1 comments/ 4333 views/ 4 favorites Neverland Dark Nights By: BrainVamp Foreword: I'm going to shock a couple of you around there but I have to confess something. I'm not a big fan of Walt Disney's work of sweetening/softening/censoring the classics of juvenile literature. Peter Pan was written by J.M. Barrie and is a harsh tale on refusing to grow old, on the different figures of womanhood and ruthlessness of children. In the end Hook dies killed by Peter who will take his place as the captain of the pirate ship because good cannot exist without evil (which is another theme of Barrie's novel, you don't get to live happily forever after). My Pan is inspired by Barrie not by the cartoonist from Chicago. It is also a tale for Erotic Vampires lovers and therefore if you have stumbled upon this page by mistake and are not ready to go for adult themes such as sex, murder and violence I'd go back if I was you. A few years ago a French (or was he Belgian?) comic book writer, named Régis Loisel, made an much more mature adaptation of the book and I can only recommend you all to have a look at it if you ever get the chance. I love his Tinkerbell and I was thinking about her when writing. Please also take in account that this story was written by an Englishman at the beginning of the last century (XXth). The conformist way of speaking about the Native Americans was not a big hit at the time so please don't assault me on this. I just can hardly speak about Native Americans in Neverland. Consider that the "Indians" are like any other creature in Neverland made of the dreams of children and are more of a fantasy associated to adventure rather than a persecuted minority in the actual US. So please accept the fact that I'll be speaking of red-skins and Indians as a poetic license. ***** 1. Encounters Tinker Bell is sitting on the higher most pick of the mountains of Neverland. She is in a foul mood. All fairies, because of their size, are only able to experience one feeling at a time and they tend to take those to heart. She feels anger because Peter is now the Pirate Captain and in contact with is new merry companions he is actually growing old. When the English girl left back to her hometown the never aging kid changed. Pan's formerly soft cheeks are covered by an irregular nascent beard. His voice has changed too, from time to time, when he is shouting or excited his voice breaks. The sound he makes reminds her of the screeching of a fork against a pan. With Hook gone for good and the lost boys found again he moved away from the fairies. He left the little clearing they used to call home and he's now living on the Jolly Rodger. Most of his free time is spent with that redskin twat. Free time, come on, the notion is actually an aberration when talking about Peter. She's pretty sure that what she heard a couple of nights ago when she flew around the tipi of the Indian princess weren't laughs The thought infuriates her but when a shooting star crosses the sky she realizes that the night has fallen and that she will have to fly back to Pixie Hollow in the dark. Her anger is replaced by subtle fear. She unfolds her tiny dragonfly wings and jumps off the rock she's sitting on. A strong south wind rises, pushing her back towards the mountain. She takes out her bag of stardust to power up her flight but something hits her and sends her flying into some bushes. Pestering in the chiming language of fairies she emerges from the mountain range to find herself in front of an enormous bat. There shouldn't be any bats in Neverland. All things on the island are made of dreams and bats are the stuff of nightmares. Tinker Bell has encountered some while flying in the world of humans but never in Neverland. This particular bat is different, its figure is vaguely human, a sculptural but crude female form to be more precise; its fangs, dripping saliva, are particularly big, its grey fur is covered with dark stains. It looks very hungry and it seems that Tinker Bell might be on the menu. As the bat jumps for her she takes off dodging it. The creature is on her tail, she tries a couple of maneuvers but it sticks to her like a gum to a shoe on hot day in the summer. For a moment she looses it in the trees but as soon as she feels safe it's on her back again. She flies and flies all around the mountain but the bat gains on her as she grows tired. She can hear the leathery flapping of the wings behind her. She can sense the tiny claws reaching for her ankles. All that she feels at that moment is terror; she's never felt so much horror. Not so far in front of her are the Great Plains, if she can make it there she'll hide in the tall grass, if she makes it... But she doesn't. The animal grabs her in its claws ripping her tiny clothes in the process and drags her towards the moon in the night sky. Caught under the beast she's unable to move. She screams and screams but her voice is covered by the flapping of the gigantic wings. The monster looks at her and draws her nearer to its saliva dripping muzzle. She can feel the fangs of the creature tearing her apart, feasting on her flesh and blood, but where there should be pain there is only a new sensation. A feeling Tinker Bell has never experienced, a feeling of warmth growing in her guts, in her loins, in her tiny vagina. She screams even more but now it's for something else. As