Monster
Maybe, Karma decided much later, running off like that had been a bad idea. She was beyond lost, Blanche was getting nervous and jumpy, and wouldn't listen to her right away. After finally deciding that she wasn't mad (or as mad as she had been) at Cheshire any more, someone found her.
"My dear Karma, fancy meeting you out here." It was White Rabbit. She tugged on Blanche's reins, and slid off of her back. His smile disappeared upon seeing her slightly reddened and puffy eyes, replaced with one of pure compassion. "What happened?"
"Nothing," she snapped, rubbing her eyes hastily and hating herself for crying to begin with. "Nothing happened."
"Oh, come now, dear, you can tell me," he closed in on her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Did you and Sterling get into a fight over the Rabbit Hole?"
Her head snapped up, her brow furrowing slightly, "How...?" He shook his head and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. His touch no longer repulsed her as it had the first time, and now she found it rather comforting. "He said that I shouldn't trust you. that you work for the Queen."
"Don't worry about him, alright? He was just leading you into trouble."
Tilting her head to one side, she asked, "And where're you leading me?" A smirk slid onto his lips.
"A good time," he said simply, taking her hand and starting to lead her further and further into the woods. He refused to answer any of her questions, and it eventually grew dark all around them. Karma felt fear creeping up on her, but just as she was about to voice the thought, they stopped. "Keep quiet and stay here until I come get you, alright?" She nodded, and felt his hand slip out of hers, leaving her alone. She could barely hear him in the distance, obviously talking to someone else; a woman, by the sound of it. He returned ten minutes later and leaned close to her, whispering to follow him.
What choice do I have now?She briefly wondered, obeying nonetheless until she saw a neon sign in the distance. "Where're we going?" She asked quietly, getting as close as she dared to White Rabbit.
"Haus of Gaga, Jack's sister, Serendipity owns it. She performs there, as well." He answered as he pushed the door open to reveal a pulsing club, packed with people dancing and grinding to a woman singing. He led her in and up to the side of the stage. Moments after they entered, a tall blonde in very little clothing came off the stage and approached them. White Rabbit smiled and hugged her as if they were old friends.
"Somehow I'm not surprised at all," she chuckled as the woman, who she now noticed had a lightning bolt painted over her eye, turned to face her, "to find out that Lady Gaga is from Wonderland."
She smiled, "Don't call me Gaga..." Her gaze trailed back to White Rabbit, who shrugged. "I've never seen one like that before." Karma's eyebrow raised in slight confusion (and annoyance) at being pushed out of the conversation. "Don't look at me like that," she addressed Karma again, then started up the stage, adding, "You amaze me," to White Rabbit before taking to the mic again.
"Shall we?" White Rabbit had begun to slowly pull her onto the dance floor. Shrugging a little, she followed.
"You big monster."
"Why not, right?" She smiled a little, feeling instantly more at ease in the pulsating crowd.
"You amaze me," Serendipity's voice slithered through the speakers, the bass and synthesizers picking up.
A girlish giggle escaped her lips when White Rabbit spun her around, then pulled her close for a moment. "Look at him look at me. That boy is bad, and honestly," Karma's breath caught in her throat for a moment when their eyes met; they reminded her of garnets. "He's a wolf in disguise. But I can't stop starin' in those evil eyes."
"Since when're there clubs in Wonderland?" She asked, pulling away slightly. He smiled and shook his head, his voice in her ear.
"Do you not like clubs?" His hands were on her hips suddenly, easing her out of the way of a passing couple.
"Its not that," she breathed, "it just doesn't seem like something that would be here. Doesn't seem very Lewis Carroll."
White Rabbit laughed out loud that time, "Silly Oyster, Lewis Carroll didn't create us," she was spinning around again, then falling onto his chest, slightly dizzy.
"Something tells me that I've seen him, yeah. That boy is a monster."
"What do you mean?" She asked, moving out of the way of a waitress and deciding that a drink of some sort was definitely in order.
"That boy is a monster."
He may have read her thoughts, she didn't know, because suddenly she was being led towards a brightly colored bar, with equally bright drinks available. "What would you like?"
"Umm... you pick, I don't really care," she shrugged at the last second, "I don't know what kind of drinks they make around here...." Or if there's even any alcohol.
"How about a screw driver? They have those Above Ground, right?"
She nodded a little, "Orange juice and vodka?" He nodded back, "I'm cool with that, then."
