Angel (Peter Pan Fanfic)

Monster

Lyla jolted awake in fear. She whimpered. There were arms around her. Trapping her. Suffocating her. She looked up to see the demon stirring from sleep. She gave a small scream and pushed him away, scrambling backwards. She fell to the floor, but didn't notice. She backed into the corner and sobbed.

Peter Pan, fully awake slid out of bed and crept toward Lyla slowly with his palms upturned. He approached her like one would a wounded animal. Hesitantly, he crouched down in front of her. Lyla cowered away from him, pressing herself closer into the walls. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Pan felt his heart aching just a little.

She looked at him with those huge, shining doe eyes. "Please don't put me in a cage," she whimpered,"Peter please." She still thought she was dreaming.

Pan caressed her face and soothed," Shhh. Lyla, I won't put you in a cage. It was just a dream. It was just a dream."

Peter made to grab Lyla and pull her out of the corner but Lyla yelped in alarm. She begged in a panic," Stop. Stop. Please stop. Peter don't do this to me. Please. Please..." Lyla closed her eyes , breathing heavily and shaking against the corner of Peter Pan's bedroom.

While his Lost Girl closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing he couldn't help but feel concerned and a little hurt. Why is she having nightmares of me putting her in a cage...? Slight guilt courses through him. It was probably because of how out of control he was with her last time. How he thoughtlessly threw her in a cage for a crime she didn't commit and then left her in the cold and rain. He remembered that next night and the rain. How frightened she was of him. He remembered the bruises laced around her wrists in the shape of his hands. That night could be the only source of this reaction, Pan reasoned rationally about the cause of her fear.

Lyla seemed to finally get a grasp on reality. She looked up at his concerned expression and quickly, unstably stood up. The Boy King stood up with her. Realizing what just happened she felt shame creep up her spine and flush her neck. She apologized profusely,"Oh my God. I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I should go. I'm so sorry."

Lyla pushed past him, trembling as she walked in the aftermath of her nightmare. She made to leave but Peter caught her arm. Lyla flinched intensely, expecting a hit from the violent Pan of her nightmares. Peter Pan sympathetically let her arm go.

"Angel, it's okay just go back to sleep," he said softly.

"No, I don't think..." Lyla started, still distraught, still terrified of Peter Pan.

"Lyla. Stay," Peter Pan ordered her this time, unwilling to let her go. Lyla's fear doubled at the harsh demand. Her head pounded and she swallowed.

"Okay..." she whispered tightly. Pan gripped her motionless hand and tugged her back to bed. In Peter's luxurious bed, he wrapped his Lost Girl up tight in his arms possessively. He nuzzled his face into her neck and sighed. Meanwhile Lyla was panicking. What if he connects the dots? Me asking him questions about what he'll do when he finds the girl with the Mark of Star and me having a nightmare about him putting me in a cage? What if he figures it out? Lyla's hysteria rose to new levels. Tears flowed freely down her face, but she couldn't wipe them away because she was trapped by Peter. If he finds out I'll always be trapped by Peter. Lyla's head pounded and her heart beat out of control, but she suffered silently, not wanting to alert the King of Neverland.

A teardrop landed on Peter Pan's forearm and he tensed. Lyla cursed herself. He quickly flipped Lyla around to look at her in concern. Lyla stared up at him with sorrowful doe eyes.

"What's wrong Angel? Do you want to talk about it?" He whispered quietly. Lyla shook her head ardently and placed her two palms on his flat chest for stability. Pan frowned and prodded further," It was about me wasn't it."