life abandons her little carcass, she drops the tiny bag of stardust she's holding, sparkling too generously the creature and then she's free, falling towards the ground... Propelled by the stardust, an astonished vampire bat flies toward the horizon; the amount of fairy dust it's been dosed with guarantees him to fly for a long time, a long long time. It might land, someday, or not... But something is sure; in the future it will avoid at all costs this strange Island, second to the right, and straight on till morning. When Tinker Bell opens her eyes, everything is dark around her. She tries to move but her whole body seems wrapped in some kind of cocoon. She kicks and punches until her tiny fingers start reaping the paper-like fabric. The night is much older now but the morning and the sun are still far away below the horizon. As she frees herself from the cocoon around her she starts pestering. The sound she makes is different, huskier, deeper. She stops. She speaks again, her voice has changed. She kind of likes it. She feels it somehow makes her more powerful, she feels that now her opinion will be taken in account by her sisters, that her queen will stop seeing her as an immature childe, that Peter will have no choice but to listen to her. She grins... Peter... As she evokes the never aging kid, she realizes that her feelings towards him have changed, oddly it makes her mouth water. She tries to jump to fly away but her wings won't respond as they used to. She falls disgracefully into a puddle. She stumbles around fulminating even more before stopping abruptly. She looks at the water and a funny looking little fairy is looking back at her. She has tiny bat wings, tiny claws; her tiny eyes reflect a hunger burning with more dedication than the tar pits of Saddam. The Demon looks back at Tinker Bell smiling. From the tiny mouth a pair of tiny fangs stands out. The face of the creature looks terribly familiar, the fairy now smiling even more touches her body. Her breasts have grown bigger, her ass is firmer. Enjoying the view of her new self, she rubs a finger against her twat finding it all wet. She can't restrain a moan. From the pleasure, her fangs extend a little more. She knows exactly where she'll put them next. 2. Tricky Pixie, bloody Pixie The task of the Queen of the fairies is a tedious one as she is the mother of all the pixies in her colony. Like every night, Baby Bell, Queen of Pixie Hollow, is tending to the eggs, the newborns and the youngsters. With each child born in the human world a new Fairy comes out of an egg somewhere in one of the many fairy colonies. The fairy will reach maturity in a matter of months, the time for the human child to reach consciousness and start to dream. Two hundred years ago the fairy people used to live in the many forests of the World. Hiding from human eyes, they thrived on the lore and beliefs of the commoners showing themselves only to the most adventurous children to keep their legend alive. Peace was guaranteed by an unspoken pact between the folklore people and the Large as they called the humans in that time, and it was good. But when industrial revolution turned upside down the world of the Large, it became obvious to the fairies that they needed to find more secluded hiding places. Many colonies relocated north where the winter is long and cold and where humans are few, but her great grandmother had managed to find this island, the island of children's dreams and all was good again. After covering the last batch of eggs with compost, Baby Bell decides to retire to her nest in the largest oak of the clearing. As she leaves the large cavity where her hatchlings rest, she spots a dim red light in a remote and dark corner of the glade. Curious, like any other fairy, she flies closer to have a look. She discovers a strange creature who is observing Pixie Hollow. From a distance it looks pretty much like a female fairy except for a few odd features; she has leathery bat wings, her skin is of the color of the moon, her forms are more mature, more provocative than the childish curves of the pixies and the glow she emits is dark red, blood red. Baby Bell is amazed by this new species of folklore she has never seen before. She's admires its beauty wondering what kind of legend she emerged from. As she approaches, the queen salutes the creature welcoming her to Pixie Hollow and offering her to stay for the night. The little devilish pixie turns revealing her face. Baby Bell stops, astonished. The creature has the traits of one of her more preeminent subjects, the fairy of the never aging child, Tinker Bell. The creature passes her pointy tongue over her ruby lips. Sensually, she flies towards her queen. The devilish fairy flies around the petrified queen. The flaps of her large wings send the monarch bumping to the ground. Tinker Bell lands by the side of her queen. Her folded wings now look like two very large threatening horns. She kneels by Baby Bell gently stroking her trembling cheek. Her eyes now glow with a ravenous light. Tinker Bell grabs Baby's chin forcing her to turn her head to the side. Tinker's fangs extend reflecting the light of the moon. With her tongue she leaves a long trail of cold saliva on her queen's neck. At the mercy of the tiny devil, Baby Bell shivers. She feels both excited and terrified. The mouth closes on