He smiled and ordered, while she turned her attention back to the stage and the people dancing around it. Something about it (the colors, maybe?) reminded her of the 80's, and definitely Glam Rock.
"He licked his lips, said to me, 'Girl you look good enough to eat.' Put his arms around me, I said boy now get your paws right offa me."
An arm fell across her shoulders; White Rabbit was holding an unusually orange drink out to her, "Your drink, madam."
"They're not this obnoxious looking where I come from," she commented, taking a sip of it. It tasted alright, though, so she downed it easily.
"We mighta fucked, not really sure, don't quite recall. But something tells me that I've seen him, yeah, that boy is a monster."
"She's certainly unique, isn't she?" Karma jumped a little bit, trying to get used to how close White Rabbit stood to her. Nodding hesitantly, she asked,
"You said Lewis Carroll didn't create you. What do you mean?"
"Could I love him? That boy is a monster."
"We've always been here. If you want to get technical about it, we created Lewis Carroll. He was a Wonderlandian, but he didn't hold with the Queen's ideals. Found a Rabbit Hole that led to your world," he chuckled a little, casually snaking an arm around Karma's waist from behind. "Tried to lead people to us through his books, but no body believed him. They all thought he was--"
"On drugs, that much I know."
"He ate my heart."
"He did, however have one believer; can you guess who that was?"
She turned to him, nodding at the bartender for another, starting to feel the effects. But they weren't what she was used to; instead of feeling slightly tipsy, she felt alert. Not only that, but she felt suddenly very attracted to White Rabbit, in a "I really wanna jump his bones RIGHT NOW" way. Before she answered, she shook her head in an attempt to clear it. "Alice."
"He ate my heart. He's a monster in my bed."
"Very good, Oyster. You do know your history."
"He took me home instead, uh oh, there was a monster in my bed."
He said something else, but it was of little consequence to her; she was mesmerized merely by the movement of his lips, and wasn't shocked at all to find them pressed against her own. Some very distant part of her was screaming that this was wrong, that she wasn't here to drink and fuck a random guy who she had already been warned against, that she had promised to help Jack, and that more than anything, she needed to get home, to Kat, and Benji. But none of that registered with the dominant part of her brain at that moment, and she could hardly protest when he began to lead her elsewhere, more specifically, up to a lavish bedroom suite above the club. Serendipity's voice echoed up through the vents, and the music shook the floor.
"That boy is a monster! But could I love him?"
Clothes were lost and forgotten about quickly, the only thing Karma seemed capable of thinking about or doing at the moment was White Rabbit. And he didn't seem to mind.
"Could I love him? That boy is a monster...."
This is wrong, this is so wrong, Karma! You've gotta stop RIGHT NOW! Her voice of reason screamed, though it could hardly break through into her conscious thoughts. Later, much later, Karma would decide that date rape drugs in our world were weak in comparison to this; because they didn't make you want it so badly.
"You're gonna forget all about that pathetic pussy Cheshire when we're done here, I promise you that," White Rabbit half whispered, half growled in her ear.
"Just fuck me already," she growled in return, pushing him onto the bed.
"That boy is a monster-er-er-er."
A/N;; Ahh! What will happen next?! Like I've said before, I don't write smut, so sorry if I got your hopes up. Lol. And in case you're wondering, "What the fuck is Lady Gaga doing in this story?!" Allow me to direct you to another story of mine, Wonderland Uberdrabbles. :] That's where she first appears as Jack's sister and honestly, she HAS to be from Wonderland. I think so, anyway.
And in case you were wondering, the "Screw Driver" he gave her was actaully lust, with a little alcohol mixed in. Why is it orange? Well, according to my friend's color theory book (sometimes it pays to have a friend in art school) orange is an aphrodisiac (that looks like its spelled wrong. Oh well). So there. And why not have the slang term for Lust be Screw Driver? Haha, get it? Screw Driver? x] This is why I should take sleep meds...
And, one more thing, I'd like to extend a thank you to my newest reviewer, Irishlass18! Welcome aboard dearie, and sorry to have disappointed you (in the sense that Jack wasn't the main focus). I assure you, he's getting a chapter of his own here soon! So stay turned! :D
And (ok, I lied. But this is the last thing, I PROMISE), this was not the big scary exposition chapter I warned about. That's still looming angrilly in the distance.
Sigh. My Author's Notes are far too long. xP
Monster = Lady Gaga
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