Neverland Dark Nights

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Three months later.

The task of Baby Bell is no longer a tedious one. Her mistress, Tinker Bell, has sent her on a worldwide campaign of converting the fairy colonies to the ways of the night. Her fangs deeply buried into a remote cousin's thighs, the former queen of Pixie Hollow gorges herself on both the blood and the pleasure of her victim. This is the fourth colony she has visited this week and she's pretty confident that after tonight all the fairies of the United Kingdom will serve the new ways. Tomorrow she'll fly over the Chunnel and bring the good word to the continental pixies.

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Four months later.

Tinker Bell is not in a foul mood anymore; she's in fact quite happy. The moon shines a silver light upon the tall skyscrapers of Manhattan. Sitting on the shoulder of the statue of Liberty she observes as her minions take a large bite of the Big Apple. The Jolly Rodger, her flagship, is standing in the midst of the armada of smaller cruise boats, freighters and fishing boats her troops have captured over the last months. Her fleet covers most of the Hudson River. The attack has started less than an hour ago and it looks like her army is having the upper hand. Thousands of New Yorkers have already fallen under her control. She can feel the hordes of new sisters turning on their friends and family. It's more than time for her to join the party. She unfolds her wings and dives into the night.

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Heave ho, Sirens and Fairies, never shall we die

Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high

Heave ho, Pirates and Indians, never shall we die

Our Queen and her pixies stole the damsel from her bed

and bound her in our blood

This land be ours and by our powers

Where we will...we'll roam

Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high

Heave ho, creatures of the night, never will we die

Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high

No men has died but some are still alive

We'll sail the sea to find

With the keys to your room

And the devil to pay

We lay you and bring you

Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high

Heave ho, ghouls and goblins, never shall we die

The bell has been raised from our watery grave

Do you hear its sepulchral tone?

A Call to all, pay respect to Tinker Bell

And turn your sails, look for blood!

Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high

Heave ho, creatures of the night, never will we die...