"All the stories are true."

~ Cassandra Clare, The Mortal Instruments

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Third Person's P.O.V

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    "Take me back home, now."
    The male had the nerve to chuckle. "You're in no place to make demands."
    "Says the defenceless one a blade against his neck."
    "Oh really?" He flashed the girl a knowing smirk.
    "Yes really."

    In a flash, Alice was the one being pinned to the tree, a knife held against her throat by the very person who she had just threatened.

    "Who's the defenceless one now?"

    She cursed under her breath.

    "Give up yet?" asked Peter, leaning closer to Alice, his mouth a hair's breath away from hers.
    "You wish," said Alice as she kicked him off her.
    The girl ran once he was off her, only turning around a few minutes later to see that the male had disappeared into thin air.

    That's not a good sign, thought Alice, eyes darting around her surroundings nervously.
    She slowly walked backwards, keeping a look out for Peter. Suddenly, she was face to face with him —or face to chest, because of their difference in height— and he placed his arms around her, teleporting them back to his treehouse.

    The next thing she knew, she was lying on a bed with Peter next to her.

   "It's late, Alice. Go to sleep," said Peter as he climbed under the covers.

    "Sure, just not with you," replied Alice, shaking her head.
    She hopped off the bed and sat on the couch, which was next to the glass windows.
    "There seems to be something wrong with bed," said Peter, looking at where Alice was seated. "You're not in it."

    "Bummer, I don't think that's gonna be fixed anytime soon, "said Alice, crossing her arms.
    "Come here," said Peter, curling his index finger slowly.
    "Hmm," said Alice, tapping her finger on her chin, pretending to think about it. "How bout' no?"
    The male shrugged. "Suit yourself. Just don't come crying to me when you feel sore in the morning."

    Alice glared daggers into the back of the his head. She wanted nothing more than to escape again, but it had been a long day and exhaustion was slowly overtaking her tried body.

    I'll try my luck tomorrow.

    With that thought in mind, Alice closed her eyes. She went out like a light.

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    Alice woke up to the feeling of cold metal on her cheek. She opened her eyes to find that she had slept with her cheek pressed against the window frame and boy was it cold. Alice stood up, joints cracking as she did so. The brunette suppressed a groan as she worked out the kinks in her neck.

    Ugh, that smug ass was right, she winced. Speaking of the devil. . .

    Alice glanced over her shoulder to see that the male was still asleep. He slept with his back to her.

    It's now or never, thought Alice as she slowly inched her way towards the door.

   Things were going well until she heard him clear their throat.

    "And where do you think you're going?"

    Alice froze with her hand on the doorknob. She slowly turned around to face him.

    "You weren't trying to escape, were you?" he asked.

    "Of course not."

    "Good, because I can't be bothered to drag you back here again."

    "Then don't," she muttered under her breath.

    "What was that?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow.

    "Nothing."

    "Thought so."

    "Get dressed, love." said Peter as he walked over to the armoire. "I'm gonna introduce you to the boys."

    "Into what? I haven't got any clothes to wear."

    Peter then rummaged through his chest of clothes and took out a bundle of clothes.
    "Catch," said Peter, throwing it at her.
    Alice caught it mid-air. She glanced at the chosen outfit before raising her eyebrows at the male.

   "What? It'll look nice on you."

    She glared at him. "I'm not changing with you standing here."

    "Fine, fine, I'll get out," said Peter, raising his hands in surrender.
    Alice waited until she was sure that he had left then stripped out of her dirty T-shirt.

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    Peter stood next to the bookshelf, reading the book that Alice had read the day before. He chuckled when he got to the part where Sebastian was fighting with Clary.
    Clary is so much like Alice, the only difference is that Alice has more fire than her, thought Peter, turning the page.
    He was jarred out of his thoughts as he heard Alice walking into the room.

    "I look absolutely ridiculous!"
    "No, you look hot in that," said Peter, shamelessly checking her out.
    Alice stood next to the doorframe dressed in a brown, short-sleeved corset top with a high waisted black leather skirt, and the outfit was complete with a pair of knee-length black boots.

    "Whatever." replied Alice, rolling her eyes.
    "Before we leave,  you need to know the rules you have to abide by on my island." stated Peter as he placed the book back in the bookshelf.
    "Rules?! Are you freaking kidding—?"

      "Rule number one, don't ever try to run away from me, because the punishments will be severe." interrupted Peter, pacing back and forth.

    "Rule number two, you are to obey whatever order I give you. And last but not least, rule number three, the most important rule of all..."     He paused for a second, turning to face Alice. "Don't ever forget, you," said Peter, pointing his index finger at her. "Are mine."
    "I most certainly am not yours!" exclaimed Alice.

    "Of course you are, my little lost girl. Everything and everyone who's on my island belongs to me. And I'd hate to break it to you, love, but you're on my island now." said Peter, smirking.
    "I'm not a little girl! And I don't belong to you! I don't belong to anyone!"

    "I'm warning you, Alice, you'd better follow these rules."

    "Or what?" she challenged.

    "Or I'll make your life here a living hell."

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    The pair trekked through the jungle for what felt like ages. Alice was about to ask Peter why did not just teleport them there but to do that she would have to speak to him, and she did not want to give the male the satisfaction of knowing that she was already short of breath.

    "Just so you know, my boys haven't seen a girl in a long long time. So if any one of them tries anything, just tell me." he warned.

    Alice scoffed. "Let them try. I'll neuter anyone who touches me, and that includes you."

    The male raised an eyebrow at her but made no comment.

    "We're here, come on." said Peter, ducking under a low hanging branch.

    Behind the tree stood a huge clearing. It was packed with groups of boys, all of varying sizes, ages and skin tones, carrying out different actives. Some of them were sharpening their weapons and a few of them were practicing archery. The clang of metal on metal caught Alice's attention and she was immediately drawn to the two boys sword fighting in the middle of the field. There was a loose circle of boys surrounding two fighters, the older boys cheering as they watched the duelers' dance.

     Peter let out a sharp whistle, causing all the boys to stop whatever activities they were doing, and stand in attention.

    "We have a guest!" he announced.

    All eyes turned towards Alice.

    "There's going to be a new addition to our group," said Peter, glancing at Alice. "Lost boys, meet Alice. And Alice, meet your new family..."

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Edited: 20.11.2017