Rebecca House. A middle-class black girl who is best friends with the high-class, beautiful noble girl Alice Liddell. One day she and her friend were kidnapped by mysterious Peter White, a man with rabbit ears, and brought to Wonderland. Both girls taking refuge in the Clocktower, they dealt with Wonderland. However, Alice soon decided to stay at the Hatter's Mansion, eventually getting together with Blood. (In the original story she gets with Peter, while Rebecca's with Julius) Rebecca got a job at the Heart Castle as the Queen's personal gardener, often having to deal with Peter's cold schemes that generally involved a gun pointed to her head.
...And now, covered in dirt with her curly mess of hair tied up in a bun, wearing a pair of overalls and kneeling on the ground, hunched over a small patch of dirt and flowers, Rebecca found Peter glaring at her and pointing the barrel of his gun at her head.
"Give me a reason true, that will make me rethink my decision to kill you and not get rid of such a vile person rue." Rebecca was tense, but seeing as she was used to such threats from Peter, she wiped her gardening gloves off on her pants. She said, turning her head to lock her brown eyes with his red,
"Because then Alice will cry, and then you shall regret ever making me die." She loved to mock him and his rhyming. It was actually rather fun, and she was pleased with herself when she came up with a decent rhyme. "I don't think you'd want to see your beloved sweet weep."
"My beloved sweet had changed her desires onto a man with a much more disgusting streak." His finger twitched, as if begging to pull the trigger. Rebecca stilled, her breath hitching in her throat when she realized she had no escape out of this one. "Reason one is but a waste, how about you go and think of something not so chaste? One move is all it takes to put an end to your dark and sorrowful fate."
Rebecca sighed, knowing he was talking about her family. She was surprised that she hadn't joined them by now, actually, what with all the guns blazing around here. She honestly didn't understand Peter's problem with her-He brought her here with Alice, he seen her without speaking to her, and he gave her the potion to drink.
Yet, for some reason, whenever Alice wasn't around he seemed to point guns at her, and when she was around he seemed to ignore her to a T all the while acknowledging her existence. Peter White confused her to no end. She...Rebecca hated to admit it, but she actually rather liked Peter. Even the cold side of him. He proven he could be nice and sweet-as shown with his endless doting on Alice, and that he could be cold and calice just to protect said Alice. He even protected Rebecca once when a random faceless, one who had an issue with Julius being the clockmaker, tried to kidnap her so he could lure out the hermit and kill him.
Peter seemed to acknowledge and care for Rebecca, while hating her and ignoring her all the while.
Wringing her hands together, she laced her fingers and placed them on her lap, pressing the side of her head against the barrel of the gun. She closed her eyes, able to see Peter's eyes widening without actually looking at him. "If you're going to kill me, do it. If not, don't ever try and give me the option of seeing my little brother ever again. I don't like to be tempted, Peter."
There was a long silence, a silence in which Rebecca waited for a bullet to pierce her skull. When she felt nothing, she opened her eyes and turned her head, seeing Peter pocketing his watch with a scowl. "You're a fearsome witch," He insulted, "covered in germs and reek of foul." She opened her mouth to point out that he didn't rhyme, when suddenly he grabbed her by the straps of her overalls and slammed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened and her face heated up, her heart beating much faster than before. He pulled away and took out a handkerchief, wiping off his mouth with a frown. "Still, you annoy me to no end, for despite being such a disgusting creature, you always seem to find new ways to make my clock glitch and instincts prowl."
Rebecca could only blink, staring dumbly after Peter's retreating form. His ears had drooped to the sides of his head, obviously displeased about something she did. After a few moments, she turned her head to stare at the Queen's garden, and mumbled as she furrowed her eyebrows, "I thought...you loved Alice?"
He was always hugging her, always tackling her, always talking about how much he loved her...He even kissed Alice when he kidnapped them to get the blonde to drink the potion...
So why did Peter kiss her like that?
Peter hated Rebecca in a passion. So much so, that even if he killed her, he wouldn't be satisfied. Yes, he loved Alice, yes he brought her here to Wonderland, and yes, even dragged along her little friend who liked to scrounge around in the first...
So why, why was it that whenever he looked at that woman his clock ached? When she wasn't there it pained and started to break? When he looked at Alice he saw Rebecca in her place? Why was she constantly on his mind!? He hated her so much, that every time they crossed paths in the castle he whipped out his gun and pointed it at her skull. He could imagine her screams, he could see her crying, and yet...yet, as poor Peter White looked at the petite girl's face, all he wanted to do was see her smile. He hated it. He hated her.
He wanted her gone, away from him; yet here, closer to him than anyone else in the world. He wanted her at his side so much he was ready to kill her because of it. Unfortunately, he knew that if he killed her he'd be brought to all fours and left to weep and cry inside doors.
Rebecca House was a flower wilted, yet ready to be plucked at a moment's notice. It drove the Prime Minister insane.
He doted on Alice, said he loved her, did everything and anything he could for her...
Peter didn't have any idea what he was supposed to do with these feelings, so he shoved them onto someone else. His clock fluttered in his chest when he looked at Rebecca, it ticked furiously when someone threatened her, and it wanted nothing more than to shoot the clockmaker dead when he learned of her living with him.
However, the look on her face when he kissed her was more than enough to pacify him for now. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out without Alice to vent to, and with Rebecca being as she was...
Peter wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself much longer. He hated her so much, but all he wanted was for her to be by his side as his lover.
As the white rabbit walked through the hallways, a servant made a mistake of bumping into him. The maid squeaked in terror and was about to apologize, but Peter had already shot the poor servant dead. Shooting faceless always seemed to help him control his frustrations...
Rebecca would one day be his.
