Black Heart

Hey everyone!! I'm very very ver very very very very sorry about not updating! I've been having sooo many problems lately and it kinda made too sad to write and stuff. But i'm feeling better and i hope i can make it up to you guys : ) Well, on with the show!

Elanor sighed as she walked next to James back to the ship. Her hips felt very sore, but her spirit and heart were bursting with joy. She felt Jame's gaze at her and she tried to hide her smile, but she failed miserably. She latched onto his arm and continued to replay the passionate interlude they just had.
Hook smiled as he looked down at Elanor...she was obviously pleased with his performance. And he was definately pleased with her passionate response. How many times had he pictured the day when he would take this little troublesome, exasparating, bothersome...beautiful, sexy, kind, innocent, and loving creature and make her his? And now that she finally belonged to him he felt his little insecurities go away now that he knew she would never go anywhere. He promised himself that he would always protect her and do his best to make her happy. His thoughts were interrupted when the smell of smoke entered his nostrils. He looked up beyond the trees and saw the smoke swirling in the sky. He knew Elanor smelled it to and without a word they both ran back towards the ship. Hook skidded to a stop when the vision before him numbed his senses.
His ship was on fire, the sails were all toppled over, his his men were fighting with Indians. Then the crow of a rooster slowly pulled him out of his shock. He catched a glimpse of green as it flew up over the battle and laughed with delight. At it's side was a little fairy flitting to and fro. Anger began to built up in him and his violent side was clawing to get out and rip Peter Pan's heart out. He was about to lunge forward into battle when a hand stopped him. He looked down as he growled violently.
Elanor was about to laugh at that cute noise James just made...that is until she saw his ferocious expression. She became a bit frightened when she looked at him because his eyes were filled with hate. Elanor leaned up and stroked his cheek and some of that wild look disappeared from his eyes and he turned his face and kissed her palm gently.
Hook looked down at Elanor with guarded eyes. He loved her, but he wanted to go slit Peter's throat...Pan made him into a monster. The rage inside him wouldn't die until he vanquished his enemy. And he would never be able to tell Elanor he loved her until he took his revenge...he knew he couldn't be the man he wanted to be for her until all these demons were shed from his soul. His voice sounded umemotional when he said, "I have to go Elanor, let me go."
Elanor looked at him with concern and shook her head. No, I don't want you to get hurt. I love you, please don't leave me James...I couldn't bear it if something happened to you.!" Elanor began to cry and she clutched jame's shirt as she wept against him. Hook felt something in his heart twinge with guilt and sadness, but he slowly pulled away from Elanor and kissed her tears away. "I have to go Elanor. I'll come back to you, I promise..." He gave her one last kiss and began to run toward the battle as he brandished his sword. He promised himself he wouldn't look back at Elanor because he didn't want ose ose his resolve...he did end up looking back and before his vision of her was fully concealed by the smoke, he saw her tears running down her sweet face and his eyes locked with hers before everything around him became hazy...

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Peter Pan was having the time of his life! He made an alliance with the Indian tribe and they teamed up in order to fight against Captain James Hook. Fu but but he didn't see his ugly face anywhere. Peter watched ae mee men below him battled and he drew nearer to the ground to get a better look. Peter was engrossed in watching the battle before him when he felt a rock hit the back of his head soundly. Peter fell to the ground and he had a hard time getting focused as the blood began to pour down the back of his head. The pain began to spread and his heart gave a little lurch as a dark shadow descended upon him.
"My my...what do we have here?" Peter instantly regained his feet and drew his sword as he stared at Hook who was already in fighting position. Without any impromptu or declarations the two began to fight. Hook's attacks were refined and vicious, while Peter's were bold and daring. Hook felt exhilaration in his blood as he continued to drive Peter back...the hit on the back of Peter's head must have made him a little disoriented because his movement was a bit sluggish. Hook began to viciously use his claw to make long strokes across Peter's arms. Peter suddenly launched into an aggresive attack and he made a large gash across Hook's abdomen. Peter flew over Hook's head had hastily drew his sword down to get rid of the monster's head, but Hook evaded the attack by dodging to the side narrowly avoiding the edge.
While Peter was occupied watching Hook he didn't notice one of the pirates brandishing a small dagger. Peter's eyes widened in surprise as a sharp pain was felt in his back. The pirate who threw the knife ran awn fen fear and as Peter lost his concentration Hook found his chance. One blow was all that was needed to end his torment and his pain...One blow to make himself free. Hook raised his sword and was about to kill Peter when a small figure darted in front of his sword.
Courageous, lovely blue eyes stared back at him and he found himself staring at Elanor. Her body shielded Peter's and the sword was an inch away from her face. Hook's gaze turned deadly. "Move Elanor, or I'll kill you both!" "I won't let you hurt eachother James! It doesn't have to be like this!"
Hook pulled his sword away a little bit and roared, "Move the hell out of my way or you'll regret it!" Elanor felt a shudder pass up her spine, but she held her ground.
Elanor looked at Peter who was losing a lot of blood and he grimaced in pain. "Peter, call your comrades off. Leave her now and don't do this again..." When Peter continued to stare up at her Elanor yelled out, "Go before it's too late Peter!" Peter hastily flew to the sky and let out a shrill whistle. He spoke in a foreign language and all the Indians began to retreat into the trees.
Their were wounded pirates around Hook and Elanor, but the ignored everything around them. Elanor felt relieved that no one died, but that relief was short lived. She looked at Hook's eyes and she saw so much hate, angry, and even deeper still she saw a hint of hurt in his eyes. How she wanted to reach out and comfort him and explain to him her reasoning for letting him fall short of his revenge, but it was like their was a wall seperating them from one another. Hook lost his grip on his sword and let it fall to the ground. Elanor felt tears stream down her face as the silence between them grew longer. Hook gave her one final look before spatting out, "You're just like everybody else...I trusted you and you betrayed me...you took away my chance to redeem myself...I loathe the day I set eyes on you. You're just a backstabbing whore and fucking is all you will ever be good for!" Hook turned away from her and went into the dense forest. He began to slash at the leaves savagely with his hook and when he reached a clearing he sank down on his knees defeated as he let the rage inside him build up explosively.
Elanor on the other hand stood their in shock...she couldn't bve wve what she just heard. She coudnn't believe the man she loved was so cruel to her. She couldn't even stand the hate she felt from him...she didn't want him to look at her like she was a whore on the street. She felt as though he had slapped her and her legs collasped underneath her as she felt her heart breaking. She cried and rocked back in forth and her cries were filled with sadness and torture.
Rain began to pour from the sky and Elanor began to look up at the thunderstorm. She felt so alone and betrayed, but even when the darkness loomed around her she prayed that she had the strength to convince him of her intergrity and reason with him. None of her praying took away her pain as she went on the broken down ship and laid down and let exhaustion take over her body.