A/N I have noticed a lack of love for the slender man we actually don't run in terror from. This story (well the beginning, at least) contains rape and some morbid imagery. This chapter will not have that loveable madman, but intend to include Hatter in the following chapter. I own NOSHING!

This story takes place in the Tim Burton Universe after Alice takes the Vaporal Sword to the White Queen.

Chapter 1.

Alice walked along the upturned roots of the magnificent trees in pure awe. It was as if she were a blind hag who, miraculously, regained her sight and repainted her memory of a mighty maple with its' true face. Her hand brushed the cracked bark, surprised to find that it felt quite soft. Behind the tree stood the dwelling of the White Queen, its' beauty magnified by the rays of the afternoon sun which kissed it's many peeks. It was a good mile away, but she was safe here, this was only a dream after all.

The girl quickly descended her perch on the hill so a mossy spot under the arbor. There was a slight breeze, warmed by the afternoon sun. It swept by from time to time to kiss her pale cheeks. With a contented sigh she fell back onto the moss and peered up into the sky. For a moment she worried that when she awoke she would never come back, and secretly she hoped she would never waken. This thought was quickly pushed to the back of her mind as a drowsy spell came over her. Alice curled her hands under her chin, closed her eyes and dozed.

Ilosovic Stayne. The Knave of Hearts raced to enemy territory, his horses' hooves thudding like thunder beneath him.

The Red Queen, furious with his ignorance, and her own, screaming and barking orders. There would be quite the beheadings tonight.

"You follow her and you catch her." Her voice was even hostile towards him, "And you break her little neck!"

The memory fresh in his mind, thus making his chase ever more urgent. He knew she had brought it to her. This crusade was in vain. However, he had been given strict orders, and dire consequences would follow anyone who disobeyed them.

The least he could do was scout for a swift and successful takeover of the White Palace, that would please Irecabeth more than returning empty handed. This fueled his anger as well as his drive. Stayne bows to no one unless it's for his own personal gain. This was the case with his "beloved" Red Queen. He despised her almost as much as she loved him. Ilosovic felt a pit in his stomach, queasy for a moment as a flash of what might be played in his mind like a drive in movie.

One quick movement and his horse came to a halt. The lengthy man dismounted and walked into a clearing. That god-awful ball in the sky struck his skin and a curse slipped past his rough lips. He must not have muffled it as much as he had hoped because the groaning of a girl caused him to twirl on his heels dramatically. Stayne crept back onto the road like a leopard, his one good eye never straying from the direction of the strangers sound. He unsheathed his hunter's dagger and held it close, elbow bent and ready to strike. The images of a sleeping Alice greeted his searing blue eye.

"Alice.."

Little time was spared in closing the distance between them. The poor girl had even less time to react to the weight being push upon her. Alice let out a startled yell but quickly silenced by a firm hand.

"Now, isn't this just lucky?" His words slipped out like venom, there was evident joy in his voice. One free, slender hand went to her neck hard against the moss, her muffled protests emitting from beneath the leather glove. Stayne weighed his options: He could snuff her out, right here and now. He could ensure their victory, and forever be in service to that dreaded red witch. Or.. he could have a little fun here, leave her scared and him satisfied. Of course Irecabeth would be furious, but he could not overlook the bragging privileges he would receive by having his way with Underlands' savior.

Alice scratched at his hands, her nails futile scraping pathetically against his armor. Pale blue eyes welled up as she prepared for the snap of her neck, but it never came. Instead, she was rising. Ilosovic picked up the small woman, for a moment she hoped he would let her go. She would not be so lucky. Blood dripped from her lip and her teeth bit down hard, her body was slammed into the tree she had only moments before envied for it's natural beauty. His lips were on hers, sucking at the blood as if it were fine wine. Tears streamed down her cheek, cleaning a smudge of mud left from lying on the earth. Stayne left her lips to venture to her collar, his hand keeping its firm grasp on her neck.

"Stop! Please, sto-AH!" Alice pleas were cut by the sound of flesh ripping. Pearly teeth had pierced her soft skin, blood smeared on his chin. Stayne curved back to lick it all off his lips. Alice watched in horror, the numbness in her shoulder giving way to pain. The monster of a man came nearer to her face, nuzzling her unmarked shoulder.

"Oh come now, Alice.." he elongated the 's' at the end of her name in a hiss, which tickled her inner ear. "Begging only makes it harder." He gave a chuckle to his double meaning, finding humor where she only found horror. With one slash of her arm, her hand came in contact with his head. Nails aimed to slash, they ripped the heart shaped leather patch from its place on Ilosovics' face. Hands covered her mouth as the gaping wound stared down at her.

