Requiem: Hello there. Most of you may know me as XReplica, but alas…I just wanted to do something new. So…VIOLA! I hope you all enjoy my new story and some such.

Disclaimer: I wish I could say I owned the lovely characters, world, and what not but…if wishes were fishes; my imagination would be an ocean…so yeah. I don't own anything. 'Cept for Bridget and her crazy antics.

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Chapter I

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Part I

The Arrival

"You're…lonely?" Peter White looked over at the glum faced Alice. She nodded to his question, hugging her knees to her chest. Peter agreed that for a while now, Alice wasn't her usual, happy self. Then again, how could she be lonely with Peter always with her? "Why are you lonely Alice? Aren't I enough?"

She sighed, stretching out her legs. "I'm not lonely like that, Peter." She muttered, turning to face the open window. "I miss my friends, especially my best friend." Alice continued as she walked over to the open window, relishing the light breeze that kissed her face. "Peter..."

"Yes, my Alice?" His rabbit ears perked up; ready to do anything she would ask of him. He scurried to her side, and wrapped a warming arm around her shoulders. "What is it?"

Alice didn't look at him, merely stared out into the rolling hills of Wonderland. "Can you bring her to me?" Peter looked confused. "Bring my best friend Bridget to me."

Peter held a fallen expression. He was afraid that this "Bridget" would take away Alice's attention from him. Alas, he couldn't say no to Alice. With a swift kiss to her hand, Peter White set off to kidnap the girl his Alice yearned to see.

"Bridget? Are you awake?" Alice's older sister shook awake the dark haired girl. "Bridget!" With that shout, the younger woman woke with a start. "Honestly, you're just like Alice."

With a sigh, Bridget sat up rubbing her green-blue eyes then smoothed out her waist long, chocolate colored hair. "Yeah, whatever." Bridget mumbled, not in the mood to talk about her forgotten best friend. The only reason Bridget came to the Liddell house everyday, was in hopes that she would find Alice waiting for her there. Just one day…

'That must be her.' Peter White mused, from his hiding spot in the bushes. He took note of how much she actually looked like Alice, with slightly different features about her. But there was no way he could compare her to Alice. Peter could tell that this "Bridget" was different.

He sat there waiting, watching until Alice's elder sister disappeared into the house. Peter didn't want to freak the girl out and have her run away from him. He morphed into his rabbit form, and then made his move. She didn't seem to notice him at first; she seemed to be half-asleepཀ Peter took the initiative and poked her nose with his rabbit paw.

The brunette lazily opened her eyes, and sat up. She rubbed the sleep from her hazel hues, and watched the rabbit curiously as it began to hop away, motioning for her to follow it. "How strange…" She mumbled, but followed the white rabbit regardless.

The rabbit led her further into the Liddell's garden, pointing down at a hole. "Down the rabbit hole?" Bridget asked looking at the white animal. It nodded and pointed more sternly at the hole. It seemed to be getting impatient. "I don't know…"

"Why can't you just listen?" Peter White sighed and returned to his human form. Bridget sat there, stunned. "Come on." He pulled the girl up and jumped down into the hole, holding her tightly to him.

Unlike Alice, Bridget didn't scream or ask if she was going to die. Instead, when their eyes had met, Peter saw a genuine smile, a smile that was full of life and excitement.

Their eyes met for a brief second. "You know, Mr. Rabbit." She began the smile still evident on her porcelain face. "Falling…it feels like flying!" To that, Peter found himself smiling himself. He gave a nod to her, agreeing silently.

"Indeed it does."

The impact of the fall, or maybe the fall itself, had caused sleep to fall over the young Bridget. Darkness enveloped her for quite some time, and when she finally did wake, it was nighttime. Only for a short while though, as the sun had rose a few minutes after her wake.

"Where…?" Bridget sat up and instantly caught sight of the white rabbit in his human form. "Oh, now I remember. You took me down a…rather deep, hole." He nodded to her in response then walked over and knelt before her. "What's-"

"This place is called Wonderland," He did a slight bow. "And I am Peter White." He watched for a few silent moments, before he stood and extended her hand to her. He had to remember to take her straight to Alice. That was the whole reason he had even kidnapped her!

Peter knew he would not force her to drink that same pink liquid he had forced Alice to down. No, she wasn't here to play. She was just here for Alice. And when Alice was bored of her, he would gladly take her back home.

