Peter Pan flew around the island, owning Neverland with his very presence. Hook watched the boy from bow of the Jolly Roger, glaring at him, his eyes becoming steely. He was to far to even hope to attack, only his form above the trees of the island gave off that he was indeed the famous Pan.
Wendy's Pan, Hook thought sickly. What was a pretty girl like Wendy Darling doing worrying about a boy like Pan? He was a troublesome child, nothing but a nuisance for the whole island. Or at least Hook. He wanted him dead.
The girl however, no he did not want her dead. He rather liked her, though he wasn't sure why. He hadn't spent much time with her, but something about her just attracted him. She wasn't the small child she had been last he'd seen her, or even the time before that. She was grown now and much more similar to him then she wanted to admit. When he found her against the wall, he felt rage, and yet, when he heard her threaten the man's life, he felt as if he had somehow influenced that. As much as he knew Wendy was a much better person than himself, he liked to think she wasn't such a saint that she wouldn't accept him.
Accept him for what, he had yet to find out. But he knew he had to be accepted by her. He knew it.
Not that it mattered in his plan. It was a very good plan, if he thought so himself. He needed her, to train her, and then turn her against Peter Pan. When she was a child there was no chance, she was so filled with the magic of Peter, she wouldn't have even listened to him. But now as an young lady, there was a bigger chance to turn her, to make her see reason. She would be much more fun to train now. He could mold her to fit him, she would be his protégé.
He smiled wickedly, he actually felt excited.
"Captain…" Smee's voice came timidly from behind him.
Hook's head swerved and he stared coldly at Smee.
"What?"
"You said t-t-to tell y-you when the girl asks for something…"
"I said no to the twine."
"Well it was more of a general question… she was very, well, forceful in having me get you."
Hook nodded, without saying anything else, he made his way towards his cabin. When he got to the door he became very quiet and carefully unlocked the door. When he stepped in he saw Wendy pulling a book down from a shelf that was much too tall for her. Another book fell and she struggled to catch it, but it clipped her shoulder, and she glowered at the book. Suddenly she looked up at him and with embarrassment put the books back as well she could.
"I wasn't being nosy," she said hastily, "I was bored."
"Smee said you wanted something?"
"Oh yes," she said as if gathering courage, "I was wondering… well…"
"Spit it out girl," Hook said stepping closer to her, "You can't have brought me here for no reason."
She took a deep breath, "I was hoping when you kill me you would do it quickly."
He stared at her, and her eyes darted away from his, and the fear was very real for her. He looked her over, she was shaking. Was she really that scared of him? She bit her lip nervously, and he suddenly felt the urge to touch her lips.
