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Embracing Darkness	By : pegasus2704 Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 11148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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When she was sure Smee was out of earshot, Wendy raced over to the huge oak bureau and desk located off in the corner of the room. She began rifling through the drawers in an effort to find something, anything that could help her escape. In the top drawer of his desk, she found a jeweled knife that would suit her purpose. As she grasped the golden hilt with shaking hands, the plan began to knit itself together in her mind.Now she simply had to wait for Hook to return.
After nearly an hour of breathless anticipation, just when Wendy feared she might lose her nerve, she heard the key be inserted into the locked door. She quickly blew out the lantern and moved into position in the shadows. Arms above her head with the knife in her hands, she crouched off to the side of the doorway, poised to strike. The door opened slowly, and the captain entered the dark room. As she leapt to her feet, she plunged the knife downward with all her fury. With catlike reflexes, the Captain’s hook struck out at the knife and sent it flying through the air, while his good hand fastened itself around her arm, fingers biting into the soft skin of her forearm. Wendy cried out in pain and frustration as she was forced backwards. Hook began to laugh loudly, his features barely distinguishable in the shadows.
"You know, I would have been disappointed had you not attempted to kill me. I applaud your effort, my dear. Wildcat indeed." Incensed beyond reason, Wendy whipped around, and with her free hand slapped him hard across the face. Although she knew that it would only serve to infuriate him, she only felt a blinding need to try to hurt him, to cause him some sort of pain. After she made contact, her senses returned in full force and she drew back fearfully. Hook tightened his grip on her free arm and dragged her towards the desk. He pushed her down into the leather chair, then dropped her arm to light the lantern. When he turned back to her, his icy blue eyes were flashing dangerously.
"My lady, hasn't anyone ever told you that it is bad form to try to kill your host?" His deadly smile did not fade in the least, and his eyes communicated to her that anyone else would have been struck through the stomach and disemboweled with the hook for such an act.
"I am not and never will be your lady." Wendy ground out from behind clenched teeth. She waited a moment, trying to interpret the strange brightness behind Hook’s eyes. In an instant, Hook had her small form out of the chair and pinned up against a wall by her throat, his face only centimeters from hers.
"Do you really think that?" Hook asked threateningly, smile still intact. Wendy took in a deep breath, closing her eyes in hopes to alleviate the claustrophobia she felt pinned between his hard body and the wall. She shook her head yes, but all the forced bravado had left her. Hook laughed and released her, then walked to the other side of the room. She fell to her knees, gasping for air. To her horror further horror, she saw out of the corner of her eye that he was beginning to remove his clothing. Although he had the apparent decency to turn his back to her, she still caught a view of the sinewy muscles that rippled beneath the skin of his back. Scars littered his smooth hairless skin, but the view still reminded her of forms she had seen on statues in museums. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to force her eyes away from the sight but found that she could not. Hook turned around after removing everything but his pants and the slim leather straps that held his hook in place. "Everything all right my dear?" He asked her, almost teasingly.
Wendy flushed and turned away. She shakily got to her feet and sat down into the chair at the desk, placing her head in her hands. She was utterly confused. She hated this man with every fiber of her being, and yet she could not take her eyes from him, drawn like a moth to a flame. She was startled out of her thoughts when a hand suddenly grasped her shoulder. She felt the cold metal of the Hook settle at her waist and pull her to her feet. She spun and faced the wall, trying vainly to run as far from his as possible, but his firm hand kept her in place. When he came up behind her, she felt his breath on her neck, her knees nearly buckled in fear. She stared at the wall, praying desperately it would swallow her up. She could feel his hard chest behind her back, through the flimsy material that was her shift. All that protected her was the thin cotton fabric.
"Never seen a man undress before? My my, we are still young aren’t we?" Hook whispered quietly in her ear. Wendy began to tremble as tears formed in her eyes. Still from behind her, Hook leaned forward again as if to whisper something in her ear, but then planted a soft kiss on her shoulder. He slid the strap of her shift off of her shoulder, and kissed along her shoulder blade, so tantalizingly soft that Wendy could just barely feel it. She shuddered, fearing what was to come next. Sure enough, the cold steel of the hook embedded itself in the fabric on the back of her dress, and sliced through the damaged material with little resistance. The shift fell off of her frame and landed on the floor. Still, Wendy faced the wall, flushing pink with embarrassment. With her eyes locked shut and her spine completely rigid, Wendy was willing herself not to cry.
Just when she felt she could not hold the tears back any longer, she felt a soft robe placed over her naked body. Hook wrapped it around her, feeding her arms through the sleeves one after another as if he were dressing a child. After her arms were through, Hook reached around her and tied the strap on the robe, and then slowly spun her around to face him. He reached up to with his good hand to brush a stray hair off of her face, and then trailed his hand down along her cheek.
"All grown up now. Wendy, do you have any idea how beautiful that you are?" She turned her head away, blinking the hot tears from her eyes. Her entire body still trembled. She was furious with herself for showing such weakness.
"You really have nothing to hide from me. I have committed many crimes in my life, but I have never taken a woman against her will. I certainly do not plan to start with you." He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face back to meet his gaze. "Look at me Wendy. What do you see?"
"I see a cold blooded killer" She spat out, meeting his eyes as some of her spirit returned to her.
"I suppose that you would." He said softly, almost sadly. In his eyes Wendy saw a flicker of something vulnerable, something more human than Wendy had though him capable of, just for a moment. His jaw then tensed, and whatever she saw was gone. With that he turned and walked the several strides distance it was to the bed. When he reached it, he turned and faced her once again. "You will sleep here." He said evenly. Although his voice was soft, his tone gave no room for argument. Wendy opened her mouth to retort, but realized she had probably reached the limit of what she could say that night without inviting violence. She knew that he would most likely drag her if she refused.
Her shoulders dropped, and she looked at the floor, padding silently over to the bed. Hook turned down the bedsheets, and watched her climb in before blowing out the lantern. He sat down on the bed, and then settled down on his back for a few moments, while she lay on her side and faced the wall. After a moment though, he rolled onto his side and settled his arm down lightly upon her waist. Although she stiffened, he made no sign of removing it. Despite her discomfort with his nearness, Wendy could not fight sleep any longer. Her last thought before she succumbed to dreamless slumber was the wish that this all would turn out to be nothing more than a terrible dream.
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