Bridget cautiously took the rabbit's hand and stood. Her legs were a bit shaky, but good nonetheless. She quickly withdrew her hand from his grasp, not entirely sure that this "Peter White" was safe. Though, when he began to walk, she began to follow.

The pair walked in silence for a while. That is, until Bridget's curiosity got the best of her. She sped up a bit and matched strides with the white rabbit. "Where are we going?" He didn't answer. "Where are we now?" Again, there was no answer. "How long will it-"

Her last question was cut off by the sudden sound of a gunshot. The bullet itself had actually flown right passed Bridget's face. Time seemed to slow as she caught sight of it, and called out to Peter, who was in the bullet's line of fire. Her worries were unfounded as the rabbit expertly dodged the threat, and then turned his spectacled eyes to the direction where the bullet had come.

"Good dodging Peter White." A taunting voice called out.

Peter held no expression on his face. "Elliot March." He muttered and drew his own weapon out.

Bridget gasped, watching in amazement as Peter's oversized "pocket" watch grew into a gun. 'How on Earth did he do that?' She thought quietly. She was about to ask, but was once again interrupted by a flying bullet that zoomed passed her face.

None seemed to care if she lived or died at this point, seeing as Peter started shooting right around her as this "Elliot March" had been doing. She really couldn't take this anymore. Bridget seized the only moment when bullets where flying passed her and dashed away from the gunfight, faintly hearing Peter White's call in her ear.

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She did not stop running. Bridget ran as fast as her legs were able, deeper and deeper into the seemingly endless forest. Her heart was racing as she still heard gunshots ringing throughout, and tears pricked at her eyes. When her legs gave in on her, Bridget fell to the mud beneath her.

How in the world has she ended up in this sad situation?

Bridget managed to prop herself into a sitting position, but her legs ached and the mud on her face and dress didn't make things any better. "Oh…what do I do now?" She cried, crystalline tears dropping from her hazel orbs and streaming down her beautiful face. "How pathetic I must look…"

Bridget decided she would wait for Peter to find her. If he was still alive, that is. She desperately hoped the rabbit would come and find her. "Please…" she silently sobbed, dropping her face into her mudded hands. "Someone…anyone…"

As if someone had heard her sorrowful prayers, light footfalls were heard off in the distance. Bridget could clearly hear them coming closer and closer. She turned in the direction of the noise, watching carefully as a tall man wearing a fancy suit and top hat walked onto the scene.

It was silent after he appeared. They just watched each other. Bridget watched him with interest and familiarity, while he watched her with intrigue and curiosity. Nothing was said as the moments continued to pass, and before either knew it, the morning sun had set.

Bridget made a move to try and stand, but her legs refused too and she fell forward. Luckily for her, the stranger of a man dashed his hand out and caught her arm. He pulled her up, struggling to actually stay up, and he noticed her wobbling legs.

He said nothing as he swooped the girl literally off of her feet, and carried her deeper into the woods. 'Who is this man? And why does he look so…' Bridget squeaked and clung to the man's chest as she caught sight of another rabbit.

It wasn't Peter White, but a yellow haired hare, it would seem. "Elliot, where have you been?" The man asked the rabbit. Said rabbit shot into a long-winded explanation about his encounter with Peter White. As Elliot's explanation continued, Bridget clung to the man as closely as she could. Her was heart racing, at the not so distant memory of the gunfight.

"P-please…make him go away." Bridget mumbled into the man's expensive looking, white dress shirt. She turned her head slightly upward, meeting his onyx orbs with her hazel ones; tears threatening to fall from her heavenly eyes.

The man watched her for several seconds, before he turned his eyes over to the rabbit. "Elliot." The hare was attentive, awaiting orders. "Leave. Now." He looked shocked, but left as asked.

Bridget waited until footsteps could no longer be heard, and turned her head back around to the north. "A mansion?" She muttered as her eyes caught sight of the large building. "Amazing…"

"It's my home." The man said and carried her inside.

The thousands of directions fascinated Bridget. She became most fascinated by the large collection of teacups, which were displayed in a marble glass case. So many beautiful and extravagant things hung on the walls or were strewn across the floor. Bridget couldn't get enough of the decorations. She yearned to explore the mansion.

