(Okay if you didn't get it in the last chapter, yes she is in the undertakers but I kind of moved the location I…think)

All of a sudden I heard the creepiest laughter from across the room, where a coffin was beginning to open and a glint of eyes came out but was quickly hidden by the long silver bangs that covered them. A figure emerged from the box of the dead* my vision, not used to the low light of the place, was blurred. As it came closer I heard it say in an eerie voice "so this is the one 'Master Butler' wishes me to protect." It says grabbing hold of my chin and grinning down at me. He looked all to familiar, I don't know why Theo I found myself blushing as I remembered the most beautiful eves I had glanced upon in a dream and thought it was my fate to meet the one who possessed them. The rest of that dream was filled with silver and black. I snapped back to the present only to let out a squeak of surprise as the undertaker, wait just a second, how did I know his name! Any ways he was directly in fount of me waving a black nailed hand in front of my face, he then preceded to hand me a note pad and my favorite pen, "Master Butler said you'd be wanting this." I took it gratefully.

About a week had gone by and the undertaker was nice, creepy, but nice. Sebastian hadn't returned for me yet, about now I find myself asleep on the windowsill yet again, dreaming of little lights that beacon me only to disappear. As this dream ends I fall into another, my little white bunny that I had named Sebastian sat before me. I smiled at him and he began to hop away, I happily chased after him laughing. But as he hopped away he hopped right into my mother's arms. My mother who hated me to the very depths of hell. She hated everything about me. My whole family had been born with blond hair and blue eyes for generation, born to perfection and lived a perfect life. But me I was born with one red eye and one green, black hair and a fang of a tooth on the left side the side with the red eye. My mother tried to gouge out my eyes a number of times; she tried to dye my hair blond and to file away my one fang. She eventually gave up and this resulted in her destroying every bit of my happiness. My bunny, Sebastian had been my most beloved pet and I tried to keep him away from her but she found out and killed him, and now my nightmares made me relive it. I reached out to the little rabbit as it was died in red and I screamed as mother abandon it and came to me, but it wasn't mother, no mother was perfect in her looks. This woman had silver hair and a kind smile as she reached out to touch my cheek she sprouted wings and then as her hand came in contact with my face it's like ice. I wake up screaming a mute scream only to find that the window had simply grown very cold on my cheek, and as I sat up I noticed I had been drooling on my little note book. 'Why must I do that?' I thought.

It was a few days from that dream of the angel and I was in the cemetery outside of the moorage I had found my-self in a little over a week ago. Growing board I was sitting by a large flowering tree beside a signal grave that was atop of the hill out looking a meadow. Bothering to look over at the grave it red 'Alice' and nothing more, a lullaby I had heard a mother sing her little child once came to mind.

Dream a dream of reality

And feel safe inside

Once you're loved the love is never lost

Can't you see that?

Little Alice don't you cry

Don't you leave me?

Will you dream that dream for me

The one where you're happy?

If you're happy content with your life don't go

You are mine and I will not let you go

Please don't leave I will never go

But I must retreat

I sighed and thought of that all too sad moment of the mother singing to her dyeing child. Alice, the name ringed in my head…

An: now that's the kind of feeling I wanted this whole story to have, that eerie dark feeling that hopefully evokes felling, like the first chapter