her neck sending a wave of orgasmic lust into the queen's guts. Baby Bell starts to pant. Tinker Bell scraps her fangs against the tender skin and slides a hand under Baby's skirt softly caressing the royal lower lips. Mature fairies aren't sexually active creatures; they pass a short period of sexual frenzy when the child they're connected to goes through the self discovery phase. During that trying period the fairies are sent in exile in some remote area for as long as it lasts and it usually doesn't. Baby Bell, as a Queen, has lived for a very long time and she hardly remembers her exile, but she knows that what she's feeling now has nothing to do with the purity of innocent pleasure she felt overwhelmed by at that time. The pleasure she's experiencing now is riddled with perversion. As Tinker Bell continues kissing her neck she starts to cry. Tinker Bell withdraws from the neck leaving a long string of saliva and licks the tears from her queen's cheeks. She lifts her head as her fangs grow even longer and strikes on Baby's neck. Simultaneously, her fingers part the now moist lips and penetrate the pussy of her queen. Baby gasps for air as she's overwhelmed by the mixed sensation of extreme pleasure and extreme pain. The sucking on her neck and the pumping on her intimacy washes away any scraps of will to resist she might have had and she abandons herself to her new mistress. As she exits her cocoon she notices that the clearing is particularly dark. The glow of her subjects' lights normally cast a vivid brightness at night in the glade. It's as if they were fading away. Here and there small dark red dots start appearing like bloody stars in an early doomsday evening sky. Tinker Bell must have already moved on to bring more sisters into the fold. She smiles spreading her wings, and flies off towards a one of the remaining lights. She enters a small cavity; it's the usual resting place of her daughter Bell End, a not so bright, figuratively speaking, fairy. Inside, the little pixie is sleeping tightly on her flower bed. Baby Bell slips next to her child taking care not to wake her up. The heat of her offspring makes her realize for the first time how cold she must be now. She pushes Bell End's hair to a side revealing the proverbial alabaster neck. Her fangs penetrate the soft skin filling her mouth with delicious, hot and rich blood. Bell End shrieks out in pain and fear. She kicks, squirming as hard as she can but to no avail as Baby Bell's mouth is firmly locked onto her neck. Bell End is unable to escape. Her scream spreads through the clearing alerting the few untouched fairies. Panic hits the glade as tens of small lights take to the sky in a desperate attempt to flee. A few manage to escape but most are caught by the new sisters of Tinker Bell. Big Ben, the strongest, meanest and biggest fairy of the colony, fights bravely against half a dozen of her converted sisters. She manages to repel one, two but the third one manages to get a lock on her neck holding her still long enough for the remaining two to sink their fangs into her muscular tights. Door Bell is caught by two assailants as she exits her nest just to be thrown back in. Inside, she's bitten time and time again by the avid newly born vampire fairies. Dinner Bell manages to reach the crown of the trees but she's ambushed, pinned against the trunk of the highest oak and feasted upon by the same fairy she played with all afternoon. Baby Bell exits Bell End's nest as the cocoon behind her starts to crack. She's joined by Tinker Bell and together they admire the transformation of the colony of sweet caring and playful fairies into a swarm of magical blood thirsty flying piranhas. They consult each other, knowing already where they will take their flock to feed next. 3 Red skin, Red blood Tiger Lilly is having a terrible night. Her father, Great Big Little Panther, is snoring like a sow during the mating season. Her mother, before going to sleep, got the fire going again and the atmosphere in the tipi is now so stifling that the flies have to dig their way through the thick air. On top of that she should never have had that second serving of Elk meat, it's making her having nightmares. After a few hours of rolling around trying to find a comfortable spot to finally fall asleep, she decides to go out to take a breath. Not expecting to find anyone awake in the camp, the warriors probably being dead drunk by now, she only wraps her shoulders in a heavy throw. The cold night wind refreshes her as soon as she steps outside. The camp is sound asleep; the silence only disturbed by the occasional cricket looking for a mate. She walks to the great fire, now only a pile of ashes and dying embers. She sits looking at the thousand of tiny candles in the sky. Since Peter killed that horrible Captain Hook a lot of things have changed in Neverland. She shrugs in pleasure at the memory of the games they now share in the family tipi when father is away hunting and mother with the other squaws of the tribe. She gently rubs her intimacy enjoying the thought of her man's cock. Her fingers playing with her love button, her small breast rise towards the sky at the rhythm of her jerky breathe. A little while later, two fingers in her cunt, she smiles as she reaches a lonesome orgasm under the stars. A faint humming noise pulls her out of her