The man set her down onto a luxurious, satin-sheeted bed. "You may call me Blood." He told her, and she was stunned by the strange name. "Blood Dupre is my full name, and I run the Hatter organization." She nodded and made a move to get off the bed. She wouldn't want to stain the beautiful silk. But Bridget found herself being pushed back down by Blood. "Rest for now. You've had an eventful day. When you wake you may use the bathroom as you see fit and change into one of the dresses you can find in the closet."

Bridget's mind couldn't quite comprehend everything that was happening. She merely nodded to Blood, then allowed her eyelids to fall and sleep to take her.

"You mean…she ran away?" Alice looked over at Peter White, her heart heavy with sadness. Bridget wouldn't just run away without a reason. Alice knew her well enough to know that. "Peter, what happened exactly?"

And so Peter explained the situation he had with Elliot March. Alice groaned, she knew it had to be something like that. Things rarely ever stay quiet in the forest. The young woman walked over to Peter, standing directly in front of him.

"We have to find herཀ She's a role holder, right?" He nodded. "Then if she dies…" Alice shook her head, not even wanting to think about it. She headed for the door but was halted by Peter.

"Alice, its night." He told her reasonably. "We can't go searching for her in the dark." Peter brought his beloved into a warm embrace. "I promise we'll start looking for her as soon as the sun comes out." He smiled at her, and she muttered an agreement. Alice was sensible after all.

"Alright." She sighed and went over to the bed. "As soon as it's light out."

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Part II

The Chaos

Bridget had taken full advantage of the Hatter's suggestion. She took a nice, hot shower and washed away all the dirt and dried tears. It felt so good to be squeaky clean. The brunette then dried herself off and searched through the walk-in closet for a suitable dress. Granted, all of the dresses were suitable and beautiful. And in her size no less.

It was a bit strange, but Bridget couldn't complain. She finally decided upon a beautiful, black and white dress with matching boots.

It wasn't too long, or too short for that matter, and ended just above her knees. The dress was white, with a frilly lace at the hem and had several layers to it, and the bottom of the dress poof out a bit, much to Bridget's liking. Layered over the dress was a black ensemble that fit well. It began at her chest and ended right around her waist, with a black bow tied to the front. While the back actually extended further down to the hem.

The black garment was outlined with a white, satin fabric and came with somewhat puffy sleeves. The sleeves were reminiscent of a maid's uniform, and held white lace at the edge of the short sleeves. But it didn't stop there, as the black sleeves continued beyond the lace and down to Bridget's knuckles, and again the sleeves ended with beautifully crafted white fabric with lace at the end.

Finally, Bridget topped off the entire outfit with lacy socks that ended just under the knee, and slightly shorter black boots.

"One last thing…" Bridget mumbled and reached for a black laced, white bow. She placed the bow onto the right side of her head, a few inches behind her. "There. Perfect."

Once she had finished dressing, Bridget rushed back into the bedroom, and did one final brush through of her wavy hair. Just as she had finished, there were three swift knocks at the door before it creaked open.

The brunette turned to see Elliot March standing at the doorway, with his ears turned down. There was a slight pout to his lips and he cleared his throat before speaking. "I…I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. If I had known you were there, I wouldn't have-"

"Ah, I see." Bridget stood and walked over to the hare. "Then, I understand Mister March." She said politely and took his hands into hers. "I thank you for coming her and apologizing." With a radiant smile gracing her features, Bridget released the hare's hands.

She took note of the blush that tainted Elliot's cheeks. "E-Elliot's fine." He commented before dashing out of the room.

Bridget found herself giggling before returning back to the vanity mirror. She gasped at the strange item that wasn't there before. "What is this?" She said quietly and picked up the tiny vial, filled with pink liquid and had a heart shaped cap. There was a note on the vial as well. "Drink Me…?" She read and uncapped the vial.

With a sigh, Bridget downed the pink, bubblegum tasting liquid. Nothing happened at first, but soon she felt her heart swell with warm, then her entire body. Before she had time to think about what it all meant, the door creaked open. She turned and found Blood standing there.

She gave him a polite smile and he nodded in return. It was at that moment that something strange happened. Well, to Blood at least. He watched Bridget even more so that before. Something about the way she moved, her smile, everything…it all reminded him of Alice. He knew though, that she was not Alice. No, she may be like Alice in some ways, but Bridget was different in so many more.

