Interesting & Confusing Twisting Events
By Rurple101

"I demand to see Lady Alice and Mr Hightopp!" Charlotte Edgecombe bellowed from her cell in the White Queen's dungeons.

She had been re-captured after her meeting with Mr Hightopp at the Tea Table before Lady Alice had returned.

And she had been forced to call her a Lady.

As opposed to a Gentlemen? She'd thought. Jeez…

"Lady Alice and Mr Hightopp aren't available to speak to you, Miss Edgecombe" a guard informed her.

She spat at him in anger. "I want to speak to the Queen then!"

"She doesn't want to see you either" the other dumber guard had told her. She screamed in disbelief.

They all didn't want to see her! How stupid and churlish!

The first guard had punched the other guard in annoyance. When will he learn to keep his stupid gob shut?

"No more speaking to the guilty" he announced. The younger guard nodded and coughed nervously.

Charlotte groaned and slumped back into her stool. These people were weird. She thought back to her when she first met some of her friends.

"She is Alice!" Tweedledee announced as he saw Charlotte approach them. Tweedledum groaned at his twin. "She can't be Alice, she has got black hair! Alice is blonde!"

Charlotte smiled at them. "Hello, my name is Miss Edgecombe, Charlotte really. Where can I find my auntie, the Red Queen?" she asked kindly.

When she had first awoken in her maidenhood to Underland, she was a very well kept and pretty girl. She was well mannered, taught by her carer, the White Queen.

She had been looked after; just how Mirana had cared for her own daughter, Lily but unfortunately had disappeared mysteriously in a storm. The whole kingdom had been frantic to search for the Queen's only child. But that had been 2 years previous and Mirana had been guilt ridden ever since. But more of that later.

"Umm" Tweedledum stated, staring up at the beautiful lady in front of him. He was blushing furiously and wished he was taller and more handsome.

"The Red Queen? Why would you want to see that old hag?" Tweedledee rudely said. Tweedledum groaned and hit his brother.

"She lives in Salazen Grum; you know the big castle there. She isn't the Queen as really she is the White Queen's sister." He explained.

She smiled at his helpfulness. "Thank you. What are your names?" she asked.

"Tweedledum and Tweedledee" Tweedledum said immediately. "I'm Dum and he's Dee."

"Counter wise, I'm Dee and he's Dum" Tweedledee stated. He noticed how his brother's eyes fazed over this pretty lady. He sighed, nudged him in the ribs and smiled politely up at Charlotte.

"Are you on a mission or somit?" he asked, being his nosy self. This made her chuckle. "Yes, I want to find my Auntie, her name is...Iracebeth?" she asked carefully.

The Tweedles gasped; and they as they fully realized her auntie was the wicked Red Queen.

Dum lost all his manners and ran away screaming "Help! Help! Down with the Bloody Big Head!"

Dee rolled his eyes.

"So you must be Queen Mirana's niece?" he asked carefully. Charlotte; taken aback from Dum's sudden exit nodded slowly.

"Nah, no worries. Don't ya realize that half the kingdom don't like her?" he said. She shook her head.

"Come with me. I can take you to the Hatter and Hare" he took her hand. "They will know what to do."

So Dum took her towards the Windmill where at this time, the Hatter had been living with the March Hare.

The Hatter saw them coming and he waved merrily at them. "Hello everyone!" he called.

He was sitting at the long table but instead of wearing his favorite top hat, he was wearing a black French beret.

"Tarrant! What on earth are you wearing astride your head?" Dum asked curiously.

The Hatter rolled his eyes "It's the latest fashion!" he said, as if Dum had insulted him.

Charlotte couldn't help herself. She burst out laughing.

"Well it is!" The Hatter said indignantly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

This didn't help her urge to stop laughing.

Tarrant Hightopp smiled as he heard her laughing. The sound reminded him of Alice Kingsley, the girl who had fallen down a rabbit hole. He missed her; his sweet and kind little friend. He remembered how she would always try and take his hat and then when he ran after her she used to giggle. It had been roughly ten years since she left.

And since those ten years, Tarrant had looked exactly the same since the beginning of the decade as to the end. Time had clearly been still annoyed at him and made him not age at all. This made no matter to Tarrant though - more time for him to make hats!

He studied Charlotte carefully. She wasn't Alice, mainly as she was called Charlotte and secondly as she simply wasn't the Alice he knew. He would know when she came along who his little Alice was.

Charlotte didn't seem to have the amount of muchness that Alice did. Alice had been a beautiful child with a wide and curious imagination.

He heard his friend the March Hare (or Tackky as Tarrant nicknamed him) calling for his attention.

"Don't mind, Tarrant. He likes to live in his own head." 'Tackky' said.

Tarrant rolled his eyes.

"I was just thinking about Miss Alice" he said, inocently.

"Miss Alice?" Charlotte asked.

"Why, yes!" Tarrant exclaimed, nearly pushing his tea cup onto the floor. "Alice Kinglsey - the little child from Otherland and she fell down a rabbit hole. It is shown that..."