"You little slut!" He shrieked. Strong arm pulled her body away from the tree and then slammed her back into it roughly. Alice let out another screech. Stayne cringed, if she was going to scream, then this would have to take place somewhere further from the road.

Blonde curls laced in a strong grasp, she was dragged from the clearing to a rivers bank. Alice's tiny body hit the ground hard, she was sobbing now and this couldn't have pleased him more. That dress. That troublesome dress. It was discarded quickly, leaving Alice to cover her bare chest with her arms. She wore a modest pair of panties, this made him chuckle a little. Alice was in shambles. She shook in fear and confusion, her hair a tangled mess, dirty and sand clung to her skin like ugly leeches. She never looked more beautiful to him.

Her undies were the next to go, which was not as easy as he would have hoped. Thrashing legs must have knocked him in the head more than once. It became a game to him, her cries and pleas were matched by his chuckles until at last the silk garment was discarded for good. Stayne flung it over his shoulder, into the river, and let the current take it far away. She was nude before him, a sobbing, dirty mess. Stayne roughly pushed her legs apart, his tongue on his lips like a young boy who tried so very hard to hook a worm onto his fishing line. Little hands went to her most private region, trying to keep what little dignity she possessed. This too, became a game. One, which was over quicker than he would have liked. With her arms held firm above her head, her knees clamped together.

"You're just oodles of fun, aren't you?" One was traded for two as his newly free hand slipped between her legs. Alice let out a whimper between sobs. After a few jabs to the side, Alice complied and laid with her legs spread apart. Her eyes closed tight in shame as she choked on a sob.

Stayne rolled his head back to appraise his catch, his breath quickened and the discomfort in his pants was beginning to become a real bother. Alice laid in her misery until she heard the folding of fabric and the tossing aside of a chest piece.

"NO! Don't, don't touch me, please! What ever you want, money? My families wealthy.." She made up every excuse she could to make this stop, but they fell on def ears. Stayne was already upon her with his hard lips over a perk nipple. Alice let out a startled moan, which surprised her, and then began to thrash wildly as his hard member pressed against her inner thigh. Like the rest of his body, his prick was elongated to inhuman proportions. A most monstrous grin painted on Ilosovics face as he lined himself up. This reassured Alice that this was, indeed, going to hurt. A lot.

He entered her unceremoniously, Alice letting out a scream, which caused a nearby pair of birds to fly off scared and confused. Stayne closed his eyes for a moment as his head felt the entrance to her womb. Alice, whose fingers were grasping hard on the dirt whipped her hateful gaze up at the Knave, he was not all the way in. With a rough shove he entered her further, which caused Alice to wither below him in pain she had not know existed. Stayne let out a satisfied groan at the sight of his enemy in pain. Her lower abdomen was extended slightly from him, he grinned in triumph. Alice would never forget this, would never forget him. Blood seeped onto the riverbank from her torn hymen. Tears streamed down her face, which jerked with sobs of self-loathing and anger.

Stayne stayed like he was for a long moment, just to drink in the beauty of the disgraced angel below him. He did not start slowly or gently, it began fast and rough. Alice was far beyond screaming now. With each pump into her, the river washes she felt a little more and more of herself away. Stayne was in euphoria, she was so small and untouched. Unlike the usual dish he dined on from time to time. Alice began to wish he had snapped her neck and left her under that tree. Death seemed so sweet, anything to free her from this torment.

A hoarse moan passes her gaping mouth, her eyes widened in sheer surprise. Inwardly she prayed that this went over his head, it didn't. It encouraged him, excited him, Stayne spread he legs further, the joints popping, and he penetrated her deeper. Alice let out a mixture of moans and screams until her legs began to shake uncontrollably. Ilosovic, too, was reaching his end. His breathing was savage as he plowed into, he came at once, filling her with his seed, and he pumped until he was sure if was all in there. Alice released and felt her body go limp as her vision darkened and her mind went blank as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Stayne took a moment to collect himself, wiping off his dick on her stomach. He erected himself and adjusted his pants and returned his breastplate. The discarded eye patch was collected and put back in place. Ilosovic looked at his reflection in the river and smoothed his sweaty hair back with his hand. Before he left for the river, he took one parting glance at the unconscious body of Alice.

"Farewell, Alice. It's been fun, but I'm sure we'll see each other real soon."

End Chapter 1