Neverland

Chapter 19

Hey! so this update's a bit longer than usual, but I've been waiting like forever to write this scene, so I really couldn't help it! plus I know I haven't updated in a while so that's another excuse.... enjoy!! :))

I left Kate strumming lazily on the rock. It was nice to see her play. Her face relaxed, and a small smile danced across her lips. Honestly, I really didn't want to leave, but I knew I had to go. There was something I had to do before the celebration tonight, and I knew she wanted to be alone anyways.

I flew off to the familiar cave, my feet hitting the rock noiselessly, and I stepped into the darkness. The stone walls were cold to the touch, but the air was warm and damp. The sounds of the water hitting the rock echoed eerily throughout the cavern. I stepped silently to the center of the room before focusing on a certain area of the wall. It didn't even take me a second to realize just what was off about that section of stone.

"Come on out, Sloane. You didn't honestly thing you could hide from me that easily."

She stepped out, the enchantment fading as she moved.

"Ooh, very good," she cooed, stalking towards me. "The little boy knows how to play." She clucked her tongue as she circled me. Despite the rigid feeling I felt, I maintained my air of cocky arrogance. It was my signature, after all.

"What was it that gave me away?"

"You know better than anyone that I know every inch of this island. The echoes in the cave were off, so there had to be someone else here, but I must say, it was a very impressive disappearing enchantment, even if it was slightly flawed."

I couldn't help but add that last line.

"So you really are as good as they say," she smiled wryly.

As who says?

I couldn't ask her. I couldn't care. If she thought she had the upper hand she'd use it to her advantage, and I couldn't possibly let that happen.

"I assume you called me here for a reason?" I asked, bored. Her smile faltered for just a second, before returning, big and fake as ever. It was only now that I took in her image. She was wearing a floor-length black gown that dipped far down her back and was slit down the side to expose her leg as she walked. Her hair, which was windblown and messy, gave her the appearance of power, nonetheless. Her eyes glowed a bright amber under the heavy dark paint.

She was pretty, and might have been beautiful, had her face not held the cold glare of cruelty.

"Oh, I just thought you should know," she said airily, perching on the rock as if it were a throne. I didn't ask her to elaborate. "The games, Peter, why, they've only just begun." She winked at me before turning away.

I watched her as she walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped to the rocks below.

I didn't bother looking over the edge. No matter how much I willed it, I knew that If I were to look, there would be no body strewn across the rocks. I didn't know where she was, but it certainly wasn't broken and dead in the water below.

Kate's POV

I strummed carelessly on the rock, thinking about all that had happened that morning. It had all started out so nicely, but then Peter and those stupid Lost Boys just had to ruin it, and then Peter comes in and brings me my guitar. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do. Don't get me wrong. I'm still incredibly pissed at him, and I have too much self-respect to forgive him so easily. But on the other hand, this simple gesture of bringing me my guitar meant more to me than he'd ever know. The wooden instrument was one of the few possessions I'd ever cherished. One of the few things about my old life that I'd cherished, really. It was my mother's. She taught me a few chords when I was little, but I was too young to ever really learn how to play. Soon after her death, however, I started taking lessons from my grandfather, and I'd stuck with it ever since.