I sat alone on the nearly vacant bus, heading home from a visit to the movies with my friends. The sky outside the windows was unusually black and the air reeked of something unnatural. The lights within the bus were dim and flickering, the soft white noise that emitted from the bulbs disturbed the silence.

A shadow danced across the floor and passed over my face. I looked up quickly, slightly alarmed. I relaxed almost at once. A thin, slightly handsome boy gave me an impish grin before sitting down in the seat across from me. "I didn't mean to scare you," he said silkily, in a tone that let me know that he indeed had been trying to scare me. There was something about him that seemed familiar. I wondered if I had seen his face before, though for some reason he just seemed like a reminiscent of a dream.

"Do I know you?" he added, his fingers playing with the toothpick protruding from his lips.

"No," I said, frowning. "I don't usually make a habit of talking to strange boys on the bus."

A smile tugged at his mouth. "Well, then," he said, "I'm Peter Pan."

"Wendy," I replied evenly. There was no way I was giving my last name to some random creep at midnight.

He leaned forward into the light. I could see that his red-brown hair was a mess and his eyes were wide and green. It was strange, for although I had the feeling he was several years older than me, something about him seemed so…young.

"It's nice meeting you, Wendy," he told me, his eyes unblinking.

Okay, this guy was really starting to freak me out. The next time the bus stopped, I was leaving. As if to answer my wishes, the bus shuttered to a stop. I rose quickly. "Well," I said, a little too cheerfully, "that's my stop."

"How extraordinary," said Peter Pan with a small smirk as he stood up, "it's mine too."

Well, then.

"Wait," I said, scrunching up my face in a confused kind of way. "I think I was mistaken…My stop is the next one. I knew the ride hadn't been quite long enough…I haven't slept much lately and the times get confusing."

"How tragic," said Peter, never taking his eyes off of mine. "If you'd like, I'll walk you home and make sure you don't fall asleep in the middle of the road."

Drat, this leech was unrelenting.

"No, really I'm fine," I assured him. "I think I'll manage. Now, you might want to get off before the bus takes off ag-" As if on cue, the bus started off down the road.

"What bad luck," Peter declared, looking quite cheerful. "I guess I'll have to get off at the next stop."

How extremely convenient.

I sat back down on the dirty, cushioned bench. Peter remained standing, holding onto the handrail that ran along the length of the ceiling. He was watching me with an unfathomable look on his face. "Where are you from? If I didn't know any better I'd say you sounded a little like a Brit-"

"London," I replied, cutting him off. "I moved here five years ago."

"Is that so?" he asked, frowning slightly. "I've been there a couple of times."

Maybe that's where I've seen him from.

"How old are you?" Peter asked me, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Would you like to know where I live and what my social security number is too?" I asked, not caring how rude I sounded.

His eyebrows were in danger of disappearing into his hair. "Perhaps a credit card number too?" He cracked a smile. I, however, did not.

"Perhaps you wouldn't mind if I sat closer to the driver," I told him icily, standing up. "It was a pleasure talking to you."

"By all means," he said, an irritating smile still curling at his mouth as he allowed me to pass him. Just as I was making my way to the front of the bus, I suddenly realized he was following me. I spun around and looked him in the eye.

"You are so annoying!" I told him furiously. "Can't you take a hint? I don't want to talk to you!"

The bus came to a halt. Peter Pan's grin slid from his face. "This is my stop, remember?"

I burned in embarrassment as he slowly passed me to thank the driver. Just as he was walking down the steps, he looked over his shoulder and said casually, "It was a pleasure talking to me, huh? Right. I suggest you make your feelings known for future conversations, Wendy. Excuse me, I was only trying to pass the time." He stepped out onto the curb, the door closing behind him.

"Wait," I told the bus driver. "I need to get off here." He opened the door again and I followed after the strange stalker boy. "Peter!" I called, watching his dark figure walking rapidly down the dimly lit sidewalk. "Peter, wait!"

The boy stopped, adjusting his black leather jacket. He slowly turned around and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for me to catch up with him. "What?" he asked wearily, sounding annoyed.

"I'm sorry," I told him earnestly. "I just…I just thought you were going to rape me or something."

"Clearly," he seethed, turning around to keep walking.

"I said I was sorry!" I called after him. He didn't even stop. "Fine!" I shouted. "Be stubborn! You can't blame me for being cautious on a New York City bus!" I suddenly became aware that I was hollering like a lunatic in the dead of night. Who knew what kind of danger could be lurking nearby? I looked around, seeing absolutely no one in any direction. There weren't even any cars out in the street. And here I was thinking this place was supposed to be a city that never sleeps.

What a lie that was.

The street light above me flickered. I looked warily up at it, watching the moths bumping into bulb. That was when the light cut out, leaving me in total darkness.

Don't panic, don't panic, don't-

Something streaked pass my leg.

PANIC.

I screamed bloody murder and took off running, my foot colliding with something soft and hairy. Of course, that made me scream even more and the only thing that stifled the astounding noise escaping my lips was the cold, dirty concrete. If I had thought it was dark before, my closed eyelids proved I was wrong as I fell out of consciousness. The last thing I heard were the pounding footsteps headed in my direction and the dull buzz of the light turning back on.

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A/N: Ok so this is my first Peter Pan fanfic. Tell me what you think.