It was a cool and breezy night in the deserted streets of London. The stars were shining bright in the evening sky, and all the people had laid their heads down to rest. Street lamps were lit down through the sidewalks, but not a single soul walking down them. The trees had been brushed with a crisp shade of amber, their leaves rustling in the wind. This night had a peaceful and easygoing tone to it, and that could only mean one thing.

A shadow darted across the moon's glow, and flew over the town houses to the outskirts of London. It scanned all of the homes searching for the right one. Then, it's black, soulless eyes glistened as the shadow found what it was looking for.

A lone cottage at the very end of the street of other homes. It was hidden between a crowded forest of oak, and was barely visible from up above. The tiny home had a fresh row of apple trees in its backyard, and decorative bushes leading up the driveway in the front. It had a very cozy appearance as it was made of red brick and had a small chimney on the roof. A small wooden playground that looked handcrafted and a big tree with a broken wooden swing attached to a tree branch near the playground.

The shadow smiled darkly as he saw his target through the back window. It was a teenage girl that was quietly reading a novel in a comfy velvet reading chair. Her face was making odd expressions while in depth with the book, and some of her golden bangs in front of her eyes. She paid no attention to them though and kept her gaze on the pages alone.

The shadow decided to hide right outside the window, and wait for the right moment to strike. The master had given his shadow very specific instructions on how to handle this girl, and the shadow knew very well what would happen if it didn't do exactly as he said. This girl was special from the others it had brought to the island of Hell itself.

A place where you could never age so you would be trapped to wallow there in misery. Most of the inhabitants had tried to kill themselves but the master wouldn't have that to spoil the fun of watching them suffer. The common people who had not been to the island told tales of it being a wondrous place where children could play forever without adults to stop them. How foolish they were to believe in such stories of happiness from a place of such despair.

"Time for bed, Angelique." the shadow heard a woman's voice call.

In a few moments, the light that once lit up the room had been vanquished, and slight snoring was heard. This was its chance to sneak inside without being noticed by the girl. In no time at all the shadow quietly opened the window and loomed over the girl's sleeping form.

Her chocolate brown eyes now shut, and her slim figure now curled up in the bed's many blankets. Her lips pursed and as pink as strawberry lemonade. Her delicate skin as pale as fresh fallen snow. In a word, this creature was magnificent.

The shadow then carefully began to slip the covers away from her form, but the girl only shivered in response to the frigid air coming from the open window. It did not want her to awaken by the wind, so it decided to leave one navy, soft quilt wrapped around her.

The shadow gradually lifted the girl into its arms and walked slowly towards the opened window. Its body began to hover above the carpeted bedroom floor, and out the window they flew in mere seconds. The girl's hair whisked wildly at the speed they were traveling at, but that did not seem to bother her slumber. For extra measure, the shadow kept his eyes glued on a single star in the sky. The master had specifically said the second star to the right and then straight on until morning.

Clouds flew past them gracefully as they neared the island. The sunlight shown through the many puffs of fluff. From up above the shadow could see the three main landmarks. Near the beach was the Siren's Trap, this is where the master fed the ungrateful and disobedient children to the mermaids. To the right of it was Pirate's Cove, where the master's greatest enemy hid away with his crew plotting against the master. To the left of Siren's Trap was the master's home where the shadow was supposed to put the girl.

Flying with a bit more speed, the shadow easily made its way to the balcony of his master's estate.

The master lived in a gigantic tree house that had several twists and turns that only he and the shadow knew, much like a labyrinth. Vines and tree roots served as the doors, and stiff leaves served as the ceilings. The rooms were connected by swinging bridges and sometimes you had to climb from place to place.

The vines that blocked the balcony off from the room quickly slithered away making an opening. The shadow then gasped at taking in the room's appearance. The master had really outdone himself this time.

It was a wide room with a queen size, pink bed. A nice black dresser at the opposite wall the bed was set. About ten fresh, new candles strategically laid out so the tree wouldn't catch fire and the whole room lip up. A beautiful red vase of pink tulips on a dark, smooth writing desk in the corner near the balcony. A black vanity holding all the makeup, hair products, and jewelry a woman could ever want. Even a diamond hairpin with a silver flower laid next to the vase and a note placed under it.

The girl began to squirm, so the shadow gingerly set her on top of the bed and pulled woolen sheets over her as she lie on top of the marshmallow like pillow. It grinned at her. The shadow had finally completed its task without making a single mistake, now all had to it had to do was have a quick word with the master.

The shadow left through the way it had just came, and the vines grew over the opening back in its original position. The shadow flew to the master's quarters where he was sitting in his throne that always made his look even more menacing than he already was. The master sat up and stared at the shadow intently.

"Has the deed been done?" he asked, his voice rich with a thick British accent.

The shadow nodded in response and the master leaned back in the throne, obviously pleased.

"Only the best bride for Peter Pan." he said to himself, chuckling devilishly.