Black Heart

**Wow, I have so many ideas about this story and I have a really nice plot coming so hopefully you guys won't be disappointed. Thanks for the reviews!


Elanor looked down at the captain who laid injured in his bed. His sheets were stained with blood, but finally the blood flow was slowing down a bit. Elanor recalled how she tried to warn the captain, but he was stabbed by a wolf man. The dagger went through his arm and then the wolf men knocked the captain out. Fortunately, Hook's men were able to fight them off and bring the captain on the ship.

Elanor and Smee had to get expensive medicine from the Indian tribe in order to keep the captain alive. Elanor softly brushed back his hair from his face as tears filled her eyes. It's been a week and the captain hasn't opened his eyes yet. Elanor had cried the entire first day because she truly had thought he was going to die. His face was pale and there was so much blood gushing from his wounds.

Smee watched the girl from the doorway. He was worried about her. She hadn't slept in a week and she only ate small slices of fruit. She wasn't being stubborn though, she had tried to sleep, but she was too worried to do anything. At this rate the little lady is going to kill herself. You could see her body and spirit were down by the way she acteShe She never left the captain's side and at night he could hear her begging the captain to open his eyes. Truly pitiful and heart renching.


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Hook's P.O.V.


Hook winced slightly as his eyes were met by the stream of light coming from the window. He looked down at Elanor whose face was turned away from him. She was asleep kneeling next to the bed with her head laid near his hand. Hook closed his eyes as he recalled what happened. He gritted his teeth as he remembered the shock he had felt when that wolf man had slashed at his arm. How did that fight start again?

Ah, yes...that drunk bastard had said he had wanted Elanor. Why the hell did he care? Why did he become so consumed with rage that he couldn't think straight. How could he allow himself to act so weak and to be bested by a bastard dog breed? Hook laid there while his angry began to grow more and more.

Ever since Elanor had entered his life he began to act weak. He didn't take her yet...and why not? She was just a weak girl who he could easily overwhelm with his strength. His feelings that he had started to develp toward her was the reason he was lying injured on his bed. She was the reason he was almost killed and humiliated. She was causing him to act weak and he would not ac it it anymore. Captain Hook would never become vulnerable because of the fairer sex.

Angrily he shot out of his sleeping position, but he automatically felt a sharp pang in his arm. He left out a loud groan, but he remained sitting up in bed. Elanor eyes snapped open at the sound and she gaped at the Captain in surprise. She sat on the bed and began to bombard him with questions, "Are you all right? Are you hungry? Do you want me to get Smee?" Hook didn't answer any of her questions.

Elanor looked at him with confusion, but decided maybe he was too tired to be harassed by her so soon. Without saying anything she left the room. When she returned Hook was still in the same sitting position he was in before. Elanor approached him hesistantly with some food on a tray. She gently pushed the sheet away from his legs and placed the tray on his lap. "Captain, you should eat something...you need to gain your strength back and--"

Elanor didn't get to finish her sentence because the captain had thrown the tray against the wall. "You stupid bitch, what makes you think I want your help? Get out you little whore, before I beat you!"

Elanor's eyes were filled with shock and sadness at the harshness of his words. "But, captain why---" Without getting out of bed, Hook grabbed Elanor by her shirt and pulled her face to his own, "Are you so daft that you can't understand what I am saying? Leave now, you are trying my patience!" He threw he roughly onto the wooden floor and she landed hard upon the ground.

Elanor looked up at the captain who finally made eye contact with her. She stood up and Hook could see the exhaustion written on her face. He could see all the hurt he had caused her. All her worry, anger and sadness seeped into her voice as she yelled at him. "Do you know that I haven't slept because of your ungrateful hide? Can you imagine that I cried thinking that you were going to die?" Elanor's cheeks were wet with her tears, but she kept shouting, "I haven't slept of eaten anything because of you! I worried myself sick and what do I get for caring about you? First you insult me and then you mistreat me!" A broken sob escaped her throat and her voice cracked as she screamed, "I hate you! I wish you had died that night! At least I could have found a way home without you in my way!"

Elanor ran out onto the deck. The cool night air wrapped around her and Elanor went to the northern part of the ship to be alone. She sat on a wooden crate and cried onto the railing. Her soft sobs penetrated the silence around her. Suddenly she felt a hand brushing back her tears. Looking up she saw a boy that looked about 10 years old. Her eyes widened as she realized that he was flying. It...it can't be...

Peter Pan stood before her and his voice had a small bit of laughter in it as he asked, "Silly girl, why are you crying?"

Elanor told Peter, "These pirates have taken me captive...will you help me escape, please?" More tears fell to the ground as she said, "I don't like it here anymore." Peter laughed out loud and whistled softly...then a little fairy appeared from thin air.

Peter looked at Elanor and said, "Now, no more crying for you girlie...you look like someone I once knew." Peter conversed with the little fairy secretly. He swiftly turned to Elanor and said, "Okay think happy thoughts...you know, bugs, burping, icecream, choose whatever you want."

Elanor thought of the captain, but shook that depressing thought out of her head. She began to think of her home and she began to float. "Look, I'm flying!"

Peter laughed and smacked his forehead, "Well, duh, now follow me!" He grabbed her hand and they flew off into the starlit sky. Peter looked over at Elanor and said, "By the way, I'm Peter Pan" He pointed at the fairy and said "that's tinkerbell."


Elanor met his gaze and said, "I'm Elanor Darl---ugh Ela Elanor." Peter nodded his head and a few minutes later he looked back at her with a devilish smile on his face.

"Well, just Elanor, I hope you know some good stories to tell."