thoughts. The strange sound comes from down the Valley. She stands wiping her wet fingers against the throw she's wearing and walks to the large rock above the encampment to get a better view. At first she sees nothing but soon the forest down below is bathed in a strange reddish glow. It's as if it was on fire. Tiger Lilly squints to see better. The light leaves the forest becoming a strange fog slowly climbing the hill towards the camp. The humming grows as the cloud gets nearer. Before long the Indian princess is able to distinguish the hundreds of tiny lights that compose the cloud, a large swarm of fairies probably, but fairy light ranges from orange to white not this dark red and they never travel in such great numbers. As they reach the edge of the camp, Tiger Lilly is more than worried. The scream of terror of the sleeping sentinel freezes her. The swarm engulfs the silhouette of the man lifting it up like a rag doll, his shouts now muffled by the terrible sound of the swarm of fairies. The proud red-skin warrior is soon silenced and dropped. He lies dead on the ground covered in blood. She gets her wits back and falls to the floor hiding from view. She observes, horrified, as the red fog spreads through the encampment. Woken up by the sentinel's alert, the warriors rush out of their tipis, tomahawk in hand. But alas, they are treated like the first victim of the fairies, grabbed by the tiny creatures, lifted in the air and tossed back on the ground, dead. A couple of them manage to get a few fairies but with each fallen pixie a dozen more take its place and the fierce Indians are soon overwhelmed. In a matter of minutes everything is finished. Tiger Lilly's shocked, she has just witnessed her father and brothers torn apart. From the middle of the swarm a ferocious tingling voice emerges. With her rudimentary knowledge of the fairy language, Tiger Lilly makes a rough translation out of it. "Sisters," says the fairy she identifies as the capricious Tinker Bell "let's gorge ourselves on the females but remember the princess is mine, I want that bitch to suffer." Tiger Lilly can only curl up in fear. The swarm fly into the tipis and a terrible symphony of screams engulfs the camp. Soon in the midst of the horror more and more sighs of pleasure emerge. Although she's terrified, she cannot help herself but to feel excited by the chant ascending from the camp. Suddenly, her friend Dog Rose throws herself out of her tent. Her clothes are torn revealing her beautiful ass. A group of fairies fall on her and grab her by the arms, legs and hair. They lift her and throw her into a pile of wood. She tries to stand up but the fairies are already on her. Forcing her to spread the legs the tiny monsters attach themselves to her, their tiny mouths savagely biting Tiger Lilly's friend's ass, tits, neck, mouth, tights... Dog Rose's screams soon quiet down to become an indecent cry of pleasure. Her blank eyes fall on the rock where Tiger Lilly is hiding, she seems to be begging her for help. A couple more Indian women manage to escape the tipis but they are all caught and thrown back into the dark swarm. Unable to bear more of this savagery, Tiger Lilly crawls away from the terrible scene towards the pine forest behind her. She's mortified but she knows there's nothing she can do except for a stupid act of bravery that would result in her suffering the same fate as her tribe fellows. She has to go to Peter, he'll know what to do and he'll protect her. She stands as soon as she feels that the forest will provide her enough cover. The cries of all her friends fade behind her as she runs towards the shore. The reassuring sounds of the forest soon surround her. Progression becomes more and more difficult as she gets closer to the swamps. She trips time and time again on the old apparent roots of the mangroves. Exhausted, she decides to take a break and catch her breath. She sits on a small rock, silent. The light of the moon falls upon her breaking through the dense foliage of the trees. Sorrow overwhelms her as she comes to realize that her entire tribe is now probably dead, she starts to cry. Neverland Dark Nights A tingling sound drags her back into reality: a few yards away, a small formation of red lights. She jumps into a bush and stands as still as possible trying to melt in the ground, be one with the swamp. They don't seem to spot her and move along in the direction of the shore, disappearing between the trees. She waits for a minute and takes the opposite direction. It will take her back to the plains but if she sticks to the edge of the forest she might elude the fairies looking for her. She has lost track of time but the tint of the sky tells her that the sun must be about to come up when she reaches the beach. The boat is just a hundred yards ahead of her. She's almost there, she's almost saved... All hope abandons her nonetheless when she hears this tingling sound she has dreaded all night. She turns around. Tinker Bell is just behind her covered in blood, hovering a few feet above the grayish sand, just in front of her eyes. It's Tinker Bell, Tiger Lilly recognizes her, but not the nice fairy she's always known. This Tinker bell doesn't have four small firefly wings but two large leathery bat wings. This Tinker Bell doesn't look like a pubescent teenager but like a seductive adult woman. This