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Down the Rabbit's hole

Chapter Five: Wandering Child

"Can't I just show some love to my babydoll?"

His words caused me to shiver involuntary, but the shiver wasn't out of fear, it was out of delight. And that scared me more than anything. I liked it.

I liked his voice, a deadly lullaby luring you in until he gets what he wants. I liked his hair, and how much it reminded me of dark chocolate, a beautiful temptation. I liked his eyes, red and dark, the color of blood, the color of love. I liked his touch, cool enough to be warming you up in the coldest of nights. I liked his presence, and how sweet it was, but it was bitter for those who deserve its bitterness.

I broke out of my thoughts, finding myself chewing another piece of the cake. After swallowing, I opened my mouth only to hear his laughter. "Silly girl, don't you know you just finished the cake?" I could only shake my head in response, mute after hearing his laughter.

I loved his laughter. It was different from his chuckles or his sadistic laughter that he showed around me during the past. Maybe the sadistic laughter was the one I had been listening to, but this one sounded a lot more beautiful.

More dark and more inviting, causing me to lean closer to him. I felt his arms wrap around me, after setting the plate down and for once I didn't protest. I just closed my eyes, letting my mind reply his laughter until I fell asleep.

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"You like my laugh."

That was the first thing he told me, when I had woken up. I nodded, still dazed, my mind not even being able to process what he had just told me, as I got up from the couch and stumbled to the suitcase grabbing clothes, before walking to the bathroom. I noticed Alec was sitting on the bed watching me, studying my actions.

I ignored him, and walked into the bathroom and stared in the mirror. A sense of déjà vu crawled through my skin as I thought about last night. I gasped in horror as realization crept through my skin. I fell asleep on him, he saw what I dreamed.

I opened the door of the bathroom, and poked my head out, glaring at him.

"I DON'T like your laughter!" I shrieked, before slamming the door shut, ignoring his amused grin and chuckles. I leaned against the door, and wished for an escape as I sank to my knees crying. Tears fell as I remembered my family, wanting them back. I needed them, I needed some familiar comfort. I needed some fairytales.

I walked toward the shower, letting the water wash away my salted tears that continued to fall down my face. When I emerged from the bathroom dressed in a white sundress, apparently everything in that suitcase is a dress or a skirt; I walked toward the couch and just rocked myself.

"Babydoll?"

"Yes."

"We are leaving; we have a long way to go if we have to out run your family." My eyes began to water, as I choked another sob. "Did you honestly believe this was a little vacation? This is a real. There is a reason for all this, so understand."

"No."

"You've been a very good doll, until now. It seems as if the doll had woken up from her dream." He observed, his voice mocking me darkly. He made his way over to me, and scooped me in his arms cradling me like a child.

"Behave. Out of all of the others in the guard, I am probably the kindest." He said, rocking me in his arms. I looked at him for a moment, before commenting, "You are the cruelest…Your kindness it is scary. The ones the most kind, are always the one with the most malice."

"Clever child, it's such a shame you are bound to that world, the Cullens made for you. Your mind wanders; you don't want the kind of life your family had brought you. I can see it in your eyes, you always wanted more than the happily ever after. The kind of girl who reads Grimm's Fairytales for fun, instead of those stories your families have created. You crave a world with darkness in it."

He laughed, that laugh from last night, and spoke, "And it seems you have got your wish. I am the darkness you crave, and if you bite the fruit, you shall become like Persephone, but it won't be for six months."

And with those words, I began to fall into the underworld.

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This time, I didn't get shoved into the car, and I didn't get stuck in the backseat. But now I wish I did, I used to be able to cower behind the front seat, so I won't have to meet his gaze. The backseat seems so safe, and I really wish I was seated there. Now he can catch my gaze easily, and finds it a lot easier to strike me with a gentle brush of his hand, which is currently caressing mine. As much as I want to snatch my hand away from him, I don't.

Instead I grip his hand tightly, hoping for some sort of comfort within him. He seemed caught off guard for a moment, but his grip around me tightens. When I looked out the window, no form of sunshine is shown, only darkness that hung from the skies. No clouds with silver lining here.

