I spent the past two hours staring at my blank ceiling from my bed.
Everything about this stranger was confusing.

He just seems off.

I got up and stretched , swinging my legs over my bed and walked  to my closet looking for something red, maybe the dress I wore to my freshman Homecoming?

Its a bit revealing, I don't want him to think I'm a slut.

Going through my closet , hangers fell down on my head and clothes fell down on my arms.

That's when I saw my red dress.

My long sleeved red dress with a v - cut, just showing enough of my chest.

The dress was tight around the torso, and flowed from the waist down. It also had a little cut at the side.

My red high heel shoes were hooked on the slit on the chest thing.

I stripped down, taking off my bra, my boobs got cold. The things I do, is remarkable.

Would Peter even like this dress, for this date?
No, I wouldn't even consider this a date, just a really really great looking guy and a not so good looking girl, always ends well.

I put on my dress and looked at myself in the mirror.
"Great." I mumbled.

I put on lip gloss and a little mascara, is this too much?

I then walked over to my shelf and grabbed one of the high heel shoes and put it on.

A honking from outside startled me.

I looked at my alarm on my nightstand, it read 6:55, he was early.

I hurried and put the other shoe on and ran out of my bedroom.

I stopped in front of my front door to gather myself and opened it.  My heart was running so fast, my stomach felt uneasy.
Everything could fall apart.

I saw Peter resting against the hood of his car with his hands in his pockets.

He looked like a reaper.  Black suit, black dress shirt,black tie, black shoes. All accompanied by a red rose that was pinned to his jacket. My type of guy

I started walking towards him, picking up my dress,
our expressions remained expressionless.

I stopped in front of him as he stood up from the car.
He studied me for a moment, then put his thumb across my bottom and top lip, "Bare is better."

In the car I watched the sun go down over the cities horizon.

The thing about  The Opera House is that it  was 3 hours away in downtown Maine.

Peter turned one the radio,
Story of my Life played.
Peter started humming the tune of it.

"You know this song?" I said turning towards him.

He smiled at me, "I do," He said shyly,

"I hope I didn't cause a heart attack when I almost kissed you." He spoke lowly.

My heart was beating louder,
It was so loud that I was wondering if he could hear it, "It caught me by surprise."

"It did to me too, I wasn't expecting myself to do that."

I glanced over at him while he pulled into a parking lot by a bunch of buildings, "Well, I'm not her I guess."

Peter pulled into a parking space turning off the ignition, "You're right, you're much more than that."

Peter unlocked his door and got out.
I clicked my seat belt open releasing it. Peter opened up my door and I let out a small smile in response.

I got out of the car  , brushing my dress down as a cold wind hit my body. Like a wave of nerves.

"Where are we going from here?"
I said shivering.

"We got to go through some alley's to get there I hope you don't mind."

"I don't."

Peter touched the lower park of my back, "Come on."

My high heels clicked along the cement. It was the only sound you could hear, besides police cars and gunshots

This alley is small, very secluded. It gave me anxiety.

Going down the alley way a little further I could see a shadow of two men holding a guy by his arms  with a bag over his head.

"Shit," Peter mumbled, pushing me against the side of the brick wall behind a pipe, "Stay here."

"What do you know them?" I hissed at him.

He covered my mouths with his hand, "Don't make this more difficult then it already is, alright?"

Peter removed Hus hand biting his lip then  walking a few feet in front of me.

The men stepped closer,  One of the guys was blonde with blue eyes and a scar across his face. He was wearing a hooded cloak. The other one.. Looked just like Peter, but with blue eyes.
That must've been Tommy.

This absurd.

"Tommy , what are you doing?"  Peter said as Tommy and the other guy dropped the person in the middle on the ground.

"The Crow's knew we jumped. They couldn't find the girl, but they found Hook, the guardian.  I hope to God the girl is alive in your care, because this man wouldn't budge. He must've loved her so much."
Tommy said taking off the bag over the man's head.

Peering around the corner, my heart dropped, it had to have syopped beating.
It was my father, his dead green eyes wide open.

"No!" I screamed dropping to my knees in front of my father, a burning fire spreading through my knee.

I could feel my blood slowly gush out with the burn it gave me.

Tommy and the other guy jumped back in surprise.

I held my father in my lap, crying. I put my forehead against his.

He can't be dead,
There's no way he can be dead.
Bad things never happen to us, never. How? How is this possible?

"I can't watch this.." Felix said turning around holding his hand over his mouth.

"Is that..," Tommy said looking down at me. Tommy kneeled in front of me brushing the hair that fell in front of my face behind me,
"You did good Peter, You've found her. You must be Emilie, yes?"

I nodded letting out a cry then holding my hand over my mouth.

I felt Peter's hands stouch my shoulder. 
"Dont touch me!" I said pushing Peter off.

Peter sat beside me ignoring my request,  turning my face towards his once more. His eyes were were a dark yellow, "You are very important to our kind Emilie. We need to know-  "

"Are you here to kill me," I said pushing him to the ground, "I should've never gone out. I should've known that you are not true. "

Tommy stood up, "No, What was what to be true?"

Peter put his hand out,
"You're right, I haven't been completely honest with you, I did what I had to do, "

Peter let go of me and stood up,

"My name is Peter Pan, this my brother Thomas Pan, And my friend Felix.  You were born on Neverland 17 years ago. You are a combination of a Crow and a Vulture, very strong and pure. That's why you're blood is gold, because you may be the only female hybrid that was passed the gene of it. Making you powerful. Now, we need proof, if you die we know you're not the one, if you don't. I train you. But listen, I don't care if you don't know what I'm saying, but know were not going to kill you."

I looked at Thomas then back at Peter, "How mentally fucked up are you all?!  I'm not some fucking hybrid! I'm not gonna kill some innocent people for your satisfaction, Peter."

"We don't have time for this," Thomas said pulling something out of his pocket, a bean maybe and threw it on the ground creating something big, it looks like a huge whirlpool,
"You will be following our rules now. This land you live in is free right? Its nothing like this where we come from."

"Its not a choice Emilie," Peter said grabbing my arm making me stand, "You were born on my island, you belong to me."

I looked at my father , this is what he was talking about. The evil, the sinsister. It was him , it was Peter.

I closed my eyes, with
the last image I saw was my father's until a cloud of darkness filled my eyes.