Tinker Bell has fangs, claws and hunger in her eyes. "With that delicious stench all over your clothes, you didn't really think you would escape us?" she rings. The Indian princess starts to scream but the devilish fairy slaps her with extraordinary strength making her loose conscience. When Tiger Lilly wakes up she's in her family's tipi. She is exhausted and her jaw still hurts. The remnant smell of her family, the familiar roughness of the heavy cover she's tucked under, the heat of the dying fire in the heart, everything coincides to convince her that the events of the night before must have been a nightmare; a terrible and excessively realistic nightmare but a nightmare nonetheless. Some daylight comes through the top of the tipi. She's impatient to feel the hot rays of the sun on her skin to wash out all the terrible memories of her dreams. She yawns, pushing away the heavy cover. She gets dressed hastily and moves to the heavy drape covering the entrance. She pushes but it refuses to open. She tries again and again until she realizes that she's trapped inside. She stops. That's when she realizes that she hasn't heard the usual turmoil of the camp since she woke up, all is silent. She calls out to no avail. She looks around the tipi to find something to cut through the heavy leather but she's unable to find anything helpful. Her father's weapons, her mother's cutlery, even her own small dagger hidden away under her bed - a present from Peter - everything has been removed. She sits and starts to cry. Is she still dreaming? Is someone playing a very sick joke on her? Were the events of last night actually a dream? She's unable to make up her mind; all she can focus on is the despair that's overwhelming her. Eventually she falls asleep. It's much later in the day when she wakes up again. Thanks to the thin ray of light coming from the top of the tipi she assumes that sun should be about to set over the horizon. She's terribly hungry, all her body is sore but at least she feels rested. She calls out to see if anyone answers her. She only gets a creepy woman's laughter as an answer. She begs and cries but the silence has fallen again on the camp. With the sun setting down life seems to come back to the camp. She tries to call for help, again; but no one seems to be paying attention. Again she starts to cry. With the night, darkness becomes total in the tipi. Powerless and mentally exhausted, she falls in a troubled sleep, dozing on and off. When the door opens she is caught by surprise. A couple of large silhouettes appear in the door, she recognizes her brothers. The relief she feels is short lived as she has never seen such roughness on their faces. Their bodies are covered with fading pairs of tiny red pricks, their skin is pale and their eyes glow with hunger. Scared, she curls up in her bed. They grab her; forcefully strip her naked and throw her out of the tipi. During the process she's too shocked to react, sobbing silently... Outside she's caught by other soldiers who drag her through the camp towards the large fire. All the men's faces reflect the same contained violence. There is a huge fire in the center of the camp. Her father is there sitting as a submissive squaw to the side of her mother who is standing like a proud chief. In the sky, hundreds of tiny red lights fly around playing with the burning ashes thrown by the fire. All her fellow tribesmen and tribeswomen share the same features she's seen on her brothers. They all look at her hungrily. One of the fairies leaves the terrible ballet and flies down towards her. Tinker Bell lands on the queen's shoulder. "My dinner! How sweet of you all to serve it to me in such simple apparel" she rings looking at the tribe, she turns to the princess, "Come closer, Tiger Lilly, come closer, my soon to be childe, come closer so that I can taste you and bring you into the legions of the never ending dream". Tiger Lilly, unable to control her body, moves towards her mother and the pixie. By the dancing lights of the fire, she kneels. Tinker Bell takes off again and flies to the princess. Landing on the ground between Tiger Lilly's thighs, she waves her hand forcing Lilly to bend backwards exposing her intimacy to the pixie and pointing her breasts towards the sky. The evening before she had been in the same position in the same place but tonight the stars are red and she's not alone. Tinker Bell approaches; her tiny clawed hands grab the princess' cunt lips spreading them apart. A group of five Indian women form a circle around her. Her friend Dog Rose and her mother are among them. Their faces reflect lust and hunger. "This filthy princess has been touching herself," she rattles, laughing. "It smells delicious!" she continues licking her lips. She takes the now revealed clit in one of her hands and starts playing with it - scratching it, enticing it, making it bleed, showering herself in the royal blood now pouring abundantly from Tiger Lilly's cunt... Tiger Lilly is both disgusted and excited. There's something in the little creature's petting that fills her with shameless pleasure. At the same time the presence of her parents and the whole tribe around her, fills her with ridicule and disgrace. Eventually, as Tinker Bell climbs into her bloody vagina, the pleasure overwhelms the shame and she lets out a long and animal moan of pleasure. It's a signal for the five red skin women to fall on her like birds of prey. While the fairy ravages her from the inside they reveal huge fangs just to sink them in Tiger Lilly's soft spots. Her mother in her breasts, Dog Rose in her neck, two of the other girls in her wrists and the last one in her left thigh. The unbearable pleasure makes her scream again and again. A red veil covers her vision as she drifts into death. Tiger Lilly wakes up in her family tent again; it's dark outside and the door is open, she can hear the moans of pleasure as her fellow tribesmen indulging themselves in a fierce orgy. This time, she knows it wasn't a dream. The fangs in her mouth cry for blood and she knows exactly who will be her first victim. 