Chapter Two: Albino Bunny

Greg was a fool, thought Alice, tears still rolling. He had no idea how the price of drugs had ballooned since he was a young addict. A gram of normal weed was about seventy dollars, not that she was interested in such an impotent substance. She steered more towards acid.

A loud cough. A mist of blood left her mouth once again. "Damn it," she thought "No one's gonna want to get near me if I'm covered in blood, much less work with me."

A single hit of acid was around a hundred and twenty dollars. And she would turn tricks to raise that money, just like she always had.

Alice pictured Greg's face, and her guilt for lying to him twisted her expression.

"A naïve fool." Alice said aloud. She was trying so hard to be mad at him, but she could do nothing but love him more and despise herself.

Greg had taken her in a year and a half ago when she had first run away from home. Her parents had tried to put her into a rehab clinic that she knew couldn't help her, mainly because she had never wanted help. She was content to lose her life in a spiral of destructive self-satisfaction.

Alice was about to die from starvation and withdrawal when he found her and took her into his home. He gave her food and a weak morphine pill to keep her stabilized. When she tried to repay him with sex, he refused to indulge unless she promised to live in his guest bedroom with him.

Funny how the most compassionate, responsible and stable individual she had ever met would be a former drug addict.

She started down Afternoon Street, waiting for her "employer" to drive by and pick her up. She was a bit panicked because she needed that hit of acid. Besides the physical agony she was in, thinking about Greg was painful.

"Where did I leave it?"

There were drugs and other products sold at pharmaceutical stores all over the world now that were made specifically to hide the symptoms of vorpal poisoning. The one Alice needed came in the form of a lozenge that calmed her cough and dried the blood in her throat.

She came across a square red container with the words "SAVE ME" written on it. "Here it is." She said with relief as she opened the container and placed some of its contents in her mouth.

Waiting for the car to come, she began to get frustrated. She turned to each side looking for the yellow Ford to appear. "He's late…" Alice said in a worried tone, becoming more and more impatient to wash away her sorrows in acid.

She heard heavy breathing and frantic footsteps echo through an alley ten feet away. Alice tried not to take her attention from watching the road for her employer, but the echoes were simply too loud.

She turned her head to see another working girl like her, wearing a playboy rabbit outfit, rushing out of the alleyway with a haggard expression and a nearly gaunt face. She collapsed no less than two feet away from Alice.

She figured the rabbit girl was running from the police, considering how obvious her profession was made by her outfit, and that it was best not to associate with such mad and desperate people. Curiosity however, drove her to peek down and examine the befuddled whore on the ground next to her.

The first thing she noticed was her unique skin tone, which was frighteningly pale, and that her irides were colored blood red. "An albino," thought Alice "…and a working one too, how very rare!"

Upon closer inspection, she was an older girl, around twenty to twenty five years, and incredibly beautiful with her bewildered expression. As Alice's fascination grew, she unconsciously moved closer and closer to the woman on the ground, now starting to catch her breath again. She pulled her body upwards, and pulled herself onto one knee, and stopped again to keep her balance. An erotic pose if Alice had ever seen one.

She got on her knee's next to the pale whore and offered her a hand. "Are you alright?"

Her offer was ignored, and the rabbit girl forced herself onto her feet, gasping for breath. She mumbled something a little too quietly for Alice to hear.

"What was that?" Alice asked, getting up along with her.

She was ignored again and the whore tried to take a step forward. She tripped and fell into Alice's arms. Alarmed now, a loud "Are you okay?" shot through her lips.

"I'm... late." mumbled the whore in a breathy voice, trying to push herself out of Alice's arms but slipping a bit further down each time. "...very... important..."

The whores head slipped down into Alice's chest, practically collapsing onto her. A mild excitement filled her mind as deviant thoughts began to arise. Alice's breathing began to get so heavy that it nearly matched that of the whore in her arms. She began to move her hand towards the whore's face.

"She's... so pretty." Alice thought, embarrassed at the lewdness that filled her mind. Just before her fingertips could brush the whore's bright, full and beautiful lips, she sprang to life again, this time with enough strength to get on her own two feet.

"I'm Late!" she cried, and made a flimsy dash down the sidewalk, towards the dead end side of town.

She's gone, thought Alice as a slight drift of longing stained her mind. A desperate need to chase the beauty that had been in her arms for so short a time overcame her. It began to feel more important than acid.

Her employer was extremely late. When he was this late it usually meant that he was not going to show up. At this point, staying and waiting for a high that wasn't going to come seemed unimportant in comparison to following the Albino bunny.

With a sigh, Alice picked up her backpack, and sprinted after her, hoping that she could catch up the new object of her desire.


I am working on chapter 3 now, but even when I finish it, I won't publish it until I get at least one review of my story. Please R&R and I will try to return the favor.