Hey guys, welcome to my first crossover! I plan on making this one a looonggg one! I'm not sharing the plotline but, it's Alice in Wonderland crossed with Sweeney Todd, and all of my OC's are in it! I can't think of a suitable title right now so it'll remain "After Alice" until I can think of something more attention-grabbing. Here goes…

Underland, Salazen Grum, After Alice

Only the sound of Princess Beth's boots on the tiled castle floors could be heard as she strode toward the throne room. She had been fast asleep in her chambers when one of her chamber maids came tearing in, claiming that her mother wished to speak to her. As a Princess must, Beth had pushed the covers away from her thin figure and slid out of bed. She hated to relinquish her sweet dreams to be subject to her mother's every whim. It's not as if she hated her mother, she in fact loved her mother very much, she just hated being attention-deprived, as she often was.

Beth, quickly, but still quietly enough not to wake anyone else in the castle, rushed from her chamber, and to the top of the grand staircase. She almost fell down it, but luckily the banister was there for her to catch herself on. As she neared the hallway where the throne room was, it was starting to get dark. Why, some of the candelabrums had blown out. Beth paused as she reached for the throne room doors. She could've sworn that she heard something howl outside the nearest window. Had the Bandersnatch gotten loose again?

She slowly pushed open the double doors, and peered inside.

The throne room was pitch black. She entered the room, stepping quietly toward the throne. Normally, she would've retrieved a candle from a holder somewhere, but she could feel something odd about it all tonight. The room where she was raised, the room where she attended magnificent balls, the room she spent her whole life in. How could she ever have a creepy feeling about this room? Of all the rooms in the castle, she loved this one the most.

Beth quietly neared the throne, when a voice rang out.

"Princess," said the voice. "I did not see you."

It was the voice of her mother.

"You're majesty," said Beth, kneeling in the place where she stood.

"Come here," said the voice quickly.

Beth slowly rose, and strode toward the throne, which she could now see almost clearly. She kneeled at the queen's feet. As she looked up, she could see the shape of her mother's hair, but her face was concealed in shadows. In broad daylight, her mother was ravishing, but it shadows, she was just ominous. Her mother had an immense head of crimson-red hair, a cute pixie nose, and, of course, her utterly large head. After seeing her mother's head for her whole life, she understood why the inhabitants of the Underland Underground Resistance referred to her as: "Bluddy Behg Hid."

It was both unfair and unjust to judge a queen on account of a small mutation if head size. Of everything she wanted to do, Beth wanted to please her mother greatly, by abasing the Underland Underground Resistance.

"Now, I have summoned you for something of vital importance. I am afraid that my time to raise my successor to the throne has just about arrived," said her mother deeply, a bit of sensuality to her voice.

"But, You're Majesty-," Beth said.

"Silence," hissed her mother in a quiet whisper. "I'm not ready to renounce my throne just yet, you, Princess, have much to learn. Therefore, I give you a year to educate yourself and be educated in the finest royal mannerisms, do I make myself clear?"

Beth lowered her head. "Yes, You're Majesty."

The queen shook her head. "Good. Now, off to bed with you."

"Yes," whispered Beth. She curtsied, and then slowly made her way to the doors. She pushed them open, and stood in the single ray of light that poured in from the candelabrums burning in the corridor. She peered over her shoulder, and back at her mother's figure. Why in Underland was the queen sitting alone in the dark? A question Beth was sure she would never answer.

I love you, Mum, thought Beth. She quietly exited the throne room.

Iracebeth sat on her throne, watching her only child exit the throne room. The conversation they had just had was the most important one they would ever share. It was probably the longest conversation they actually had in years, Iracebeth was not afraid to admit that. It's not as if she didn't love or care for her child, she just wants to raise her tough, so she could rule Underland like her mother. The thought of soon retiring as queen abashed Iracebeth quite so. She loved being a monarch, but it just wasn't as fun as it once was.

Not ever since Beth was born.

Iracebeth had it made before she conceived her daughter. She was a young, beautiful queen, without a husband or parents to order her around. A time when she could hold executions either at the crack of dawn or at midnight. It all changed with that one night, when Tarrant Hightop rode into Salazen Grum on a white stallion. The two had conversed in the queen's chamber, drinking wine as they did. Before they knew it, they were exhausted from lovemaking, and were in one another's arms.

Few weeks ahead, Iracebeth began waking up to no bleeding and constant vomiting. Next came the odd dreams and weird cravings. One of which had stuck with her, Tadpoles on toast. Then the child began to quicken, something that Iracebeth was annoyed with at first, then got used to the feeling of being gently nudged within her.

The pregnancy flew by, and it wasn't until one day when she was standing in her throne room, when her baby decided it was time to come.

Long hours of hard, painful labor tied Iracebeth down from her monarch duties. And finally, the princess of Underland was born and was in her mother's grasp.

Iracebeth was torn back to the present by a voice.

"You're Majesty," said the voice.

Iracebeth twitched. It was the captain of her Red Army, Ilosovic Stayne.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Iracebeth fluttered her eyelashes for a moment. "Yes, Stayne," she replied. "I'm just….tired."

Stayne appeared at her side, a candelabrum in his grasp. The way the candlelight half-illuminated his face intimidated Iracebeth. She almost had an urge to gasp over it. Instead, all she did was slump back onto her throne, sighing loudly.

"Is something wrong, Majesty?" Stayne asked, nearing her, offering her comfort.

"No," she sighed. "Yes. I've just told the Princess about the renunciation of my throne."

Stayne rested a hand on her arm. Even though no one was allowed to lay hands on the queen- not even Beth- Iracebeth ignored it, for she always admired him anyway. "Majesty, surely you're your not ready to renounce your throne. Are you?" he asked calmly.

Iracebeth shook her utterly large head. "No. It must be done." She stood from her throne. "Yes, it must be done, and I must fulfill my prophecy," she said, perking up and shaking a fist.

"Pardon me, Majesty, but what prophecy?" Stayne asked. He had never seen his queen act like this, and he was worried.

"The prophecy of the great Alice slayer," she said, pointing upward at the painted throne room ceiling. On the ceiling, a section of the Oraculum was vibrantly painted. According to the Red Queen's Oraculum, she would be the one to slay Alice and restore the Jabberwocky. The story told of a red-headed girl who saved Underland from Alice's wrath- even though Iracebeth was a woman, she was sure the story was about her.

Stayne thought the story to be ridiculous. Everyone in Underland- who even knew the story of the Great Alice Slayer- all knew that it was about Beth. After all it was not just a regular Oraculum- predicted event, it was rather capricious. "I see," said Stayne, trying not to spoil the queen's mood. "But does that require the renunciation of one's throne?" he asked. He slowly began to circle her. "Just think of it, my queen, you, Iracebeth, the Red Queen and Great Alice Slayer!" exclaimed Stayne. He shrugged. "Imagine how much the people would love you."

Iracebeth curled her lips. It was true that her people needed to love her more and her sister less. If she could fulfill the prophecy without removing her crown from her meager head, just think of how powerful she'd be when compared to her pin-headed sister! "You're wight, Stayne. Come. We need our rest. I am leaving for the Upperland on the marrow."

Stayne twisted his face when she wasn't looking. He didn't mean it like that.

So Iracebeth strode from the throne room, arms entwined. "And remember, Stayne, speak of this to no one. If the people find out that I'm gone, they'll try to raise my sister to power while I'm away. And keep it from the Princess to; she has enough things to worry about right now."

There ya go my first chapter! It's going to be really fun writing this! Believe me! So, in the next chapter, up the rabbit hole we go, and into another world!