4. I will strike the water and it will be changed into blood Coralia contemplates the last rays of the sun hitting the Atlantic Ocean as she swims back towards her sisters in Neverland. She's been off for a week now, visiting a good friend of hers that lives at the bottom of the Brooklyn harbor. He's a nice guy of Italian descent with curious concrete shoes. She met him a couple of months before as she was trailing a Russian freighter. The guy's not much of a talker, which is good in the end because she's able to unload all her problems on him. He's a great fuck as well, not much initiative but man he's stiff, he's never tired, never complaining and always ready for a second or even a third pass. She's been swimming since the morning following the Gulf Stream and then catching a ride on the North Atlantic Drift. Around noon her path crossed a medium sized trawler. For her it was a nice lunch with the fishermen, but for the Bermuda triangle enthusiasts it will be another missing boat mystery. As the sun sets over the horizon, she surfaces to admire the view. She's always enjoyed a good sunset over Neverland. The island is now just a few miles away but she'll have to swim against the tide and she won't make it until long past moonrise. The seagulls have been following her since morning. The dirty water of the Hudson River has gotten under her scales and she's starting to smell like old dead fish. She's impatient to wash herself in the clear water of her pond. She doubles the pace. She surfaces again when she reaches the shallow waters that surround her pond. A bit further away, she spots her sisters bathing in the moonlight. It's awfully late for them to be out. She had expected to be able to slip directly into bed and get the chance to wash up from the trip in the morning but apparently destiny has decided otherwise. Ondine, her twin sister, waves at her, offering Coralia to join them. Since she's been travelling all day and must look terrible she decides to swim to her underwater room first, to refresh a bit. She couldn't forgive herself if her sisters saw her in such a messed up state; they wouldn't let her forget about it either. Mermaids are real bitches when it comes to appearances. The little door to the little cave she calls her own is open. She's almost sure she closed it before leaving. Since the place seems undisturbed she closes the door behind her and swims to the little cache where she keeps her valuables in. She takes out the small mirror she found in a large wreck a few miles off the Greenland coast. The vessel was absolutely titanic and she looted lots of nice trinkets from it but her most prized possession is this beautiful handheld mirror she took from the cold hands of a really elegant lady that didn't seem to mind. She looks at her reflection. Her hair needs some heavy comb action and her makeup demands some fixing too. A long facelift later, she smiles. The image in the mirror smiles back at her. Much better, she thinks. She pauses. The door behind her is open again. She turns around. Ondine is standing between her and the exit. Ondine has always looked exactly like her, but now there's something off, something different, something sharky about her. Casting away the though Coralia starts to smile. Suddenly something hits her; she freezes; there was only one image of her in the mirror. She looks back into the mirror, back to Ondine, back to the mirror, back to Ondine. Observing her twin sister's comings and goings Ondine smiles, revealing a pair of oversized canines. Coralia drops the precious mirror and tries to escape, but the vampire mermaid is upon her, a clawed hand over her mouth. Ondine's tails wraps around Coralia's waist. Her ivory fangs swiftly penetrate the white neck of her sister releasing a cloud of red blood into the water. The pain is intense. Whipping her tail, Coralia manages to free herself. She swims for the door and back into the night. She feels weak but she knows that she has to get to open sea if she's to survive. Her other sisters are waiting for her. Despite her fatigue and with strength born of despair she swims like she's never swum, leaving her hungry sisters behind her. After a short chase she loses them in the coral reefs. The bite on her neck has stopped bleeding, the salty sea water serving as band aid. The sharp pain of her wound is quickly fading away replaced by a strange cold numbness. She surfaces observing the island. Swimming away is not an option; she has to go back to try to make sense out of what just happened to her. She decides to get the council of her friend Tinker Bell. Unlike the other