AN: Sorry it took me so long, but now my computer is all fixed and good as new! I finished this one first and am working on 'I Wish' and 'Own Me' as we speak! Sorry for the long wait and have a happy holidays!
A small figure watched though the mirror as the girls began to disappear from their worlds. It growled in frustration and began to pace.
"Calm down." A voice spoke behind her.
The figure turned to the voice. Before her was a sickly creature that looked like a giant run down butterfly. Laying in a bed made out of a giant mushroom. It's wings were cut up, and everyone could notice he was having trouble breathing.
"How can I remain calm while he does this?" She questioned, "Is there anything we can do to stop him, Torin?"
The butterfly looked deep in thought, moving his eyes to the mirror.
"The men." he spoke.
"Men?"
Torin motioned to the mirror once again. The small figure watched the men who had been near them at the time of their disappearances. To say they looked upset was an understatment.
"Those men hold the key to foiling his plan. They care deeply for the women. With their hearts so strong and tied to them, you should be able to do something..."
Eric flew to Fangtasia in a rage. No mater what he did, he could not feel Sookie at all. It was as if she just vanished off the face of the Earth. When in his office he trashed it in frustration. Soon after Pam entered the room, hands on her hips observing the mess. The desk was in pieces, the walls had holes in them, the couch was in shambles, and Eric was against the wall, resting his head against it in a blind rage.
Pam had never seen Eric like this before. Never.
"What the fuck happened?"
"She's gone..."
Pam quirked an eyebrow, "Who?"
Eric began to pace trying his best to calm down so he could think rationally, but that hardly happened when Sookie was concerned.
"Sookie! I felt her fear, and when I went to her some shadow thing swallowed her into the ground! I want you to call all my best investigators and trackers. I want her found now!"
"Alright, alright, just one question though..." Eric looked to his prodigy, "Who the fuck is Sookie?"
Eric stared at Pam. He could tell she was serious through their bond.
"Sookie Stackhouse..." Still confusion. "The telepathic half faery I have been pursuing for almost a year." Still no recollection.
"You know a telepathic faery and you haven't shared?" Pam pouted.
"Pam you've known her for as long as I have!"
"I think I would remember someone like that in my vault."
Eric stared at Pam, not even blinking. This wasn't possible!
"She came into our bar with Bill Compton half a year ago... "
"Bill Compton? He's still in the Queen's court I believe..." Pam was starting to become concerned with the way her maker was acting, "What's going on Eric?"
Eric didn't answer her, he quickly went to his jacket and pulled out his wallet. He never told anyone, but he had a picture of Sookie in it. He had taken a picture of her in secret and kept it safe. When he opened it, the picture was gone. He froze. His wallet dropping to the floor.
Turning to Pam he asked, "Godric... What happened to him?"
Pam stiffened, "You know what ha-"
"Tell me, Pam!"
"... He was captured by the FOTS and set out in the sun."
"Sookie didn't find him?"
"Who the fuck is Sookie? Eric, there has never been a Sookie!"
Without another word, Eric left and went to the old Stackhouse residence. He could not smell Sookie anywhere. The house looked clean and not rundown by a Maenad. Sensing someone inside, he quickly made his way to the door and knocked. Soon an old woman appeared. He reconsigned her instantly as Sookie's grandmother, but this was also impossible. Eric knew she had died.
"Can I help you, Sir?"
"Yes,... I'm looking for a Sookie Stackhouse."
"Sorry, I'm Adele Stackhouse," She smiled politely. Eric knew now that Sookie took after this woman, "I don't recall a Sookie... Such a peculiar name... quite pretty though."
Catching her gaze, Eric began to glamour the older woman.
"Do you truly not know of a Sookie Stackhouse?"
"No."
"Do you have a granddaughter?"
"Only Hadley, but I haven't seen her in years..."
"... Adele, invite me in. When you do, you will not recall meeting me. You will make some tea then go to bed."
Once inside Eric went straight to the room he knew belonged to Sookie. There was no bed, no night stands, no pictures that hung on the walls. It was a craft room by the look of it. Eric didn't know how to comprehend this. How could there be no traces of Sookie? It made no fucking sense! All of this made no fucking sense!
"You really care about her don't you?" A voice spoke to the right.
Turning toward it, Eric only saw his own reflection in a full length mirror. He must be going crazy... Suddenly the mirror began to ripple like water. His fangs clicked down, ready to fight whatever was coming.
"If you wish to save her, step through the mirror." The voice spoke again.
"Are you the one that took her?" Eric asked, voice laced with rage.
"No... But I know who has, and where she is... step through the mirror. Quickly there's not much time!"
This could be a trap. Eric knew that. However a world without Sookie Stackhouse was a world he could not live in. If he had a chance to bring her back, he was going to take it. Without another word he stepped through the mirror.
When Beetlejuice exited the closet, his eyes went wide. Not only had Lydia vanished, but so had her bedroom. Everything was gone. Her posterbed, her desk, everything. Except for her vanity which was originally Barbra's. Suddenly her bedroom door opened, and in stepped the two deadbeats who had hired him.
