WARNING!: Okay! This scene is a inappropriate for my younger readers. Read with caution!

Love ya~

~AFM

"Let. Us. Go!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I tried to wrench myself free of the tight restraints, only resulting in sharp pains. My eyes darted around us. Definitely a dungeon. And definitely Ilosavic Stayne, and his wicked grin.

"Oh, my dear, Alice. No one can hear you, not even..." He turned away from me and strode over to my groom. I quickly filled with anger. How dare he even think the idea to threaten me through the one I care about most!"...poor Tarrant." Stayne quickly held a dagger to my love's throat, I saw blood bead and trickle down his pale neck. I grit my teeth to keep from saying very un-lady-like words.

The look on Tarrant's face was a mixture of anger, disgust and the slightest amount of fear. Oh, what I'd do to hold him in my arms and reassure my sweet, sweet fiancé. Without warning, Stayne pulled the dagger back and pulled a small vile from under his cloak. It was clear with a silver cork, much like the one I drank the Jabberwocky blood from. He held it to the thin slit in his neck, the blood dribbled into it. A ugly little smile toyed with his lips. He glided to a table with lots of beakers and such. Stayne put a few drops of, what I assumed, more blood into the same vile. A quick flick of the wrist to mix it. He raised it to his lips and took a swig, I grimaced, then he walked to Tarrant and forced him to take it. He clapped his hand over Tarrant's mouth so he couldn't spit it out. Then he turned my way.

Bloody hell. What a despicable man. I could barely stand to have my eyes in his direction, therefore averting them. I could feel my face heat with my silent fury. Luckily my hair fell into my view of that scum. Stayne reached out and pushed it behind my ear. I tightened my jaw, trying not to look at him and glare. He took a firm grasp on my chin and made me look at him.

Surprisingly, he looked somewhat hurt. Huh. Good. He stroked my cheek thoughtfully, and said with a voice like silk. "I still love you, Alice."

I was shaking with anger, I tried to keep the tremble from my voice. "Get away from me, Stayne."

He exhaled deeply. "Perhaps I could prove my love for you, hm?" Asking for my approval. What an idiot.

I chuckled. "Ha! Like you even care for me! You have played with my feelings and messed with my head. What makes you think I will ever love a thing like you? I may be mad, but not that mad."

He smiled at this. Oh dear. Perhaps I was digging myself into a deeper hole.

"As you wish dear, I shall indeed prove my love." With that, he took a syringe from the table and filled it with a suspicious liquid in a beaker next to it. I swallowed hard, he spun to face me once again.