest with no more than passing curiosity and slight annoyance. Relief washed over the boys face as he watched her, his eyes meeting with hers. "You got shot by Mary Margaret last night. Didn't think you'd make it."
Merida smirked unnervingly. "I'm a demon. You can't kill me. Although..." She paused and glanced around at the Lost Boys that were just waking up, scattered around the campsite. "It's possible to kill the vessel."
Pan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Merida? Wha-"
She cut him off by laughing sharply. "Your precious redhead is gone. Granted, she's still in there somewhere." The girl shrugged. "But if you try to kill me, you'll kill her too. And I don't think you want that," she purred.
A cold feeling settled in the pit of Pan's stomach as he looked at her, his fists clenching at his sides, realizing for the first time that he might never see his Merida again.
The Merida that was a demon smirked, her gaze finally landing on one of the taller boys. "Perfect," she whispered. Suddenly she threw her head back, smoke pouring out of her throat and spiraling into the sky. The Lost Boys all jumped back, but not before the black smoke attacked the one Merida had set her eyes on. His eyes turned black, and he smirked, sauntering over to Pan. "Thanks for the other night. You didn't disappoint," he whispered lowly, his gaze dropping to the other boy's lips and smirking.
Pan's hand shot out and caught around the boy's throat. "What did you do with Merida," he growled, tightening his grip. "Bring her back or I will find a way to kill you, and you don't want to see that."
The boy smirked again, holding up a small bottle. "No hard feelings. I'm just doing my job." And with that he disappeared, the bottle falling to the forest floor.

Merida's body collapsed as Pan caught her in his arms, a cold hand encircling his heart as he looked down at her. "Mer?" He whispered quietly, his thumb grazing her cheek, hoping for some sign that she was still alive and she was still in there somewhere. Suddenly she gasped, her hand grabbing his wrist as she looked at him, her blue eyes wide and pleading.
"Please, please don't leave me here oh god," she cried out, her body going rigid in his grip as she fought against him, whimpers leaving her mouth. Then as suddenly as it came, she went limp again and was gone.
"Merida!" He shook her slightly before putting his ear to her chest. No heartbeat. "No no no no," he muttered, putting his hand over her heart and trying to bring her back. But even the King of Neverland couldn't bring back someone from the dead.
He lowered her to the ground, slumping down to sit next to her. All thoughts of taking over Storybrooke had left his mind as his gaze wandered over her face.
Then the small bottle that the demon had given him started to spin in the middle of the forest floor, opening up a portal. Pan slowly got to his feet and walked to the edge, his gaze wary as he stayed alert. He glanced back at Merida's body, making his decision.
"I'm coming Mer. Hold on a little longer." He turned and leaped into the portal, disappearing in the middle of the forest as it closed behind him.

He landed on a hard surface, wincing slightly as he got to his feet. It was dark and hard to breathe. Finally he made out a few trees in the distance, wreathed in smoke and mist. The water was completely still and glassy around the wooden dock that Pan was standing on, until a small boat rounded the corner. Pan's eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward, wondering what kind of trickery this was. The hooded figure in the boat beckoned to him and the boy hesitated a moment before stepping onto the vessel. The boat drifted out into open water, mist obscuring the wooden platform behind him.
"Welcome to the Underworld, Peter Pan..."