"What's with all the screaming? You almost gave me a heart attack." Barbra exclaimed.
"Barb, honey, we can't have heart attacks." Adam gave a lopsided smile to his wife.
Beetlejuice was taken back by this. Since when did Barbie not throw a fit at him being here? Shaking his head he looked to them. If anyone would help him with Lydia, it would be these two.
"Lydia's gone! Some sort of shadowy thing sprouted out of her closet and took her!"
"Lydia?" Adam blinked.
"Who's Lydia?" Barbra asked, equally as confused as her husband.
The Ghost With The Most stared at the couple. What the hell? He had never thought of them as the brightest pair, but this was taking it to a whole other level. Were they just messing with him?
"Very funny. What? Is it April fools day or something? I'll give you two credit for being able to get me like this." Yea, that had to be it. Lydia couldn't just vanish.
"What are you talking about, Beetle?" Adam asked.
Beetlejuice stared at the pair more. They were serious.
"Lydia." No recognition. "Lydia Deetze."
"Deetze? Wasn't that the name of the couple you helped us scare off?" Barabra spoke up.
"Scare off? What are you talking about Barbie? They live here!" Beetlejuice was getting annoyed. "Lydia's their daughter!"
Barbra and Adam looked at each other then back to the polterguist.
"No, they left... and as far as I remember they didn't have a child." Barbra said.
"Yes, if they did we probably wouldn't have been as harsh on them." Adam agreed.
"... Get out." Beetlejuice seethed. He was byond pissed at this point.
Withough a second look to the ghost, the couple left the room. Beetlejuice was pacing now, trying to make sense of all this madness. That's when the mirror on the vanity started to ripple.
The Goblin King watched in horror as Sarah's room started to melt away infront of him. Everything that was tied to Sarah seemed to vanish. The crystal he was holding dropped from his hand. What sort of trick was this? He needed awnsers.
In a puff of glitter and smoke he was back at his castle and in his study. What was in there shocked him as well though. On his desk should have been a picture of Sarah and himself. He made the girl take the photo with him on one of his visits. The picture was still there, but it was just him. No Sarah. His arm was holding nothing but air.
He continued to stare at it, not noticing the mirror on the wall beginning to ripple.
In Storybrook, ME, Mr. Gold was enraged. He glared daggers at the tied up Queen before him.
"What do you mean you have no idea who I'm refering to?" He slammed his cane on the desk before him.
Regina was handcuffed to a chair in Sherif Swan's office. The honorable Sherif stood to the side, still peeved at the once Dark One for tricking her.
"I'm telling you I don't know anyone by the name of Belle!" Regina exclaimed.
"Don't lie to me, Dearie. Belle, the girl you tricked into trying to break my curse! She lived at my castle for over a year!"
Regina raised an eyebrow, "As far as I know, Gold, you always lived by yourself."
Gold went to strike her with his cane, Emma moving quickly to hold him back.
"She's telling the truth..." A voice spoke up.
Everyone in the room turned to see Jefferson standing in the doorway. Mr. Gold knew him very well. He had tried to aquire his rumored magic hat once. Believing he could use it to get here, but it turned out that idea wouldn't work. He had kept in touch with the hatter though.
"I thought you were dead!" Sherif Swan exclaimed. Her eyes wide in shock.
Jefferson smirked, "I've been beheaded on several occations, I think I can handle a fall..." He then turned to Gold, "Her Royal Highness is telling the truth Rum, her memory has been altered."
When everyone in the room looked confused Jefferson continued, "I remember Belle, I was actually going to release her when Regina broke our deal as revenge... I don't know how, but Wonderland magic is involved."
"Wonderland magic?" Gold inquired.
"Yes, that's the only explination for why I wasn't effected. I can also feel it... It's slightly different though..."
"The Hatter is right." A new voice spoke up.
All eyes looked to the mirror on the wall, which was rippling. Sherif Swan jumpped, not use to all this magic crap yet.
"The girl you seek is in Wonderland... But not the one The Hatter is from. If you wish to save her you must touch the mirror."
"So if I go through the mirror I will find Christine?" The Phantom questioned the mysterious voice.
"Yes, but you must hurry."
Erik didn't know what kind of sorcery was involved in this, but he didn't care. Whoever stole his Christine would pay. Without another word, he went through the mirror. It felt as if he was falling, and he must has been because he fell onto a stone floor. When he got up he was in a room with four other men. Each getting up and taking in their surroundings, and each dressed more strangely then the next.
The man with the unkept hair and black and white suit spoke first, "Are you the ones that took, Lydia?" His hands soon began to glow.
"I think it's safe to say that since we all arived in similar situations that we're here for the same reason." said a man with wild hair and very tight pants. He spoke in a condesending tone to the unkept man.
Before anyone could say anything else a door opened to the side showing a torch lit hallway.
"If that's not an invitation I don't know what is." Spoke the man with the cane, "Shall we?"
Everyone looked at each other one last time, before the group made their way down the corridor. The only thing on each man's mind, was the girls that were taken from them. Whoever took their women would pay with their lives.