I stepped away from my brother, "I'm not fighting you Tom, not like this no."

He smiled at me astonished, putting his hands in his pockets. "You haven't called me Tom since..before mom died."

The fire,
The killing,
The war,
All flashed through my head. It was our fault, yet it wasn't.

I reached down on the ground grabbing Thomas" cape, grabbing the rough fabric within my hands and threw it at him as he caught it,
"I-We spent our lives like this..fighting. I don't have the heart to kill you, brother."

He nodded, pulling me into a 3 second embrace, then pulled away.
The only compassion he's ever shown in years.
It still meant the world to me.

But it was true, I didn't have the heart to kill my brother, because I know he'd kill me first. His heart is fearless, only showing love to those who deserve it. One little step at a time.  He wasn't filled with Lust. He was filled with truth. And sometimes, on a rare occasion,
He'll tell it.

I never have known what he thought about, or what he knew.
'When the time is right' he always said.
My big brother.

Turning back towards the tree house, I walked at a quicker pace. As thunder abrupted in the sky.
It hadn't rain since I left, I suppose. My first night back and already a storm.
Must be luck, it wasn't my doing.

I reached over towards the wooden door , pulling it open, just to be greeted by an angry girl with a piece of pointy wood in her hand.

She ran towards me , swinging at me with something.
Almost hitting my arm.

I grabbed her wrist before she could fall to the floor, I grabbed her wrist behind my back and squeezed it just enough for her to let go.
Girls, so easy.

I swung her body around, grabbing her other wrist pinning her against the wall.

3 feet, 3 feet into my home. And I've already been attacked.

The door slammed close, due to the wind that began picking up outside.

When I turned back towards Emilie. I didn't see anger in her eyes, or regret. I saw hurt. She was hurting, tears were forming in her eyes.
Glassy.
Making my heart indeed, cry a little.

I let go of her wrists immediately. 
She plopped onto my chest.
Her hands cold, resting on my bare chest as well.
Her head buried under my neck, for comfort.
She began crying.

I hadn't been a situation like this, in a long, long time. Not since Mary.

I swore I went something similar to this. Must've been a dream or something.
Female emotions confuse me.
They want you to hold them, but tell you they dont want you to touch them and get mad when you walk away.

But her..she just want to be held.

One thing I knew about girls, was than they feel more than they have to. That they expect us to be perfect and possessive in a good way.
Not claiming them, but just enough to make them know that they were mine, no, wanted.

I wrapped my arms around her, resting my cheek against her head.

I don't know why she was so open for me to see her body, or for me to cut her long beautiful hair.

I dont know why she let me change her.

"What do I do?" She whimpered  into my chest . 
As she lifted her head just long enough for me to feel the wet tears on my chest.

My heart started beating rapidly.
I know she could feel it.

I pressed my lips to her hair, astonished by the words I just said, "I am going to protect you. You aren't to worry about one thing."
She indeed, made me weak.

"My fath-" she sobbed into my chest.

I held her a little tighter,
"I know he was your father, Em. But at the same time he wasn't,"
I could feel her body tense on me,
"I intend to find your biological father. I can feel your love, in your heart."

Her body relaxed. Easing into mine once more, "You tricked me, but I feel drawn to you. Like I've known you for years-"

"You need rest." I said cooing her, letting her go. 
She was just like her.

I put my arm around her back, resting my hand on her waist guiding her to my bed once more.

"I feel empty. I feel trapped with luxury. You're really Peter Pan. And I'm just existing."
She said going to the left side of the bed. I stopped in my tracks watching her lay on my bed, closing her eyes.

She was defeated. She didn't want to fight, she didn't want to talk about her father. She was just done.
I don't blame her, she let her guard down so easily. I didn't even have to do anything.

She fell into my arms, the one that kidnapped her, the one that claimed her, and she doesnt really know me.

She probably wants to die. She probably gave up.
That's why I need to protect her, a siren.

Her mother would be so proud, yet so ashamed.
Poor Mary.

I walked over to the opposing side of the bed and laid in it. Putting pillows in between us.
Mary left a very difficult task on my shoulders.

Mary was my best friend, the least I could do for her would be to protect her daughter.

I couldn't protect Mary, She was wreck less.  She got knocked up by some guy she rarely knew, still don't know his name.

After that.. Emilie came into the world, while Mary killed herself.

I closed my eyes, pressing my face into the pillow.
I didn't want to think anymore.

