This one-shot is courtesy of hellsingfanchick on deviant art! I highly suggest you check out her artwork- it's amazing :D She said I could use one of her pieces as a base for this one-shot (as well as another I'm going to start).
So, this whole thing is credited to hellsingfanchick, NOT ME.
Not This Time
She sunk to the floor of the hallway and began crying. Had Iracebeth truly gotten the best of her this time? All she had left was this poofy dress from the Hatter, who had- not seconds ago- convinced her that he loved her. He was off sulking somewhere, but he had good reason to. Not many people are especially excited when their whole family is killed off. She had come back to the castle only to find it empty of humans. She was alone- completely and utterly alone.
Mirana jumped to her feet, though, as she heard someone approach. The intruder didn't say a word as they came closer. She whipped around, her breath getting caught in her throat. She couldn't scream for two reasons- there was no one to hear, and she had never screamed before in her life. Instead, she stood shock-still and waited to be killed.
A large arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and a hand covered her mouth as she desperately tried to get free. Her attempts did more harm than good, seeing as the person threw them both to the ground. She looked around frantically for the person's face and was 'rewarded' when he came into view.
It was Illosovic Stayne.
This time, she did scream, but his hand muffled it so much that she could barely hear it herself! He smiled deviously and layed on top of her to further pin her down. Now, she was barely breathing at all. He kissed her forehead and smoothed her hair out of her face, running his fingers through it. He removed his hand from her mouth, but it was useless now to try and scream again.
"The Jabberwocky has slain your followers…and now, I shall ravage you, Mirana." She turned her head to the side as he said it, but he had his fingers on her chin, making it difficult. He held one lock of her hair in his hand. Her eyebrows came together and her mouth dropped open as he kissed down her neck and he played with her breasts. She was scared, in all honesty. He stopped playing with her and dropped down by her lady parts.
He started shuffling through the layers of dress, confused. She barely noticed the tears running down her face as he continued moving all the lacey fabric. She had begun to calm down after about 20 minutes, but Stayne had gotten angrier.
"Where the fuck are you?" he yelled. "I can't find you anywhere in this friggin' dress!"
Mirana, afraid of getting hurt out of his pure anger, yelled back (while sobbing), "I don't know!"
In that one moment, she was happy Tarrant had put in all those layers. Stayne couldn't violate her against her will. Nope, not this time.