Perhaps this time, things would be different for the Hatter. "I've come to escort you." He told her in his smooth as silk voice. Bridget seemed excited and quickly went to his side.

"Of course." She smiled once more, and took hold of his arm. "After all, you saved my life." This could be somewhat of an exaggeration, but still. "I am indebted to you, Blood. And I wish for nothing more than to be with you." She seemed so confident that it radiated off of her.

Blood nodded once and began to walk, with her on his arm. He didn't mind at all, Blood actually wanted her at his side, for whatever reason. "I am glad." He said, placing a white-gloved hand over hers. Something told him, he would never be bored so long as she was around.

"After all," Bridget snuggled up to Blood's sleeve. "I feel safe here with you."

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"There's your mansion, the Clock Tower, Amusement Park, and the Queen's Castle." Bridget repeated of all the places she heard. The Hatter nodded as he held the young woman's hand, and led her through the forest where they had first met. "So…where are we going now?"

"To the Amusement Park." He told her simply. The mafia side of the Hatter wanted this new foreigner to know of Gowland. Mary Gowland. After all, she would find out eventually about his name. Why not sooner, rather than later? "I am inclined to introduce you to a…friend of mine."

"Really?" Bridget gave the mafia leader a small smile. "I'm excited. I would love to meet a friend of yours." Little did she know that this "friend" of Blood was far from a friend. She wasn't even aware that her savior, Blood Dupre was a mafia leader.

They walked the few minutes it took to get to the Amusement Park with light conversation along the way.

"Wow!" The brunette gasped as her hazel hues caught the lights and sounds of the amusement park. "Everything looks so fun." She commented and left Blood's side to examine each ride. When she stopped at the Merry-Go-Round, she found that she was not alone.

"Hm? Who are you?" A lazy voice asked and stepped out from behind the ride. Bridget felt she should look away, seeing as the man bore a mid-drift that exposed his slightly toned stomach. Still, Bridget couldn't keep her eyes away from the large purple-ish boa that rested on his slender shoulders.

"Bridget…" She answered in a daze. She hadn't even realized she was standing in front of him, lightly stroking the boa. "So soft..." She chided and glanced up at the man's cat ears. Her curiosity had once again gotten the best of her. She stood on the tips of her toes and reached up to pet the purple cat ears of the stranger.

Around her waist, a gloved hand wrapped around her, and suddenly pulled her back. Bridget broke out of her daze, and her eyes strayed from the purple feline-esque human in front of her, to the owner of the arm that was securely wrapped around her mid-section.

"Blood!" She gasped, a deep crimson tainting her porcelain features. "I…uh…where…?" She stammered out, and seemed to shrink further into the Hatter's coat. "S-sorry…" She muttered, and then proceeded to bury her face into his coat.

'What a fool I've made of myself,' Bridget inwardly kicked herself for being so entranced by animal ears. It was the same deal with Elliot March. Oh, how she wanted to touch those long ears. 'He'll hate me for sure now…'

The situation was quite the opposite as Blood, held onto Bridget tightly. "Ah, the Chesire Cat." He said in a dangerously low tone. "Boris, exactly what did you do to my lady?" Blood smirked slightly feeling the girl's face heat up from his term used to refer to her.

The cat scoffed and crossed his arms. "I didn't do anything." He said, with a brush of his purple boa. "I was just standing here and she came over and started her-" Before he could finish, there was a shout at the entrance to the park.

All eyes (minus Bridget's) were turned to Alice and Peter White standing at the entrance. Blood held no expression and held tighter onto Bridget still. Alice and Peter rushed over to the trio and instantly Alice addressed her friend.

"Bridget. Bridget it's me, Alice." The brunette barely turned her head away from Blood's coat, and sure enough she saw the blond haired girl. Alice smiled sweetly and beckoned for Bridget to pry herself away from Blood's grasp. "Come now, Bridget. Let's go back to the Queen's castle."

Bridget stared silently at Alice for a few moments. Her only answer being the grip she gave to Blood's jacket. "I…" She turned her eyes up to meet Blood's deep hues of onyx. "No." She said finally, and then turned her eyes back to Alice.

"What?" Alice stepped back in disbelief. Peter took hold of her shoulders; afraid she would fall over from her shock. "Bridget…" Alice's sadness seemed to morph into anger as she turned her blue orbs to Blood. "You!" She pointed angrily at him, her hand shaking. "You want to keep her all to yourself and lock her away in your mansion, don't you?!"

