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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any and all songs used belong to their respective owners.

Chapter List
- 1-Ignorance is Bliss
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Season Two: Knowledge is Power
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-Season Three: All Good Things
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-43
- 44-44
- 45-45
- 46-46
- 47-47
- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
- 56-56
- 57-57
- 58-Season Four: To Those who Wait
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62
- 63-63
- 64-64
- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 71-71
- 72-72
- 73-73
- 74-74
- 75-75
- 76-76
- 77-77
- 78-78
- 79-80
- 80-81
- 81-82
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Neverland—Past
Pan lets out a shuddering breath, watching Tiger Lilly for any kind of reaction. The Chief's daughter stares at him with hooded eyes, her lips kiss-swollen and a little bruised from their earlier activities; her dark hair is no longer in its neat braids, her headband laying on the ground a few feet away from her. "That was..." She trails off breathlessly, pulling his lips back to hers again and running her thin fingers through his hair. There is no denying that the Princess is beautiful even at the young age of fifteen, just as he was at sixteen. She allows him to lay her down on the cave floor, the hand not keeping him from crushing her wandering down to squeeze her hip. "Peter."
"Mm," he groans, trailing his lips from hers down to her neck and then to the sensitive spot located where her neck and shoulder meet. Tiger Lilly gasps, her nails digging painfully into his shoulders as she arches into him. Her head tilts to the side, giving him easier access to her neck. This had been going on for nearly a year now with only Rumple knowing what was going on between the pair. Well, he knew part of it, but Pan kept a vast majority of his plan hidden from his best friend.
Rumple was growing attached to these savages and wouldn't want to see them hurt no matter Pan's opinions. Pan wanted them wiped out, knew that Neverland could be all his if he could just get rid of the Indians. The Shadow would be under his command and no other's. Perhaps he would let Tiger Lilly live until he grew bored with her, she would make a nice distraction, but according to the Shadow, she is not the girl that is meant to survive. The girl he's meant to keep has yet to be born and she wouldn't be born for twenty-three years and it would be another forty-three years before it was time for her to join him. She had a strange name, Aveena or something of the sort.
Neverland—Present
I look up as Pan walks into my room, swinging my necklace around in boredom. "Your nephew should be here soon," he informs me with another of his signature smirks, pacing my room and using his magic to make my necklace disappear. When I say nothing, he walks over and grabs my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. There's a malicious glee in his blue eyes, he enjoys being rough with people. "You've not spoken a word since I brought you here."
I stubbornly keep my mouth closed, not giving him the pleasure of hearing me yell. This protest has earned me a few punishments, but I won't give in to him. Pan opens his mouth to speak, but chooses not to when the Shadow flies in through the window, floating a few feet away. "A few hours," it rasps. Time works so differently here, a few hours on Neverland could be minutes in Storybrooke. Pan nods, the Shadow disappearing back out into the night.
"Your nephew will save Neverland, he will become a Lost Boy, and you will become the very first Lost Girl." He laughs, shoving me backwards on the bed and walking out. I'm not the first Lost Girl, I'm the second if you count Wendy. How long until he grows tired of me after I become useless? He'll kill me eventually and it'll probably hurt like hell before the end comes and death snatches me away. I tried to run again a few days ago, snuck out the window and made it all the way to the Echo Caves by myself before Felix tackled me to the ground.
There's no way off this island if Pan doesn't want you to leave. I look down at the bracelet I was wearing when I was dragged here, the silver Phantomhive crest and blue diamonds set at even intervals giving me some comfort. This was my birthday present from Regina and Henry—it had no magical properties so Pan let me keep the small piece of home. The outfit I'd had on was burned or buried and replaced by a dark green dress that stopped a little bit above my knees with a strange corset that went on the outside of my dress, and a pair of matching boots similar to Pan's.
It would be cute under different circumstances, but as it is, I hate it. It's not even a color that looks good on me! I'm more of a pale green or dark peach, but not dark green. The straps of it are thin and resemble spaghetti straps, the material of it doing nothing to keep the cold at bay, so I spend most of my time in my room with my blanket pulled up to my chin. Pan found it amusing to find different ways to embarrass me, usually sending me heated looks was enough to bring a blush to my cheeks.
Stupid, smug, little bastard! I scowl, bringing my pillow up to my face and letting out a frustrated scream. This place sucks more than I remember. I roll onto my side, staring at the door and wondering what was going on outside. Ever since my third escape attempt, I've been confined to my room and only allowed to leave it to bathe or go to the bathroom. "Miss Veena." The whisper comes from the window and I find one of the younger boys peaking inside. "The bigger boys are gone."
"If they're gone then why are you at my window, Edric," I ask with a laugh. The seven year old grins sheepishly, climbing inside. He's been here for two years and is the youngest of the Lost Boys—taking an immediate liking to me because I reminded him of his Aunt. "What's up, Kiddo?"
"I'm scared." He's still whispering and I'm halfway convinced that either he's not able to speak above a whisper or he's just too scared to. "The other boys are gone and the dark is scary." He climbs in bed with me, his pale blonde hair almost seeming to glow in the twilight. Edric has the looks of an angel with rosy cheeks, perfect Cupid's bow lips, and a small build. He clings to me tightly, his head resting just under my chin. It reminds me of the nights I babysat Henry and had to lay down with him to get him to sleep.
"It'll be okay, Edric, I've got you." I hold him closely, rubbing soothing circles on his back and humming a song.
"My auntie used to sing to me." He looks up at me with big, brown eyes and a pleading expression that not even the most heartless person could say no to. I give a dramatic sigh, making the little boy giggle and snuggle closer to me.
"Come stop your crying it will be alright. Just take my hand, hold it tight—I will protect you from all around you, I will be here, don't you cry. For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm. This bond between us can't be broken—I will be here, don't you cry 'cause you'll be in my heart. Yes, you'll be in my heart; from this day on, now and forever more." Edric is fast asleep now, snoring slightly with his mouth open.
That's the song that used to get Henry asleep, the only song that really worked as Regina and I quickly discovered. He was such a fussy baby back then and now he's a strong boy. It's weird how fast he's grown up, almost enough to make me feel old, but not quite. Shaking away the thoughts, I gather Edric up in my arms and carry him down to his pallet at the base of the tree—pulling his thin blanket up to his chin. "Love you, Miss Veena," he whispers, rolling onto his side and grasping his stuffed bunny.
"I love you too, little man." I sit by him a few more minutes, ignoring the cold for the most part as I look after my new friend. "Henry," I whisper, looking out at the jungle," be safe wherever you are." Shivering, I walk back up to my room, sliding the curtain that serves as a door shut behind me and curling up on my small bed. It's twin-sized, but Papa had me used to sleeping in a queen-sized bed, so I often found myself perched on the very edge or in the floor when I woke up. I grab my blanket, covering up again and curling up into a ball, wishing Pan had let me keep my jacket at least. I snuggle deeper into the bed, the blanket covering my entire body.
At least he took me here while I have long hair and not back when I'd had it cut so that it stopped at my shoulders; right now it stops just under my breasts and kept the back of my neck toasty warm. I hope I don't catch a cold while I'm here, there's no medicine and I might end up going postal. A noise outside makes me sit up and look out my window, spotting Pan and Henry standing at the bottom of the tree.
"Come on, boys," Pan shouts, the Lost Boys surrounding them. "Let's play."
It's short, but I couldn't think of anything else to put in the first chapter for season three.
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