Neverland's Source

He watched absently as the dark liquid dripped slowly onto the stones. Drip. Drip. Drip. A savage grin spread leisurely across his features, and he inhaled deeply; the blood had such a lovely fragrance.

The cage was brightly lit for the time being, but he knew that as the fairy died, so would the light. And she was dying; he would see to that. The poison he'd selected was slow moving, irreversible, and excruciating, and he was enjoying the sight of her slowly dying as it moved through her veins.

Her sparkling amber blood oozed steadily from a wound in her side, running out of the cage through a tiny drain in the floor, and sprinkling onto the stones surrounding the bubbling spring below. She glared at him silently, unable to express her contempt for him, but he understood. She had always hated water, and now she hated him.

A boyish giggle escaped him, echoing eerily across the water, and blending with the laughter of the children outside. This only made him smile wider; the irony was delicious. He loved irony almost as much as he did fairies, but the fairies gave him immortality as they died.

His heavy fist darted out, smashing into the side of her prison, and throwing her against the opposite wall. He smirked as three more precious drops of her life splashed down into the spring, and she cried out in pain.

That one cry seemed to snap something inside of her, and she flew at him, beating her fists against the glass walls of her cage, screaming incoherently with rage. He laughed cruelly, and knelt at the edge of the water, scooping up a handful of cool liquid to drink.

She shrieked one last time, and then crumpled into a heap on the floor, the light from the cage dimming as more life left her. He glowed ever so slightly when he straightened, savouring the fairy blood now swimming through his veins.

"I don't believe in fairies," he hissed, and she whimpered, her light fading almost to nothing. He cackled maliciously again, and skipped nimbly away from her. His hand settled on the door, and he turned back to face her, fairy blood burning in his eyes.

"Good night, Tinkerbell," he said, and then he vanished into the night.