This story is not for the faint hearted. It's a story about belief, desire, manipulation, and terror. Prepare yourself, for darkness has a name.

[Book 1 in the Pan's Game trilogy] * Alice has been having nightmares about a certain brown-haired demon for the past few months. She thinks it's just a crazy dream until she gets kidnapped by the very person who's been traumatizing her. Soon, she learns that the demon boy is none other than a devilishly attractive brunette named Peter Pan. He claims her as his and doesn't let her leave his island. Sick of Peter and his ways, Alice challenges him to a game that will change her life forever. The rules are simple: They both have to act like they're together and act that they love each other. Whoever falls in love first, loses. * "I will get off this island, Peter." Alice states confidently. Peter chuckles. "We'll see about that, love." * Alice grins. "Game on." "Let's play..." Peter replies, smirking devilishly. * I don't own anything but Alice, her friends and my ideas * Was #61 in Fanfiction #2 in Fairytale #1 in Once Upon A Time #1 in PeterPan #1 in Neverland *

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"

My fear is so deep that a thousand years couldn't save me now.

"I don't want to exist, I want to live. I want even the darkest pieces inside her. I want to kiss the sorrow off her skin. Isn't that what love is? Isn't that what this beautifully constructed torture feels like? But I want the same from her. The power-hungry part of me wants something in return. I want her to love even the most monstrous parts of me. I want her to love me for the madman I am."