Authors note: This is my newest story. I got the idea from when the Chessur pretends to be Hatter in the movie! ANYWAYS, I'm not giving up on my other Alice In Wonderland stories, or my Sweeney Todd one, or My teen Titans one, so Now being pissy about not updating soon enough!
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Mel Swirls!
Through my mother's rabbit hole
By: Melanie Swirls
Chapter 1
How would you feel if you had to go every single day of you life carrying the last name of your father who you haven't even met? My mother says he was a good man, and that the only thing that brought them apart was distance.
But I'm not an idiot. I know she's lying. My father caused her pain and sadness. He wasn't there when I was born and apparently, he doesn't even know I'm alive. And for that, I will never be able to forgive him.
Rayne Hightopp. That's my name on the birth certificate, but if that asshole thinks I'm going to be proud of his last name or whatever, he's wrong, because I always say my last name is Kingsley, as in Alice Kingsley, as in my mother.
My mother and I look so much alike, it's actually rather frightening. We both have untamable long blonde hair but her hair is like gold and mine is like a giant blonde strawberry. I have her face features though but I ruin that because I have sometimes-green sometimes-blue eyes.
"Rayne!" My mother shouted. I looked up at her and smile. "Yes?" I asked and marveled about how high I said that. "We have to go to Hamish's mansion for dinner. Are you ready to go?" She asked. She was probably annoyed that I always got lost in thought and I acted differently then other 19-year-old girls. "I'm ready." I say as I look down at my bright blue dress. Unlike my mother, I was wearing a corset and stockings.
She nodded and we walked out towards the carriage. I dreaded going to Lord Hamish's house. He was odd looking and he had digestive problems that weren't going to help him in life. I sighed and looked out the window. It was so boring there. The only thing that's remotely fun about going is that they have a brilliantly large garden, and they always serve dozens of different teas.
Once we got there, I slipped gracefully out of the carriage and walked towards the garden. I didn't like the snooty brat people who seem to think they are better then me here, so I always ended up spending most of my time alone.
I walked and saw a huge tree. I smiled and sat down under it. I pulled my newest horror book out of my purse and began to read.
"Hello Rayne." I hear a dark seductive voice call. I look up from my book and see no one. "Hello. Who are you and where are you placed?" I ask while trying to see the man who talked. "What's less frightening, a cat or a man?" The same voice called. "A man." I say as I look around. He had dodged my question with another question, how rude!
I get up and walk behind the tree where I nearly fall on top of a man. I get up and look at him. He was tall and thin, that's what I noticed first. I looked at his hair; it was black with a neon blue tint to it. It was messy, medium length and it fell over his blue/green eyes. He had a permanent smile plastered on his face. "So you were the one speaking to me. Who are you?"
His smile seemed to grow even larger. He was extremely good looking in my opinion but others might pin him down as Dangerous. "My name is Chessur. Did your mother ever speak about me?" Chessur. What an odd name. "No. I've never heard of you before, but I would like to get to know you." I say as I look into his faraway eyes; that seemed to be more then a little angry. "Did she tell you about Hatter? Tweedledee and Tweedledum? Thackery? Mallymkum?" I shook my head as he named off people I've never heard of before.
He sighed and the smile from on his face was broken for a few seconds. "What a naughty girl." He said more to himself then to me. "Um, Chessur, my mother is 40, she's not a little girl." I decided to leave out my question about her being "naughty" in fear of how sexual it could become. "Yes, but when I first met her, she was 7, same with every one else." He said with that same seductively dark tone. I felt like asking him if he knew my father. If he's known my mother that long then he had to have met him at least once. "Do you know a Tarrant Hightopp?" He looked at me funny for a few seconds then smiled, "She told you about Hatter but not about me? That's completely rude of her!" My father's a hatter and they call him by his profession? That's quite pointless.
"Is he a good man?" I ask him. He was the first person I've ever met who was able to tell me about him. I may hate him with every inch of my soul, but I also want to know who he is. "He's completely mad." He said as he sat down. "Why are you so curious about Tarrant?" he asked as his smile widened. He didn't know he was my father? I wonder how this was going to turn out. "Rayne, who's your father?" Chessur suddenly asked. I sighed. I knew I couldn't keep him off this question for very long. "My mother told me he was known as Tarrant Hightopp." I say as I slid down beside him. "But in my opinion, I have no father." I add quietly. Chessur's eyes widen and his smile falls slightly. "To judge and not know is the same thing as not judging but knowing everything." He said. I guessed it was a riddle of some sort, but I honestly didn't know.
"Do you trust me, Rayne?" He suddenly asked. I smiled, because despite the dangerous allure around him, I still trusted him with my soul. "Of course." I say a little too fast but if Chessur noticed, he didn't say anything.
He grabbed my hand and jumped down a rabbit hole.
Authors note: This will be and OC/Chessur story, despite the small fact that I'm sure there isn't very many of them. In the end it will be a Hatter/Alice story too so just hang in there. REVIEW!
Peace Out!
Mel Swirls!