Blood didn't answer. He only wore that expressionless mask on his face. His gloved hands took hold of Bridget's shoulders and pulled her a few inches away from him. He bent down and met her eyes. "Bridget, if you don't want to stay with me, then feel free to leave with your friend."

Bridget said nothing in response to that; instead her eyes became glossy as tears formed at the edges of her eyes. "Do you…not want me?" She mumbled, turning her head towards the floor. Afraid that if she looked at Blood, her emotions would betray her and tears would fall. "Have I been…bothering you?"

"Far from it." Blood answered, and cupped the young woman's chin. He lifted her head, and watched as tears spilled from her beautiful eyes. "I enjoy your company very much Bridget and would be deeply saddened if you chose to stay with your friend." He wiped at her tears with his free hand. "But, it is your choice and I can do nothing to change your mind."

"Bridget?" Alice called to her friend, beckoning once again for the brunette to come with her. "Come on Bridget, we can have a lot of fun together." She chimed, trying to lighten the mood.

"Alice…I want to-" For the second time today, someone was cut off by a loud shout. Everyone turned their eyes to the interloper and owner of the amusement park. Gowland.

"Ah! I see we have some visitors." He smiled, apparently not seeing the Hatter just yet. "Boris," He turned his attention to the feline. "Why didn't you tell me we had guests?" Boris couldn't answer as Gowland continued to chatter away about all the rides.

When he finally finished his tirade, he had finally taken notice of the sniffling brunette. "Ah! A foreigner, by the looks of it." Gowland went over and pushed Blood out of the way, and proceeded to violently shake the girl's hand. "Nice to meet you my name is-"

"Mary Gowland." Blood said, having no problem interrupting him as he had pulled Bridget away from him. All eyes turned to Blood, then to Bridget for her reaction. She just blinked, confused by the whole situation.

She stepped away from Gowland, inching back over to Blood. "It is…n-nice to meet you." She half-laughed, trying not to enrage the man. She nervously looked around, hoping everyone would look at something else besides her. "My name is Bridget."

"Such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl!" Gowland chirped and drew out his violin. "I shall now play a beautiful song, for my new foreigner friend!" Bridget was curious to hear the song, but everyone else wasn't too crazy about it as they all shouted for him to stop before her started.

He started to play…and Bridget thought her eardrums had exploded. "Make him stop!" She yelled out, being barely overheard by Gowland's bad playing. Nobody's shout seemed to reach Gowland. What did finally make him stop, was a bullet shot right passed his face.

"There you are Blood!" Elliot yelled out with both Dee and Dum on his flanks. "We've been looking all over for you!" The blond hare sighed with relief that he was unharmed, but that didn't appear to be the case for much longer as Gowland's violin shifted into a large gun.

"What's going on here?" Ace called out as he too, appeared onto the scene. "Hello." Ace smiled over at Bridget and introduced himself, with a firm handshake. "My name is Ace!"

"Bridget." She replied, her heart rate increasing from his warm touch and smiling face. A strange feeling surged through her, and before she had time to decipher what it was, Gowland opened fire.

Everything seemed to happen at once as people rushed all over. Peter took Alice into his arms, with Ace in tow, Dee and Dum pulled Blood back away from Gowland, and Mary Gowland didn't seem to care who he was shooting at. And poor, poor Bridget was left alone.

Her heart seemed to stop as she tried to move away. Go somewhere, anywhereཀ The poor girl had no idea what she was doing and apparently, had no common sense either as she ran in a completely random direction. She ran away from everyone, looking for the exit to the park.

Poor Bridget was hit however. Her usual clumsiness caused her to trip over her own feet, and she fell forward. However, her fall put her right in the line of one of Gowland's stray bullets. She hissed in pain as the bullet grazed her cheek.

She fell to the floor with a loud thud, and for the most part, she was alright. Minus the stinging pain in her cheek. She sat up, her hands cupped over her bleeding cheek. Tears flowed free from her hazel orbs and she muttered to herself over and over, how much her cheek seemed to burn.

Bridget couldn't waste anymore time. Something in her willed her to stand, and that same thing willed her to run. She heard her name being shouted by several people, but she made no move to stop and listen. Bridget just ran as far as she was able to, before she finally collapsed near a tall tower and fell into unconsciousness.