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Neverland's SourceHe 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.
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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 d