mermaids she's always been quite fond of the choleric little fairy. Taking a large detour she swims up river towards Pixie Hollow. As she swims towards what she hopes will be help, the wound on her neck starts radiating a dark energy that runs through her backbone. The last few hundred yards are particularly difficult as the river becomes a small stream but it's not the first time she's navigated those waters and she gets to her friend's resting place in no time. Expecting to find the place to be asleep she's surprised to find the clearing buzzing with energy. Hundreds of strange looking pixies fly in all directions like a swarm of fumigated bees. She hides behind a rock and observes the turmoil. The pixies seem to be getting ready for something. Soon a large ringing ovation rises into the night sky. At first she doesn't understand but soon a couple of young women are dragged in the center of the clearing. The fairies form a hovering circle around the terrified girls. They must be in their early twenties, they're both wearing the torn remnants of very tiny swimsuits, one is blond and the other one is redheaded. Coralia, to her own stupefaction, pictures herself having steamy sex with the two women. She shakes her head to dismiss the strange thoughts and gets her attention back on the scene. The blonde is crying, the redhead tries to beg for their lives with a strong American accent. In the midst of her implorations, Coralia understands that they both where on a cruise boat. The pixies attacked the boat at sundown, killed everyone on board except for the girls and took them back to Neverland. The ring of fairies closes on the crying Americans. The pixies finally attack, biting ruthlessly their two victims. Waving her arms the redheaded manages to repel the swarm and stand but she only takes a couple of steps before collapsing again under the dozens of fairies sucking her blood. The moans of pleasure echo in Coralia's mind as she swims away from Pixie Hollow. She reaches the main river and decides to swim to the Indian camp. The situation is too grave for her not to put aside the petty differences that have eaten away the relationship she had with the Indian princess. The camp per se is away from the river but Coralia knows that there should be a guard near the water. It's getting harder and harder to concentrate, her mind being overwhelmed with weird erotic images. She reaches the spot but there's no one to be seen. In the distance she can see a very large fire at the center of the camp with Indians dancing around it. It must be some sort of religious celebration. A discreet splashing sound attracts her attention. In a recess of the river, shielded from view, she finds two Indian girls naked in the shallow water. Their dark hair highlights the unusual pallor of their skin. One of the girls has her mouth locked on the shoulder of the other one. The other one is repeatedly sliding a gentile finger in the fold of her friend's intimacy as the water bath her own. They both share a long and voluptuous purr. They haven't noticed Coralia yet and her first impulse is to join them. She's incapable of turning away, fascinated as she is, by the perfect alabaster asses and pussies pointing in her direction. She'd like to run a tongue in that and maybe slip a finger or two in it... She shakes the idea away and gets closer, clearing her throat. The Indian girls turn towards the mermaid. The one biting the other has blood all over her face and they both sprout huge fangs. The repeated orgasms have covered their eyes with a thin layer of tears. Terrified, Coralia backs out and swims away downstream. The Indian girls ignore her and go back to their games. The mermaid has no choice now. She has to go get Peter. She avoided the Jolly Rodger ever since it arrived to the island. Not even the death of Hook has changed that. The waters that surround the boat are still inhabited by the ticking crocodile and she's always known better than to put her tail anywhere near the terrible jaws of the monstrous beast. Weaker by the minute she lets the stream carry her to the mouth of the river. Her mind is now mostly clouded by thoughts of blood and lust. Before fading in darkness she sees the boat in the distance but she's too weak. Losing all hope she abandons herself to the dark power overwhelming her. The last thing she hears is "Tick tock". When she comes to her senses, Coralia is assaulted by the foul stench of putrefaction. "Tick tock" she hears again. She knows she should be but she's absolutely not afraid. The discomfort from the bite has left her, she feels more powerful than she ever has. She opens her eyes. She's on her belly in a very dark cave. Despite the absolute darkness she's able to see the tiniest details: the complex interlacing made by the piles of bones, the flies running on the dried blood on the walls, the small pool in the center of the room that must connect this cave to the ocean. She lifts her head. To her left a corpse is rotting, his left hand is replaced by a metal hook. She smiles. To her right, she hears that same sound again: "Tick Tock". She turns towards the crocodile who thinks he has found an easy lunch... Covered in the crocodile's innards, Coralia looks at the clock in her hand. It has stopped. No creature in Neverland will ever need to fear the cold decay of time anymore. She