OC: Hope you all enjoy! I'd also like to thank you guys for reviewing my rant. LOL. I also forgot to mention I have a kitten now, who tries to eat my charger cord and step on the buttons, her name is Cheshire. :) (I know, I'm freaking OBSESSED!) Anyway, glad you guys are reading my story. I'm sorry for acting a little bit selfish (agree, wanting more reviews is selfish!). But now I'm only going to write for you guys who DO review and for people who review later on. You all rock. Now...read on.

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Alice Red Riding Hood

Pairing: Halice (Tarrant [Mad Hatter] X Alice)

Rating: T (for horrible blood/death/killing/gore writing and minor language and maybe some future romance. MAYBE.)

Genre: Romance (when HAVEN'T I not done romance?)

Summary: The Tulgey Wood is a dangerous place. Full of lions, and tigers, and bears, and... Mad Hatters...

I DO NOT own Alice in Wonderland, or any characters, just this story and what happens in it.

Thanks to Mikayla, my buddy, who is ALWAYS the first one to get a sneak peek at the chapters and is my new critic. ;P

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Alice did not know which frightened her more.

The fact that the murderous madman knew things about her, or what said madman looked like.

His clothes, or what was left of them, only covered half his torso and his lower body, down to his knee caps. A dark blue shirt had only three buttons that held his shirt on. His right sleeve slid off his shoulder and covered the rest of his arm. The left sleeve was ripped at the shoulder. Also on the left side of the shirt, was ripped at the ribs and torn at the bottom. Blood covered his arms, while three scars, white from age, etched on his right arm. His trousers ended at his knees. Dark brown was the color. He wore blood-drenched socks covered by withered shoes. A long tail swished back and forth from behind him.

Unlike the rest of his pale body, his face looked almost...well, Alice could not name a word for it. It couldn't have been normal, since there was those giant furry ears on-top of his head of electric orange hair. His lips were blood red, and the mad grin on his face showed his fangs. Alice could swear those things could rip through human flesh in one bite. His cheek bones were a dark shade of purple, with only a few droplets of blood on one of the cheeks. His eyebrows were odd, orange like his hair, but long and bushy. Yet...they were cute, in some strange way. Around his eyes were pitch black, spiraling into the eye like a black-hole. At the center of the black-hole, was his eyes. Like every time she saw them, they were tinted red with anger, hatred and blood-lust. They looked at her intently, watching her expression change to horror.

But over-all, Alice knew anyone could smell that odorous scent of a thousand's deaths that radiated off of him.

"Ye like what ye see?" he teased, taking a step closer towards her. Imogene stood at once, a furious expression on her face. The madman looked at her.

"Tarrant!" she exclaimed him, anger fuming in her word.

"Wot?" 'Tarrant' growled back in return. The two were glaring daggers at one another with such hate that Alice felt truly frightened. "Aye'm onleh askin'! 'Cuz eff ye 'adn't noticed, she's gonna be furr awhile!"

"I know that, Tarrant!" Imogene yelled. "But I do not want my neice frightened senseless by you!"

'Tarrant' let out a irritated growl. "AYE'M ALL READEH FRIGHTIN' ENOUGH!" he screamed, barring his fangs. He then walked out the room in a rush. Not a second later, a door being loudly slammed shut was heard. Alice looked at her aunt again when she sat down. The blonde did not know why her frightened heart pounded in her chest with a hundred beats per second. He just asked her a question...and then growled at her aunt.

Alice wanted to stand up as well, but she felt very weak at the moment. She just looked down at the shaking tea cup in her hands. Somehow, she hadn't felt as frightened as she look. Her heart was pounding, yes...but not of fear. Her head started to hurt again. No more of this thinking... Alice scolded herself. Your head still hurts from earlier...from when he... She looked at her aunt, who was looking at her too with worry and concern in her old eyes.

She could not help it, Alice bursted into tears.

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Tarrant slammed his fists angrily against the walls, then scraping his claw-like finger nails down the old wood. Shavings fell softly to the floor. The madman started doing the same to the other walls, clawing and scratching and growling like no more tomorrow. The wardrobe next to him was soon slammed down onto the floor. He, after slumping down infront of his broken bed, placed his right hand flat against the nightstand. A name was deeply ingraved into the wood. Tarrant placed his forehead against the name.

"Alice..." he whispered softly. Why couldn't he behave himself around her? He knew Imogene saw that look on his face, in his eyes, which is why she looked so fumed. She knew what he would do to her if she didn't stop him in time. "It'z not like aye'd evur hurt teh lassie..." he mumbled to himself. He glanced down at his hands, seeing the calloused skin and his 'claws'. Not on purpose ofcourse... Tarrant let out a sigh.

