Emilie

Peter came back with lunch; two apples , two ham sandwiches, and two little cups of water.

We sat down on the bed and ate our food in mostly silence, with a little side conversation in between our bites of food.
After finishing our food and drinking our water Peter stood up, snapping his fingers making all the garbage disappear.

He pointed towards the pile of clothes on the bed. His face began to clench as he began to cough into his fist, "Alright, so these are your clothes.
I'm not sure what type of clothing you like,"
I looked down at the clothes and furrowed my eyebrows,
"Pants, plain shirts uh, dresses and what-not. Kinda limited on girl clothes, you know?," He licked his lips with uncertainty, "And uhm," He coughed,"Feminine products, like brazier's and underwear will be given to you. Hopefully later today. Regarding your menstraul cycle I'm not sure-"

"I'll let you know." I said with a slight laugh.

I stood up walking to the pile of clothes. I picked out a black top and black jeans. I rested the black jeans on the bed and held the black top against my chest. It was a v-cut short-sleeved shirt, plain as day. I looked up at Peter who was now standing on the other side of the bed with his arms crossed, studying me with a weird look on his face, "Do I have shoes?"

He scoffed looking at the ground, his arms still crossed. A smile plastered on his face. Kind of surprised but mostly intimidating, He cocked his head towards the wooden door,
"You get one pair of boots , er, shoes. Just in case you gotta run through the ground or something."

"Run?" I asked twisting my finger in a circle motioning for him to turn around.

He sighed dropping his arms to his side. He turned around now facing towards the door as I took my shirt off, "Miss Emilie, my boys will probably be chasing your tail. You're like a Siren goddess compared to many. One of the three girls here."

I flung the top over me, and stopped midway with his choice of word to describe me.

Siren

Henry,
Regina,
Storybrooke,
Flashed through my mind.
I remember going to the library before school, when I told him my blood was golden.

Do I bring it up?

I took of my leggings, putting on the black jeans. I'm guessing these jeans were the jeans I saw Peter in yesterday. They were so skinny on him, while they were baggy on me, "Why wouldn't they be chasing the other girls? I bet they're lovely."
My mind went into a daze.

He peaked his head towards me and nodded his head seeing that I am fully dressed. He walked towards the door grabbing the dark colored boots. He walked towards me placing the boots at my feet. Our bodies 3 feet apart, He gave me a serious look,

"You're almost as dark as a raven, I like that. One of the girls, I would never allow my boys to chase. The other I could care less, but you," He looked at me up and down, "You are the beginning of something new and the end to everything before. Tell me, Raven, tell me something special about you."

I smiled at him in return putting a lock of my hair behind my ear, "I have golden blood."

His face softened just to harden again. He looked as if he were to come at me but didn't have the courage to, "I would say genetic mutations are common but," He opened his mouth just to close it again, clenching his jaw while cocking his eyebroe, "You truly must be special then."

I slipped into my boots. My foot skidded across the unfamiliar leather fabric sending a tingle up my spine.

Silenced abrupted between the two of us, until I broke it.
"I'm going to go for a walk, see if I can make some friends."

I started walking around him towards the door, "Alright, but I beg you to be safe..," He said as I turned back towards him. His eyes became soft and delicate, as if I had the ability to break him,
"And uhm, I'm sorry about the kiss. I-I knew that I ran into things and that I met you yesterday. I just had to be certain.. yo-you know what nevermind. I-"

"Thank you," I said interrupting him, while his mouth gaped open as if he weren't sure what to say,
"I know you want to protect me, and that you wanted to be my first kiss and whatever. I can tell you don't regret the kiss we had earlier today. You don't need to explain anything."
I said smiling at him.

A sigh of relief came out of him with a gentle smile forming, "Some things don't need to be explained I guess. The kiss was inappropriate and forced I can't help but not apologize."

I slowly walked over to him and cupped his face in my hands and kissed him on his mouth firmly, "When I kiss you it's not force. I kissed you the same way you kissed me earlier. We were both willing to be kissed by the other person. It isn't force, it's .."

"Desire." He finished for me.

Now. I can admit it.
Meeting Peter Pan, gave me confidence. I can speak freely, without filter here. I guess when Peter kissed me the first time he just made me..better.

I blush away from Peter, letting go of his face and walking back towards the door, "I'm going for my walk now."

"Alright. I'll have someone go fetch you,if it isn't myself , I got to make sure your orientation is still going on, that I'm not missing anything. " He smiled as I pulled the wooden door open and closed it behind me.

Peter

Moments after Emilie left I went into my closet and got out the bowl.

My heart was beating 100 miles a minute.

I felt the room spinning, my room, my home a mess. My mind numb.

I looked into the bowl and got out the rusty, bloody knife within it. I grabbed the knife with my right hand. Staring at the rusty blade, my brain pounded against my skull. This was a risky decision, only done once before.

Summoning a Siren.

I've been to the human world. There lots of ways summoning ghosts and such with Ouija boards and demonic cults trying to summon their lord. The most accurate representation of our kind, would be those two brothers who have that gay angel in at trench coat protecting them. I found it funny how that story went from killing demons and monsters to a love story between hunter and angel.

Summoning Siren's only requires one thing. The blood of those who they saved.

I dug the blade into my left palm.
Into my lifeline.
Grunting with the pain it gave me. I squeezed my hand over the sacred bowl and squeezed the blood from my hand into the bowl. I began to chant,

"Spiritus ex inferno , est quia vocare est , vocari Claraque Neverland , primum omnium Sirenum Sirenes . Dabo te in sanguinem absentem reponenda..,"

I wasn't sure if the ritual would work with me, but it was worth a shot. Only one person did this before
I don't know what to do or how to feel.
I needed guidance, I needed her guidance.
I then closed my eyes, as the next name slipped out as a whisper,

"Mary."