A/n: Lately I've been watching many, many versions of the song Alice of Human Sacrifice, and it got me thinking. Just what part does the rabbit have in all of this? After a lot of wondering and random ideas, I came up with this little fic.

Warning: If you have never seen AHS, turn back now. This will make very little sense to you.

"What is the meaning of your existence? What purpose do you serve?" Now those are very difficult questions for most people. I'm going to take a gamble here and say that you are one of those many people who are completely clueless. I, however, have no trouble answering either of them. It is my audience that often has trouble with that part. In fact, each of the four times I have been asked those questions and begun to tell my story, my listeners have ended up dead.

"You may call me mad or you may call me a genius, it all depends on if I win or lose. Isn't that right, Alice?" –The White Rabbit

When the first Alice laid eyes upon me, I have to admit I didn't like her very much. I still don't. It might have had something to do with the fact that she had been very, very hungry, and I probably looked very, very tasty.

The Alice had a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other. Needless to say, the bow was strung and the arrow pointing at me. I would have killed the girl for such insolence, but the mark on her hand forbade me from doing so. Clear as day, the red spade was imprinted onto the back of the thing about to release an arrow in an attempt on my life. Sometimes I honestly hated my life.

"Just a few more seconds. Come on, stay still. Please, I need this!" she begged, preparing to fire.

There was no way in Wonderland I was going to let her shoot me, even if she was Alice. Besides, who would show her the way if I was dead?

I ran. Ran as if the hounds of the hunt were on my heels. She cried out and gave chase, nearly tripping and falling several times. I knew these forests by heart, every root and stream, but it soon became apparent she was unused to running through this type of terrain. I stopped for a moment, allowing her to catch up to me just a little bit.

As I turned to check her progress, I got my first actual look at the girl. Everything about her matched the color of her mark. From her short hair to her clothes, she was simply decked in scarlet. Even her eyes were a shade that could only be described as crimson. The only break in the harsh red was a white apron tied around her waist. After I thought about it for a while, the Alice's dress was very different from that of other humans. From what I had seen, these creatures loved to keep themselves and their outfits clean. So why were the Alice's clothes torn and filthy?

Keeping my pace just quick enough that we were moving without losing the girl was not easy, but somehow we got through. The forest's heart was just up ahead, and inside it the door the Alice needed to go through. As we drew nearer and nearer, the Alice seemed to slow. Her breathing became ragged, her steps uneven, and finally she fell. Unfortunately, I believe I had forgotten how fragile and easily exhausted these humans were. If my memory served me correctly, however, she would simply need a minute to rest.

Noticing she had both dropped her bow and spilled her arrows along the way, I hopped up to her. I rubbed my head against her hand for a moment before nudging her a bit harder. She looked startled, as if rabbits in the human world didn't behave in quite this way. Oh wait, they didn't. That's a bit embarrassing.

The Alice struggled to her feet, staring at me like I had grown another head. She took a few steps back, almost falling again.

"Well, are you coming? Or would you rather remain as you are?" I asked rather impatiently.

"Y-you just talked, didn't you? Animals don't talk. Rabbits don't talk." she took another step back, looking as if she might pee her pants, err…skirt.

"Not in this world they don't, but in Wonderland it is a quite common sight. If you would please follow me, though? We are going to be late if you don't hurry." I glanced to my left quickly. We only had a three minute walk, but this looked like it could take an hour.

"Wonderland? But that's only a story! Nobody actually believes it exists unless they're crazy or something!" It was official. We would be extremely late, and there was no way the Alice would ever be blamed.

"Mad, Alice. They were not crazy, simply mad."

She seemed taken aback by this.

"My name isn't Alice, it's Meiko!"

I looked at her in confusion. "Of course your name isn't Alice, I never said it was."

"You just did!" she yelled, pointing a finger at me.

"No, no. You are an Alice, not Alice. If you doubt me, then explain the mark on your hand." Not surprisingly, the Alice had nothing to say. "Strange, isn't it? I bet you've had that since birth, but you're the only one. No doctor or hedge witch could ever explain it away with absurd theories or dispel it with horrid potions, could they?"

Her fear returned. "H-how do you know that?"

Then I remembered how late we were going to be. "May I explain later? We are pressed for time, as I mentioned earlier."

I began to make my way towards the door once again, slightly faster. The rest of our little expedition was made in silence, and I am glad to say we made good time. Before long, a simple, red door appeared in our line of view. The only decoration was a white spade in the center, yet the craftsmanship was evident.

"Here we are." I announced, stopping next to it. The Alice was looking at me again, as if she wasn't sure what to do.

"Go on, open it. You're the only one who can."

"Why me? Why am I the only one?" Ah, good. The fear was gone now, replaced with the curiosity Wonderland demanded of an Alice.

"Your mark is the 'key.' You see the spade in the door? Press the back of your hand to it and it will unlock."

She raised her hand, but stopped just short. "What will happen if I do this? How do I know you're not lying?" There was suspicion in her eyes, and I dare you to guess what it was directed at.

"How do you know I am? What will happen if you don't? I can answer the last one. You will return to your previous lifestyle. That boring, monotonous routine that you hated with every fiber of your being will return, as if it had never left. You are a woman of action, Alice. No matter what happens when that door unlocks, I can guarantee it will be exciting."

She nodded, distrust replaced by determination. "I don't know how you got that information, but I find myself not caring." She smiled at me. "That was actually a test to see how much you wanted me to do this."

The Alice put her hand in the spade, a fierce sort of aura surrounding her. It reminded me of a wolf, yet another reason I disliked this Alice. The white spade pulsed visibly, then simply vanished.

She glanced at me. "So do I just open it, then?"

I nodded. The Alice exhaled, preparing herself for anything.

And then she opened the door.