The Madness of Love
Vivian POV:
I was walking through a beautiful meadow filled with heather and violets on a very gloomy October Day. I was dressed nin black from head to foot, with a bulging black backpack strapped to me. I had finally gotten enough courage to runaway from what was left of my family, my mother who was very sweet, but rather aloof when it came to my emtions; my uncle, who was wrapped up in his own life and could only be a goofball towards me; and my no-good-son-of-a-bitch stepfather who always treated me as if I was his maid. I was free. I was free but had no idea where to go. I had saved up my allowances so that I had about 250 dollars on my person, and I was thanking the Goddess that England accepted American money. We had recently moved to Great Britan a few months prior, so I had no clue as to where I was going. I suddenly came upon a sight that shocked the hell out of me: A white rabbit in a waist-coat waving a pocket watch at me. It bounded up to me with a tame demeanor and I slowly got to my knees so as not to frighten the sweet-looking creature.
He had beautiful white fur with gentle, fragile looking pink eyes. Then I nearly fainted as I heard it speak in an admonishing tone, but with a noticable British accent, "Come now, you silly girl, why are you gawking as if you'd never seen a rabbit before." I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming, which I wasn't, and said, taken aback, "I've seen rabbits before, but never one wearing human clothes or heard one speak to me, so forgive my utter astonishment." The rabbit seemed puzzled, but not with what I'd said "Why does your voice sound like that?"
I chuckled, "Because I'm not British, I'm from America. I moved here a couple months ago." The rabbit merely shook his head, "Alright girl, we can continue this once we are back on schedule. I need to get you to Underland to see the White Queen. Follow me." And with that we headed off toward a gnarled tree with a ginormous rabbit hole.
Tarrent POV:
The White Queen could be impossilbly too kind! Why couldn't McTwisp be the bloody blighter to be the new visitor's escort? I was still shook up from Alice's departure all those years ago, so why would she choose me to be involved with the Otherworld? No matter, I'll simply help the girl along, and if she's friendly enough, maybe befriend her. Although, I didn't have much time to think about it, as the visitor i would be escorting tumbled down onto the ground across from me. I winced as I heard a snap from her being and I deduced she had broken something, though she had marvolous restraint in keeping her shouts bottled up inside. The girl looked very different than Alice, with thick tresses of black hair and a slight smaller figure, although had many curves. She was dressed all in black with a huge monstosity on her back. I was about to go help her up, when I heard her groan in a brogue similar to mine.
"Och bollocks! That lad betta' watch himself when I see him again!" When she lifted her head, I was shocked to discover her eyes were bright silver with fury, which darkened into a mortified, yet warm chocolate brown. She seemed to recover her voice, it sounded so soft and feminine she looked like a lost fawn. "Oh sir! I didn't see you over there! Please forgive my coarse language. I tend to lapse into my Celtic blood when I'm seriously angry. I don't mean to be rude but why exactly are you here?" She didn't sound like anyone I knew, her accent was way different, but she seemed kind and genuinely curious, so I bowed and cheerily exclaimed. "It's quite alright madam, I too forget myself when I'm angry. Oh where are my manners? I am Tarrant Hightopp, but you can call me Tarrant. What might your name be, my dear?" Her smile lit up her entire countanance, and as she stood up I could see she that she didn't go outside often from the fact her skin was so pale. Her bangs slanted and completely covered her right eye and the longest hair went down to 3/4 of her jaw.
She got to her feet with quick fliud grace and made her way over with an extended hand and stopped right in front of me. "My name is Vivian, Vivian MacMaron, and it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Hightopp- I mean Tarrant. Sorry, I can't help the formality, it's a really stubborn habit." She let out a tinkling laugh. I extended my hand to shake hers, and when my hand enveloped hers I noticed it was shockingly ice-cold to the touch. "Oh it's quite alright. It is a pleasure meeting you Miss MacMaron. Forgive me for prying, but who is the man that needs to watch himself?" She froze and slowly retracted her hand from my grasp as she twisted her neck from side to side with two loud snaps. "The arrogant gobshite- I mean spineless boy is my stepdad, Phillip Topper. I refused to take on his last name, so I contented myself with my grandparents' last name." Her eyes had flashed silver again as she looked down at a spot on the floor beside me. "The preeming peacock satisfies himself by ordering me around like a maid and 'diciplines' me when I try to stand up for myself. It takes everything in me not to rip the scumbags throat out! I have no idea why my mother married him."
I could feel my anger rise to the fore front of my mind even more-so as she continued, "Last week, we had an arguement and he clocked me one upside the head. I lost my balence from the force of his hit, and I fell on the ground. Then he took on the oppertunity, and gave a hard, swift kick in the ribcage. When I went to the hospital, the doctor told me I had a broken rib and a fractured rib. The fractured rib healed within five days, but the broken one was just starting to heal, and it broke-" she ended on a sharp hiss and a low groan as she clutched her side. I snapped out of my sudden unexplained rage to walk over to the thing she had had on her back and picked it up. I looked at her with what I hoped was a gentle gaze and said with an equally gentle voice, "It's obvious that your in pain. Come with me, I was here to escort you to her Highness, the White Queen. Also, we need to get your wounds looked at."
She looked at me with what I thought was a too trusting gaze and took my hand. It was a good thing we weren't in the Room of Doors, so we set off to Marmoreal, where the White Queen was awaiting us.