Suddenly, his ears perked up. As soon as they did, a knock came at his door.

"Enturr." he growled. Now when he thought about, he did not want anyone to bother him at the moment. He would rather go kill a squirrel or skin that blasted cat.

That is what he thought until he saw his guest.

"Miss Kin'sleh?"

He found it odd, seeing her at his door. But there she was, in all her beautiful glory. He noticed that she wasn't wearing her hood, or even the dress, anymore. She wore a nightgown, it was a creamy white color. With ruffles here and there. Must be one of Imogene's... Tarrant thought. Her golden curls were pulled back behind her shoulders, showing her face more. The corners of hers lips were perked up a bit where one dimple showed itself, he realised she was smiling. But her eyes, those beautiful brown orbs, were red and puffy. They looked really sore too. He looked down at her hands, seeing a tray of tea.

Tarrant didn't move as Alice walked over to him and sat down, setting the tray between them. There she poured him a cup of tea, it smelled like his favorite. She handed him the cup and he, hesitant at first, took it. He took a thanking sip while she poured herself a cup. It was indeed his favorite flavor. Chocolate mint, but it tasted different. She must have added cinnamon, her being so used to making tea with her added twist. It tasted good.

The two sat in silence until Tarrant spoke. "'ow did ye know tis iz me favurite flavur?" he asked gently, so she wouldn't be scared of him. He didn't want her scared of him. He wanted her to be his friend, if anything.

Alice raised a brow, putting the cup away from her face. "It is only fair that I should know things about you, since you, apparently, know more things about me then my own father." she answered in a matter-of-fact tone. "Besides, it wasn't hard to figure it out once Aunt Imogene told me interesting things about you."

This, Tarrant raised a brow at. "She told ye stuff 'bout aye?" When she nodded, he continued. "Well, ain't tat sweet of her."

"Aunt Imogene is very sweet. She has always been like a mother to me." Alice paused, looking as if she would cry again. "Then, she got ill...and had to move out into the wood."

She looked at him with an apologetic eyes. "Sorry..." she whispered. Tarrant had to chuckle, leaning back into the nightstand.

"Nuthan' to worreh 'bout, Miss Kin'sleh." he assured. "Infact, aye should be teh-"

"Alice." she inturrupted. He casted her a confused look. She laughed slightly. "I want you to call me Alice."

His eyes widened, ears standing up straight. She wanted him to call her by her name. She wanted it! It's only been a few hours since he made her go unconcious, taken her to her aunt's home, and woke up, then being apart of a arguement. He even killed villagers that she knew! Hell, it took Imogene two and a half years before she warmed up to him and said it was okay to call he by her name. But Alice, she has been in so much in just the past couple weeks, him being the cause of it! Why would she want him to call her by her name? And start acting friendly towards him? Oh, did you hear the way her laugh sounded?

He smirked. "All right, aye'll call ye Alice...Alice."

She didn't cringe of flinch like she did in the forest when he said her name. She only smile at him. It was a small smile, bigger than when she first walked in, and showed both her dimples. Tarrant thought it looked beautiful.

"Ye can call me Turrent if ye'd like." he told her. She smiled widely, gaining a full out smile.

"I would really like that, Tarrant." she replied. Tarrant smiled back at her. "You make good tea by the way. Even better than my own."

Tarrant chuckled. "Nah, aye think ye make teh best tea."

She placed her tea cup on the tray. "It is getting really late, Tarrant. I should be heading off to bed before Aunt Imogene catches me in here." she urgently told him silently, like it was a secret. "Good night."

Alice stood, wiping her nightgown off and started walking silently to the door. Once she reached the door, she turned and look at him. "I will see you in the morning?"

Tarrant's smile widened. "Aye promise ye."

Satisfied, she left the room.

OC: How was it? Good, bad? OMIGODS ANSWER ME! I wanted this chapter to be long but I also wanted to get in finished today. And since I have to go back to school this afternoon, one needed to get on the next train to -maybe- the next chapter. Or get in a crash and die...GRIM SUBJECT! I also hope this wasn't rushed looking, or things were happening too fast. But incase you haven't noticed, Tim's Alice doesn't just sit and let things walk over her. I wasn't going to let her pout in her room and kick and scream like Tarrant's the bad guy...well, he is, but y'know what I mean! I'll make her a cry-baby because she was in the book. That's it. I find Tim's Alice very mature and will handle things her own way. THAT'S MY EXCUSE.