Only darkness and despair remain.

But the darkness felt warm, as if the warmth of the sun wasn't needed anymore. The darkness brought warmth, which kept me locked in a trance. I needed him, I could see that now. His darkness was addicting. I felt weak and submissive around him, and if he asked me to do something, I would. But still a small part of my brain refused his advances.

The logical part of my brain, it screamed at me, yelled at me and bullyragged me whenever I was too weak to handle anything. But still I remained submissive to his wishes. Ever since this began I have done what he wanted me to do. I have complied with his every wish, and I hate it.

He is a sociopath, he kills without mercy. And this was his cruel joke on me.

A joke so cruel there was no way for it to be true.

"Doll?"

I look up at the sound of his voice, and wait for him to continue.

"We have arrived, to our new home."

I look up, only to find a mansion, which seemed cold and unfriendly just like the weather. "He led me out of the car, the umbrella sheltering us as we walked inside.

The décor inside the mansion was just like I expected. The entrance has that Victorian era feel to it, and I supposed the rest of this house as well. It seemed haunted, like the house couldn't let go of its past. I could sense some Italian Renaissance in this house, with all the paintings of angels.

But Alec looked like an angel more than the rest.

Alec looks like a fallen angel.

"Babydoll," his soft croon snapped me to attention once again, and his hands were beckoning me closer to him. I complied with his wishes and trudged towards him. His hand entwined with mine as he opened the door underneath the stairs. I looked at him with confusion, but he just shook his head, his eyes with a- I'll tell you later look. I nodded understanding and walked along with him. It didn't take long for me to realize there was an intricate maze of a basement in this house.

"This house was made around the 1700s, it was used as a room for meetings during wars, and then it became a hideout for runaway slaves."

"We are in America, right now?"

"Yes."

"How did we get by security?"

"I know people."

I stopped questioning him after that.

He led me to one of the rooms, which seemed extravagantly furnished. Dramatic shades of red where splashed across the white room, oddly reminding me of Alice in Wonderland.

"Have I crossed the land of the Red Queen?" I wondered, staring at the room in awe.

"No…but if young Renesmee wishes she could be, she just has to follow the rabbit."

"Are you the rabbit?" I asked him, my eyes dancing with amusement at his obvious distaste at the thought. Rolling his eyes he replied, "No, I am the Mad Hatter and it is six o' clock, just in time for my blood." He smirked as his lips brushed my skin.

Renesmee is finally realizing something! Or it is all in her head. The real story begins here...because this will be the location of the story for the majority of it. I do not know how long a majority is, so don't ask. I have been reading a lot of Joker fanfictions. He is one of the things i love. I feel sick at the moment, i feel like hell. I want some ice cream. My family is home right now-and now i took a shower. I've done my homework in advance. And have been a 90s-100s streak this week. I have been watching plays and musicals. My friend and I went to our school play on Friday, because it is mandatory for theatre students.

This story will become a bit darker now. I guess i want to make it the original idea i have in mind. This chapter is what i call laying the groundwork. You all better be reading this. I am going to write a Joker Origins later.

In case you didn't know a new episode of Jokerblogs will be on tonight! Jokerblogs takes place after Dark Knight. And the actor is Ah-mazing! You would love him. Ledger's Joker is so amazing it brought me to tears. I love him, more than any of my other fictional favorites. Have you seen his smile? It is SO swoon enough fangirl moment. You all are probably getting disgusted.

I just had some ice cream-Look at the first paragraph of the author's not for reference to that.

Song of the Chapter-Wandering Child from Phantom of the Opera

Who else loves the Phantom? I love love love love LOVE him. We are watching the movie in class, a movie i know by heart. Just like Twilight.

I put an Alice in Wonderland reference, because of this short story i wrote at 11: 50-midnight on Saturday-Sunday. I did that instead of finishing this chapter which i would have posted this morning. Forgive me for being lazy with a review.

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