White Rabbit
Lirril was reclining in a worn green armchair, eyes locked on the hand mirror placed in her lap. This mirror that possibly held the secret to her lost past. Ten years ago, when Lirril was only six, she was found half dead by Dennis Reeves, professor of ancient literature concerning the occult, whom had promptly adopted her. The only item she had with her with small ivory hand mirror. And what a mirror it was, with white rabbits carved into the back and with uncut rubies for their eyes. Her foster father liked to say that the rabbits might represent her, for she had long light blond hair, only a few shades darker than her pale skin, and in the right light her burnt brown eyes could be mistaken for a shade of red. After the grandfather clock in her room chimed she sighed and rose, placing the mirror in her desk drawer and locking it. It was time to get to her private school. At first the skimpy uniform embarrassed her but she got used to the short hem of the blue skirt and the thin white fabric of her button-up shirt, besides the real danger is getting to the school without getting jumped in the streets of New York City. On the subway it was crowded even more than usual so Lirril didn't pay much attention to the man pressed uncomfortably close to her, that is until she felt cold metal slide up the hem of her skirt to lightly trace patterns on her thigh.
"Don't say a word or I'll slit that smooth little throat of your's. Now, you'll get off on the next stop and then we'll go into an alley and we'll have a bit of fun. If you're good I might even keep you as a toy." the creep murmured in her ear, breath reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. Fearing for her life Lirril got off the subway and was, with teary eyes, into a nearby alley.
"Please, Don't do this to me! I'm only sixteen! Please!" Lirril begged, tears streaming down her face as the rapist started to undo her shirt.
" Shut it!!" the creep snapped in a lusty voice and he backhanded Lirril. The rapist, undoing her bra, failed to notice the shadow sauntering up behind him.
"That's no way to speak to a lady. You need to apologize to this woman." Lirril's mysterious savior murmured in a strangely jovial tone. With that said he gripped the back of the rapist's neck and hurled him to the other side of the alley. For the first time Lirril got a good look at her savior. He was about Six foot three inches, had skin as pale as her own, and he was handsom in a demented-esque way. He had good features, black shoulder length hair, and beautiful amethyst eyes. He was wearing a light purple dress coat (only a few shades darker than lavender), a white button up, and black dress pants. All of this was nothing compared to the strangely captivating melody of his voice. The rapist must have decided it wasn't worth his time, because he limped out of alley as the man helped Lirril to her feet.
"Thank you so much! You just saved my life! Thank you so much!" Lirril exclaimed in a sort of daze. Revealing a lilting grin her took her hand and kissed the underside of her wrist, his eyes never leaving hers.
"My pleasure, pet." He murmured in an appealing way and, with that said, turned and left. Lirril stumbled to school, hoping she wasn't late. She told no one of the stranger who saved her life, but he was on her mind the whole day and on her way home. When she got off the subway she didn't notice the man in a purple dress coat, black dress pants, and a pansy purple colored top hat. When she got into her apartment she noticed a note on the counter from her foster father saying he'd be home late. With a shrug Lirril headed to the bathroom to shower and change out of her uniform. Showered and in her scarlet silk nightgown Lirril stretched out on her bed to try to finish the work of art that is Wuthering Heights. The next thing she knew it was midnight and she had been startled awake by her room door creaking open.
"D-Dady?" Lirril inquired, still to groggy to realize Her foster father wouldn't sneak into her bedroom at midnight.
"Only if you'd like to call me that," laughed the voice that was captivating in a strangely familiar way. The silhouette strutted up to her and as it stepped into a small streak of moonlight Lirril realized that it was the man that had saved her. "But I'd prefer for you to call me Hatter."
"Why are you in my bedroom at midnight?!" Demanded Lirril, fear settling in her chest as she pushed herself into a sitting position. The Hatter chuckled.
"Why, to claim what's rightfully mine. You, my sweet little rabbit, belong to me. I won you when you were two years old." Proclaimed the Hatter.
"Are you mad!?! I belong to no one. I'm my own person. And I'm certainly not going with a mad Hatter such as yourself."
Lirril snapped, panic setting in as she leapt from her bed to make a break for the door. The Hatter was at the door in a flash and had her over his shoulder and her hand mirror in his hand.
"My dear, where we are going all are mad. I'll be least of your worries there. In fact, I'll be the only one protecting you." Said the Hatter in an amused tone as he approached Lirril's full length mirror. As Lirril opened her mouth to scream for help the Hatter stepped through the mirror. When they emerged from a matching mirror they were in a strange bedroom and to Lirril this new place felt different, wrong. The king sized bed had a purple silk bedspread and black pillows. It matched everything else in the room. The Hatter set Lirril on the bed and then stretched across it in a lazy manner. Soon he was asleep and Lirril was staring at his face. He was so handsome, too bad he was also a bastard. Lirril silently slid off the bed and crept to the mirror. Attempting to return home through it Lirril ran her hands over it, but it was completely solid. Can't get home that way. Well I'm not staying with him. That's for sure! And with that thought she ran to the front door and, finding it unlocked, took of into the surrounding forest. She ran for what felt like hours. She ran through bushes and brambles, tearing her dress and her skin but she didn't stop. Not when the sun began to rise over the trees and not when her ankle twisted underneath her. Not until an over grown cat leapt on top of her. Pinning her beneath it, it murmured that the hatter was on his way. It laid atop her until about half an hour had passed and the Hatter was glaring down at her. The strange cat got off of her and transformed into a handsome man with stylishly ripped clothes and long black hair over his lime green eyes.
"You have my thanks Cheshire." Murmured the Hatter and the cat nodded. The Hatter gripped her arm and dragged her back to his home roughly anger flowing from him in waves. " What the hell did you think you were doing!?" He snarled throwing her against his table. "You belong to me, I won you from your parents years ago! If they hadn't sent you into that other realm then maybe you'd have some respect for your master! There is no returning from here! You will learn respect for me! The hard way." And with that he darted forward and hit a pressure point. Everything went black. When Lirril awoke she was chained to the bed with nothing on her body and the Hatter was sauntering into the room in only boxers. With a "mad" grin he climbed on top of her and began to kiss her neck.
"please, Why are you doing this?" Lirril cried.
"You have to learn your lessen. I'll be gentle and after awhile you'll like it." the Hatter said firmly as he dug his teeth into her neck. Knowing it was hopeless Lirril turned her face away from him as a single tear fell from her eye before she lost herself to pleasurable madness.