feels hungry, hungry for life. She dives into the small pool and makes her way through the labyrinth of tunnels that used to compose the crocodile's lair. When she exits the maze, she's at the bottom of the Jolly Rodger's bay. The boat hasn't moved. She swims closer to it and surfaces. The fresh night breeze lashes her face with the salty air, she inhales deeply. She can hear the sentinel snoring on the forward deck. She starts singing. The power of her song has been greatly improved as the pirate almost instantly jumps into the water. No letting him catch his breath and scream for help she drags him towards the floor of the sea. There, she pins her victim to the sand and sinks her fangs into his neck. A silent cry for help deforms the sailor's face. She gorges on his blood rubbing her tail against the bulge forming in front of the man's pants. When she releases her prey she realizes that she's surrounded by her sisters. As the sailor's corpse drifts away, Ondine extends a hand and invites her to join her in the attack of the Jolly Rodger. A large swarm of fairies has already engulfed the deck. The Indians are climbing the flanks of the boat and jumping on the merry pirates. The song of the siren is dragging the sailors into the water. At the top of the highest mast, Captain Peter is fighting off wave after wave of vampires. He's valiantly holding the monsters at bay but as more and more pirates fall, the fate of the Jolly Rodgers is clearly sealed. The smell of blood fills the air. Coralia happily joins in the last battle of Neverland. *** One month later Coralia contemplates the blood in the water. A huge party took place on the beach earlier. The young summer breakers were enjoying themselves a bit too much when her sisters and herself arrived. Their song had drawn most of the partiers into the water. The ones that had resisted had fallen to the fangs of their Indian brothers and sisters that had attacked from land. It had been carnage, just like it had been every night for the last few weeks and she loved it. Next stop: Pearl Harbor. She is really impatient to sink her fangs into those beautiful young and vigorous marines. *** Two months later. Tiger Lilly is having a wonderful night. The musky taste of her latest victim's wetness still on her lips, she walks in the main bedroom of the magnificent palace. Behind her, the moans of dozens of women converting to darkness are like music to her hears. The fat man in the bed is so drunk that he hasn't even noticed the orgy taking place in the next room. The Indian princess beheads him. She then grabs the Arab Prince's body and throws it out of the window. The new world she's helping her mistress build doesn't have room for misogynistic old farts. Licking the blood on her fingers she goes back in the harem to see if she can find someone to sink her fangs in and make the most of the rest of the night with. Her job here is done, she can now enjoy herself. Neverland Dark Nights *** Three months later. The task of Baby Bell is no longer a tedious one. Her mistress, Tinker Bell, has sent her on a worldwide campaign of converting the fairy colonies to the ways of the night. Her fangs deeply buried into a remote cousin's thighs, the former queen of Pixie Hollow gorges herself on both the blood and the pleasure of her victim. This is the fourth colony she has visited this week and she's pretty confident that after tonight all the fairies of the United Kingdom will serve the new ways. Tomorrow she'll fly over the Chunnel and bring the good word to the continental pixies. *** Four months later. Tinker Bell is not in a foul mood anymore; she's in fact quite happy. The moon shines a silver light upon the tall skyscrapers of Manhattan. Sitting on the shoulder of the statue of Liberty she observes as her minions take a large bite of the Big Apple. The Jolly Rodger, her flagship, is standing in the midst of the armada of smaller cruise boats, freighters and fishing boats her troops have captured over the last months. Her fleet covers most of the Hudson River. The attack has started less than an hour ago and it looks like her army is having the upper hand. Thousands of New Yorkers have already fallen under her control. She can feel the hordes of new sisters turning on their friends and family. It's more than time for her to join the party. She unfolds her wings and dives into the night. *** Heave ho, Sirens and Fairies, never shall we die Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high Heave ho, Pirates and Indians, never shall we die Our Queen and her pixies stole the damsel from her bed and bound her in our blood This land be ours and by our powers Where we will...we'll roam Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high Heave ho, creatures of the night, never will we die Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high No men has died but some are still alive We'll sail the sea to find With the keys to your room And the devil to pay We lay you and bring you Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high Heave ho, ghouls and goblins, never shall we die The bell has been raised from our watery grave Do you hear its sepulchral tone? A Call to all, pay respect to Tinker Bell And turn your sails, look for blood! Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high Heave ho, creatures of the night, never will we die...