Disclaimer: I own none of the characters and all that jazz. I apologize if this story offends anyone. If violence, cruelty and possibly smut in future chapters bothers you, stop reading now. This story has many dark themes in it and probably is centred on them so read with caution. For those who love things like this enjoy, and review if you want.

Chapter One: Luka

Humming through a garden of Bougainvillea a voice echoed through the still air. Still as death, of nothingness. Slowly strands of silky pink hair fell into the blooms cradled by the blue eyed beauty who owned the voice sounding through the darkness. She was humming a sweet melody of safety and love to the delicate flowers as if they were her child, her gentle eyes shadowed with dark bruises. Her pain didn't seem to distract her from caring for this 'child', her singing always on key and ready to soothe if she needed to.

She looked to the stars that were fading from the night sky, "Shhh… don't cry baby… nothing will hurt you while I hold you in my arms… I'll keep you safe my sweet child…"

The young woman was known throughout her country as one of the most beautiful creatures around. She loved flowers and grew a stunning garden full of all her favourites. If anyone tried looking for her, knew they could find her tending her garden, always dressed like a lady in her expensive pink silk and lace. She had everything she could ever want and could tend to her pleasures and desires without a care. One day, she caught the eye of a very respectable man. He was captivated by the young girl and thought it wise to befriend her father. They dined and had many knowledgeable conversations and soon, young Luka was promised to the young man. In those days arranged marriages between wealthy families was a normal thing and was in fact expected. It wasn't likely for a young woman of wealth to marry someone below her, someone who couldn't give her the same luxuries her father provided for her through her life. Luka was never one concerned with wealth or status, more interested in the many flowers she grew. If a poor man was to catch her eye and she fell for him, she could give up all the wealth in the world for love. Fortunately she wouldn't have to make that sacrifice, her suitor was just as wealthy if not more so than her own family. She would never have to worry a day in her life about being provided for.

Luka easily fell for him after they were married. He was handsome and charming, she couldn't have asked for a better provider. He romanced her, and proved to her that their lives would be perfect together. And it was. They were respected by all the wealthy and noblemen, Luka playing her part as the obedient wife as if she was born for the role. Truth is told she was of good breeding and taught the ways of acting around people of power to make her family and now husband proud by her mother. This was a normal thing for young girls to learn, amongst other mannerisms, Luka was able to use at social events. She truly made him look good in front of all his comrades, who were jealous of all his success in life and the beautiful wife he was so lucky to have. Many had tried getting permission from her father for her hand in marriage through the years and no one had succeeded until now. Eyes of men always followed her every move, even when she was quiet or distant.

Soon enough, it was time to start a family. Even through her pregnancy she was radiant and graceful to those who noticed. They had decided, her husband really wanted a boy, the boy would carry his name and to Luka's delight a girl would be named Alice.

Time passed as Luka's baby grew, yet, with time things changed. No one knew what triggered her husband, but soon he spent more and more time away with his friends, drinking more than he should at the nearby pub. One night, their perfect world came crashing down all at once. He came in loudly, reeking of the different alcohol he was drinking while Luka was reading by the fire. She greeted him sweetly as she always did, no matter his condition. She closed her book, laying it down as she went to her husband to assist him. This wasn't the first time he had come home drunk, she would help him to bed and let him sleep it off. She was more understanding than most in these circumstances, guessing his work must have become very stressful for him. Not that he would have told her this, she just wanted to help him through his stresses but he must have been too proud to talk to her about it. Who was she to him anyway? This night was different. She gracefully walked up to him, and as soon as she was in range he struck her across the face. She lost her balance and fell, looking up at this pig of a man with horrified, accusing eyes. She was still carrying their child, why would he do this now? He called her a whore because of all the male attention she seemed to attract. She never gave any of these men a single glance, why would he say this? She has been nothing but loyal to him. Doing everything he ever asked of her. As she tried to get back to her feet, he kicked her down a second time. Something felt wrong with this attack but she wasn't given a moment to figure out what the problem was. He assaulted her mercilessly, drunk with jealousy, and too blind to notice his wife was busy miscarrying their child. He was killing their child without a second thought or remorseful word. He simply did it because he could. Because it was his right as the man of the house. Luka felt so betrayed at that moment. She just wanted to disappear, to be invisible.

Her garden full of moonlight soon had a darkness cast a shadow over it, a forest full of mutated plant life. What happened to the garden she was so proud of? What happened to all the flowers of soft pinks? The last of her flowers left were her white roses that were being stained red by what seemed like blood. Her blood. A pool of blood that trailed behind her every step. Was she dying? She didn't feel like she was dying. Her voice echoed through the night, holding onto the last of her sanity as if her life depended on it.

"As long as I have you by my side I know I can face anything… Any nightmare… do not fear, my love, I'll chase these bad dreams away… my beautiful Alice…"

The moon lit up this terrifying world. A world of nightmares Luka couldn't seem to get away from. The nightmare of the darkness that seemed to haunt her waking dreams.

"I'll protect your dreams, my darling child… fear not, as long as you are by my side, no harm shall befall you…"

She dropped the flowers, white roses as fragile as a new-born, walking through the darkness she finds she cannot escape.

I wish I was invisible…

I wish no one can see me…

No one but my sweet Alice…

Alice…

Find me…

I'll help you find your way…