"Atta!" a small voice piped in and they looked down at the table to see a dormouse.

"Hello Mally" Tarrant said blankly. He drained his tea in one and swapped his beret with his normal top hat.

"I wondered who else would be talking about her so much!" Mally scoffed, raising her eyes to the sun.

"If you wanna know about Alice, then I can let you borrow a book. It's called 'The Tale of Alice Kingsley'"Mally said and sat upon her tea pot.(*a/n WINKS*)

"I just miss her, that's all" Tarrant moaned, slumping in his chair. Thakery patted him on the back. "Don't worry ma pal. She'll be back soon, the lassie."

Charlotte even could remember how much she had been scared to meet her auntie.

The Hatter had been too scared (or angry, she wasn't sure) to tell her or guide her to where her auntie lived.

So instead seeing as he was the only one brave enough, Tweedledum had escorted her there.

But as soon as they got there, they had both been summoned to Iracebeth herself in her massive throne room.

Charlotte had been amazed at her auntie's palace. It was more colourful than Mirana's and she wanted to live there.

"And who are you?" Iracebeth had questioned the sixteen year old girl. She was giving the girl a curious look, she swore she could recognize her, or something about her.

"Are you my auntie?" Charlotte had asked instead. She looked up into the feared queen with admiration and hope. Iracebeth walked off her throne and walked slowly towards the mannered teenager.

She lifted the girl's chin and inspected her. She gave her the once over and focussed on her eyes. They were a bright golden colour. Iracebeth gasped, dropping her sceptre.

"You're…what… your mother's name was?" she gasped, still frozen to the spot. Her eyes never left Charlotte's face.

"I think her name was…Camilla. Camilla Edgecombe" Charlotte had answered. But the Red Queen's face was in shock.

"Where is your mother now?" she asked franticly.

Charlotte looked down at her feet and sniffed. "She died when I was four years old. Since then I have been looked after by my other auntie, Mirana." Charlotte looked up. "And then Mirana said that I had another auntie and that it was you."

"You're the Lost Niece" Iracebeth gasped and gave Charlotte a tight hug. Iracebeth very rarely showed affection towards anything in her life but when Mirana had said she had a niece whom she'd never met, Iracebeth had nicknamed her the 'Lost Niece' as she wanted to meet her. This was a total shock.

Charlotte was taken aback from the hug but returned it warmly. She had found her auntie.

The only worrying thing about what happened after that was that Iracebeth got over her shock, made her a favourite and a courtier with all the services. It had been a week and her friend Dum had told her he was leaving for Marmoreal to explain to the White Queen that she was staying with Iracebeth.

Only Charlotte had begged him to leave it as she was paranoid she'd never see him again. He had shrugged it off and was on his way out of the door. He would of left then as he planned but it changed when Charlotte had leapt off her bed and kissed him passionately.

That night after Charlotte had fallen asleep, Dum had crawled out of her bed and got changed. He left the castle secretly and Charlotte had awoken to an empty bed. She had cried herself hoarse and vowed to never fall in love again.

Iracebeth (being drunk at the time) had suggested that she get some men and be improper with them. A month later and her way of toughing herself up was sleeping with several guards around the castle. Iracebeth didn't object. Several guards did, but they were either beheaded or bedded with Charlotte to shut them up.

But down in her heart, Charlotte knew it was bad. So she risked herself to fall in love again, only this time with Nivens McTwisp. He had visited the Red Queen with a message and she'd got angry. Charlotte overhearing had helped McTwisp get out of the palace quickly and safely. Only they never made it to the castle walls. Charlotte had fallen for McTwisp and he was a very young 'man' rabbit. That one time made him scared about moving on.

Nivens awoke in the bed chamber belonging to Charlotte Edgecombe and lost himself. He had…disgusted himself, with a human! His mother would of turned tails in her grave!

He quickly got up and changed but froze when he noticed that Charlotte was awake. "Errr hello Charlotte" he muttered. He made a move to get out of bed but she cuddled him, her head resting in his soft white fur, inhaling his scent.

"I love you, please don't leave me" she'd muttered. He nodded and patted her head reassuringly. Charlotte kissed his furry cheek and exited the chamber for breakfast.

He got himself changed and sorted, running out of the castle before Charlotte came back. When she returned to her chamber she had screamed herself hoarse again.

Iracebeth came running and comforted her niece. "Don't worry sweet heart, we shall get back those pesky animals back." She vowed.

The next few weeks resulted in the Horunvendush Day and the devastating rule of Iracebeth, the Bloody Red Queen.

Had she done the right thing following her aunt? Was she a bad person? She proberly was. She sighed and lay down quietly on her bed. She needed some sleep and then she did need to speak to her auntie, the White Queen about her mother, the Golden Queen.

Now THAT is the reward of my writter's block going away! See, this was better than last chapter as I rushed it. I thought more and this is longer! whoop! :)