Love was not something that had alluded Evie. Since Evie arrival in Hive City, she had many dalliances. Yet one in particular left an indelible mark; Peter Pan. He was the first boy who caught her eye. He was absolutely; terrible, cruel, selfish, the worst villain she had ever met. Just being near him, made her a worse person. He was the one who taught Evie how to kill.. But he disappeared, like many did in Hive City, and she moved on. At least she thought she had, until she spotted him. “Oh Hades no..”
Peter Pan may have been the catalyst; that turned her into despicable villain. But she hadn’t waited for him. No, with him gone, she simply found herself another teacher. Now she was a fully realized villain in her own right. She was over him; been over him for over a year. But then why did she find herself, slowly approaching her fellow dangerous teen. Why did her heart fill with wrath for being left?
Peter must have just returned; she had looked for him after all. Just because they were villains, didn’t make the twisted love they shared any less real. His powers would still be dwarfed, she actually had more power than him now. She took out a strength potion from her purse, and swallowed it. Just as he taught her, without a sound Evie snuck behind him. With the advantage, she put Peter into a proper headlock, something he did not teach her at all. Though tiny, the potion gave her the extra strength needed to hold onto him. It was then, her smell of fresh apples gave away her identity. “I waited for you at the Halloween Dance you know…I don’t take that kindly to being stood up. Even if it is by the most handsome boy I ever met.” Evie let out the most delightfully evil giggle. “Miss me?” she whispered in his ear.
Pan would like to think it was his bewilderment which led him to be caught unawares. After all, he experienced a major upheaval from Storybrooke to Hive City for the second time in his endless life. There was barely any time to process the information before his neck was met with a strong arm, the grip of it causing his steps to halt.
Stilling at the attack, his feet weighed heavy on the ground and his chin tucked down against the arm. A wave of nostalgia hit him as soon as he breathed in, only having a second to think before a girl’s voice sang out. He waited with delight as she went on about their past, not straining himself to escape from her hold until she’d finished.
In mere seconds, the teen vanished from a precarious position, only to reappear several feet ahead of his former fling.
❛You still have it--❜ he began, now standing tall and smug. ❛That fire, just as I remember.❜
❛I thought you’d be much less patient, though.❜ A smirk was inevitably present when he responded further, his head cocked to one side. ❛How long have you been waiting for this, Princess?❜