This is bullshit.
I don't need to test my power and my loyalty to my boys. They'd be all dead if it weren't for me.. and Thomas.
But then again, this originally is my island.
I can dominate and ruin my brother. The only person I've ever loved dear enough to fight.
Everything is a blur to me.
I will not, rage.

I turned away from Thomas. I could feel my bones in my face want to change.  I feel the heat in my chest. I wanted to break Emilie's face, this was all her fault.
I'm not fighting my brother, I won't abuse my role as a leader. I could end everything and no body knew that.

Thomas grabbed my shoulder, turning my body towards him, "Mary wouldn't want this."

I lost it.
I felt my darkness take control.
I felt my bones shift, I felt my tattoo grow into the dark wings that once inked my back.
My wings, my burden, showed now.

My eyes became sun yellow.
I felt other eyes watching me, my boys.
"Come settle with me! Fight me, right here. Right now! I'm ending this." I snarled at Thomas.

Thomas' face went  blank, his hand still extended.  His eyebrows furrowed. He looked around at the lost boys that surrounded us in a circle.   His gaze then stopped,
stopped at Wendy.
"Peter what are you doing?" Wendy said, tears forming in her eyes.

I took a deep breath out.
What was I doing? 

"You all tried to test my authority. You all thought that this,"
I pointed at Thomas,
"this fool and I wouldn't be coming back. That we weren't.."
My voice caught.  I looked at Thomas, who's blue eyes turned black.
His wings still inked onto his back. My words didn't mean anything to me. They just came out.

"Brother." Thomas' voice faded.
With a jolt of deep and loud thunder.

My eyes shot open, I sat up in my bed. 
Had everything been a dream?

It was. That's all it was, a dream.

Meaningless.
I looked over seeing Emilie asleep. Her arm resting close to her face with her face turned to the aide and her body under the covers.
She looked peaceful,  as if nothing could disturb her.
She didn't know what I knew about her.
She didnt know the truth.
She was indeed not a dream.

My wooden door creaked open, with a dark shadow walking in.
"Who's there?" I whispered loudly.

Looking over at Emilie to make sure she was still asleep.
And she was.
A light snore that came from her, made me jump a bit. 

"Brother."

Thomas.
Thomas said walking towards me. He wore a white shirt and gray sweatpants we got from Old Navy, from the magic less world.
He sat beside me on my bed, making the bed creak.

"Careful." I sneered at Thomas.

"You know I was trying to sleep, when all of a sudden," He whispers loudly, "I saw a vision of your dream which fucking caused the weather to turn into a hurricane on both sides of our island."

My dreams and Thomas' are the same. When either one of us fall asleep first, one of us dreams while the other see's a vision.
If I dreamt about falling off a cliff, he would see it.  If he had a dream about boning a girl, I would see it.
Its a win/win, except when it's a nightmare..
We have nightmares a lot.

Each topic varies. Sometimes he dreamt about my mother and our life before.
Which would piss me off because that is one of the few things I don't want to remember.

I looked at Emilie then back at Thomas,
"She's drained, man. The last remaining Siren. We shouldn't put her through this-"

"We have to. If something happens to her, You and I are fucked.  Mary saved our lives.. This is the last thing we got left of her. Without Emilie Neverland wouldn't exist."

I sighed, what he said was true.  Her mother, made this island. This was her island. The ruler, the queen. Whatever you'd like to call it.

No matter how many times she slept in someone else's bed or seemed normal, I never got why she chose to breed.
Which would make Emilie...

"Yeah," Thomas interrupted my thoughts, "Your not-girlfriend girlfriend  is the rightful heir of this island. She's in control."

"Since when-," We looked over seeing Emilie roll around groaning, just for her to fall in a deeper sleep, "have you ever given a shit about my friend? Everyone here thought she was my girlfriend. Even you! I was protecting her, it was my job. Protecting her," I gestured with my head towards Em, "Gives me purpose. I spent 15 years looking for this girl, for her mother. I'm not losing her."

Thomas stood and scoffed, "You're growing weak towards this girl."

"She's hurting, she does..something to me."

I had to admit it, being with Emilie was my escape.
A girl's perspective is a very very dangerous thing.

I spent my life studying the humans in the other world. None of them interested me, not one of them.
Until I found Emilie,
She was different. Her brown eyes were like golden to me.

"Alright," Thomas walked towards the door, "Training starts tomorrow, train your girl correctly."