NOTICE: In the summary, it says male RoleHolders are dying, but only RoleHolders. not foreigners of faceless' :D

"Come back please, we're not done yet!" Her partner moaned from the bed. The sheets were tangled unevenly and the girl's nude body was covered with nothing more but the simple white blanket. Her blouse and jeans were hazily thrown on the floor. Loretta was still in a daze from last nights passionate game.

Buttoning her shirt up, Serena smiled lightly at her companion. The current Mad Hatter had moaned all through their fun and it positively irked Serena right there. Sometimes it was more peaceful when they were quiet.

The pay was high of course' but sometimes she wished this wouldn't happen all night. But Loretta was her usual customer anyway.

"Are you going now," the small whisper from the bad sent a shiver up Serena's spine.

Her blond hair fell over her eyes, she looked wild and feral in the misshapen room. "Of course', don't worry, I always come back every night."

"You promise?"

A pause.

"I promise, don't I always come back anyway?"

"If you say so," Loretta mumbled. Her head definitely felt heavy, it was more of a tradition.

"My mother was a witch, and everything I did was like what she did. Mother is She and She is the Jabberwocky while I am the Griffin. We are fire and water, dark and light, the foreigner is our prize. But there is only
one
foreigner."

Her steps echoed in the busy hallway of the Hatter mansion.

Faceless stopped to stare at her, smiling shyly while their swagger was the exact opposite. Sturdy and arrogant, she'd seen them harass a few of the maids last Tuesday. These butlers were two-faced.

Walls wallpapered a bright but dull brown, red carpet that somehow looked old and other antiques the current Mad Hatter had kept were dust-clean and somewhat too sterile. The curtains were a thick red, a small nostalgia of blood, that covered the windows.

Winking, she blew a kiss straight at the butler who stumbled slightly. Nearly letting his tray that held the simple but fragile glass fall and shatter.

Loretta would've been angry she noted dully.

Flickered her blond hair. Staring delightedly with the same self-loathing at the maids, the stranger dragged her hand through her hair again. Green eyes sparkled with evident masked sneering laughter, while smiling slightly.

Digging her hand into her purse, she pulled a compact and tube out. Still smiling the strained beautiful smile.

Dabbing the thick black mascara onto her eyelashes, green eyes popped with the combination.

The powder was dabbed harder onto her pink cheeks. Deliberately dropping her lipstick onto the floor, Serena bent down and plucked it back into her purse. The corset tightened on her abdomen and for the moments she bent, her chest seemed too tight to even breath but that was a lie. Nothing was that tight to her, nothing at all.

Still bent down, her fingers grappling at empty air, the various faceless workers in the Hatter Mansion sent her glares or stares. Some too long which amused Serena and others too short. The feeling of disappointment clawed at her inner but she pushed it off, and smiled the same flirtatious smile she always did.

"What are you doing?"

Straightening up suddenly. Serena turned to see Loretta standing there in the middle of the hall, her white hair pulled up in a bun. Faceless continued with their business, as though they were in the first place. The maids were the most agitated and disappeared more quicker than the butlers.

"Apparently, I'm flashing my sex appeal."

Loretta sniffed, "Well stop it. You're mine you know that right?"

Serena stopped smiling and locked her eyes to the current Hatter. Even from her distance, the same resentment and jealousy inside her crimson eyes were there. Walking stiffly towards the girl, she cupped her hands onto her chin and lifted it up.

Static and a heavy atmosphere laced the air between them.

Aware of the girls blush, Serena released her hold. Hoping that was a good enough of answer.

Without waiting, she walked briskly out. Pondering over the fast-paced scene, she reached the end of the hall and opened the doors, the sun shone on her face and a a bead of sweat from the anticipation before slowly trailed down her face.

Walking faster, she passed the border between the Hatter Mansion and the Hatter Land. Rose bushes were starting to get overrated really.

"Excuse me?"

A poke jabbed her shoulder, turning around, a girl stood there. Shivering while her white t-shirt seemed to cling to her body, curves and sufficient breasts. Serena took a mental snap-shot of the foreigner. Unsurprised that there was even a foreigner, she put on her nice smile and 'other' face.

"Welcome to Wonderland," was her curt reply. Bowing, she smiled back at the blue eyed shocked teenager.

"What?"

"Didn't you hear me," plucking a Cleanex tissue out she dabbed at the beads of sweat, ruining her makeup. "we're in Wonderland, and you're in Wonderland by the way." Still smiling, she turned around, not surprised that another foreigner had come.

"Wait," footsteps beat against the ground, ruining the freshly cut grass again.

Turning back around again, Serena's smile faltered and was replaced by a smirk and her eyebrows wouldn't cease in their aggravated twitch. A real sight to behold. "And what do you want now?"

The magic words.

"Please, I don't know how I got here! One moment I'm with my friends alongside the beach and the next thing I do is blink - and POOF! - somehow I'm here just by blinking! Please, hel-"

"Stop your complaining."

Serena stopped with her smirk and just normally replied as though this was another every-day problem. "There's been some... problems with Wonderland and the other universes, realms...- call it what you want. Be my guest if you want to just pass this off as a dream, believe me you're not the first to do so." Grinning, she turned back around and continued to walk. Her dress was starting to get heavier. It took at least 45 minutes to reach the castle grounds but another 15 minutes to reach the actual Heart Castle.

Damn that Koel and his renovations.

It was much easier when the past Queen's were the sole leader of the Castle. Not this damn King.

The smell of faint copper reached her nose, the blond sneezed for a moment.

Metal?

Impossible, this land was restricted from any construction work because the unchanged garden amused Loretta, and the coincidence of even finding copper here was impossible.

So that meant... blood?

Turning harshly around for the possible umpteenth time, the girl behind her was clutching her ribs. The shirt she was wearing had been painted a disgusting brown. Wound to the ribs, most definitely by a knife, Serena resentfully pictured under her shirt.

"Walk to your left, you'll reach a hospital and tell em' that "You have repaid your debt to me" and get there quick or you'll die from blood loss sooner or later. Better yet, record your death for me, I hate annoying people."

The smile she mentally imaged irked her. There were too many naive foreigners roaming about anyway.

"Thanks."

Was it just her or were people getting dumber and dumber?

Walking to her original destination again, she heard the busy songs of the cicada and mating calls of the occasional Robins and Starlings. A Jubjub bird flew above her, squawking and hooting at her to go faster. It was the size of a bus was her estimate, a school bus to be more specific.

"Shut the fuck up you damn thing."

It honked in response.

"You're not in heels now are you? Leave me alone and never come back, go run back to your stupid bitchy White Rabbit."

Honking three time in a row and ending it with a squawk, it turned tail and flew faster. Something clutched in between its giant claws. Something moving, alive. A drop of blood splattered on the bridge of her nose.

Wiping it off, Serena sighed when it turned out to be the same foreigner she tried to help awhile back. Damn bitch couldn't take instructions could she?

"Jubjub bird, down!"

It honked without even looking back and glided faster, beating it's wings for extra effort- or was it mockery?

Serena sighed, flickering her wrists for added effort one last time before she ran, tearing the bottom of her dress in a jagged line. Running in her heels never felt more painful.

Pierre Blackwood was too tired to even think right now, fingers automatically moving up to her wound, she was slightly surprised to find it bandaged.

Jolting up, her black hair tied in an uncomfortable pony tail she ripped the... blouse open to see her chest covered in bandages and a long gash on her stomach. What the hell was going on? All she could remember was the hot blond girl telling her to go right and then a giant bird just... wait...

Holding her fists up, and thumbs going up, the blue string was on her left thumb while the green string was on her right. Pierre felt like a total idiot right then and there.

"I'm an idiot."

Groaning, she slapped her forehead. Screaming slightly in pain, her hands moving straight back to her ribs out of reflex.

"Yes, you are an idiot foreigner."

"Huh?" turning around, Pierre felt her eyebrow bead up with sweat.

There was the girl who had helped her, the blond one.

"You helped me... right?"

"Are you french?"

Stricken back by her question, she flinched. Adjusting her spot on the bed, she nodded and said, "Partially, my grandparents are English but my dad's French. He moved to my hometown on December 19-"

The blond waved her hand in annoyance, green eyes narrowed. "I don't give a fucking hell about your life, all I want to know is if you were french, so you obviously are. There's no point in changing it into a life story, I'm pretty sure it's cruddy anyway."

Her comment irked the girl, waving her fist and biting her lips from the pain, she retorted with her voice laced with venom, "My dad's story isn't cruddy, it's beautiful about how they met during a revolt in my hometow-"

"Don't you want to know why you're here?"

Stopping for a moment, Pierre crossed her arms under her breasts. The pain was starting to subside.

Blond girl sighed and slapped her forehead, looking at Pierre as though she were a five year old... or an idiot.

The blond girl simply walked inside the room and pointed to her, mumbling something to herself - a prayer possibly - before continuing. "You're a foreigner. An outsider in the 'Game," Pierre was about to ask before she was silenced by a well aimed glare. "We're in Wonderland, here, it's kill or be killed."

"The-"

Cutting her off again, Serena continued. "As a foreigner, everyone will fall in love with you because it's shitty rules say so. If you want to learn more, visit the public library here because I don't know and don't give a shit about Wonderland and it's games. Please excuse me now."

Walking out the room, she glared at the faceless and they parted for her as was their routine every day.

Stopping by her room, she opened the door and closed it.

Click went the lock unsurprisingly.

Tearing off her clothes, she looked straight at the mirror which hung right behind her door. Smiling that same seductive smile she reserved for thrash or foreigners, what was the difference anyway? They were all either sluts or man-whores, same for the RoleHolders. Bloody sluts.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the handsomest of males in Wonderland?"

Tearing her wig of her head, Samuel* smiling that same sharky smile he had. Not Serena's smile, Serena's smile was for sexual desire's to work up. This was a smile to fear because he was Samuel. He was the exact definition of sexual desire and he didn't need some bloody appeal to prove it.

His curly blond hair was untamable. Green eyes that seemed to pop in a great way. The only hindrance to his glory was the body; he had to make it scrawny since, well, who wanted a buff girl? Definitely not him and he couldn't even picture his alter ego as buff. No, Serena was a beautiful treasure that many wished to have and feel up. Definitely not buff and screwed like him. But he was screwed in a good way. Vanity was after all his main interest and vanity was him.

Slipping the plain white t-shirt and jeans on, Samuel lept onto the bed and drifted into an uncomfortable sleep. Aware that the succubus was waiting for him.

Yes, I'm well aware that something like this would pop up into my brain. And no, everything will soon be explained in the next chapter and yes - this isn't reverse-harem it's plain ol' harem between a guy and tons of hot girls because I want it to be :) Constructive criticism in reviews please because I want to improve on myself to be better ^^

Seiran/Samuel* - hypocritical man-whore isn't he? But I made a twist in the next chapter {which I am typing up now^^}. Alright, why I starred it? Serian, a pun to the japanese word "Seinen." Don't worry, that ain't his real name. He's one but all, if that made any sense... D:

I had to change his name to Samuel so if you see the name "Seiran" that has slipped my eyes please point it up. Thank you for reading^^