there was soooo many requests for julius...and tbh i didnt even want to do him because i felt SO BAD for him. *SOBS* hes such a nice and sweet guy, and alice does this to him *shakes head* alice youre too mean.

btw, in this story alice isnt staying anywhere in particular lol

I will rewrite chapter 1, by the way, so you may want to check that out sometime. I havent rewritten it yet, but i will!

also, i think i will have blood be the last cause it will be the grande finale ;)

btw, heres a lil hint: something very unexpected is to be at the end! expect the unexpected. :) i can only tell u that for now, lolol

enuff of moi, enjoy!

Chapter 2: Screwing with the Clockmaker

Alice POV:

I skipped along, my pale blue dress flowing behind me. I claimed to only wear these sorts of clothing because it "suited" me. Of course, this was a complete lie. I only wore this type of clothing because it makes me look naive, and innocent. Perfect, isn't it?

I hummed as I walked down the dirt path. Who should I target next? My victim can't be an animal, because they will smell Boris on me. I have to be careful of who I choose, as this place only has so many people.

My feet ended up leading me to my answer- The Clockmaker. I grinned as I walked up the cool, dry stone steps. My gut had guided me here.

This should be fun.

I walked up the dark stone hallways, my feet making echoing noises around me. Such a shame how Julius only had one bed. It would be harder to roll around, but hey, I guess it's better than the floor or the table.

I reached into my apron pocket and brought out a bag of cookies. Good thing I had thought ahead to buy them, and slowly tempt the horny man I would be seducing tonight. Men always go for the girl who can produce fresh baked cookies.

I can't wait to see your face, horny bastard.

I opened the door that lead to his office/bedroom/only-livable-place, and slowly peered in. He was hunched over clocks again, his screwdriver making no noise as he screwed another screw in.

That's not the only thing he'll be screwing tonight.

I sighed. He was working, still? I watched him as he hunched down and poured some mechanical oil into the clock, and started to twist another screw in. As much as I hate Wonderland, Julius is still the most sane person here. But, he is guilty as charged, because he is the life-giver here. He still has a role. He still plays the game, even if he might hate it.

He is still found guilty.

"Hi Julius!" I chirped as I bounced into the room. "Working, again?"

"Good evening, Alice. If you are here to pester me about work again, you may as well leave." He said, not looking up from his work.

I made tsk-ing noises with my tongue. "You're gonna get hunchback from all that work, y'know? I mean, I like to do work too, but you do too much. Don't over do it, kay?"

He grumbled under his breath. I sighed. "I'll prepare some coffee with the cookies I baked earlier. I hope you like them."

I turned around and headed towards the kitchen, singing as I grinded up coffee beans. This man was so stupid. Of course I knew how to make a "90 points" coffee- I just pretended I didn't, as it made things much more...interesting. I mean, what fun is it when you can't tease the guy? What's the fun in that? None.

After I finished pouring the freshly made coffee into two cups, I laid out cookies on a plate, arranging them so they looked better than they tasted. I slowly walked to Julius, who only glanced at me when I put down his cup of coffee. I placed the cookies beside the coffee, but he still hadn't noticed it yet. Annoyed with my lack of progress with him, I grabbed a cookie, placed my hand under his chin, tilted his head up, and forced a biscuit into his surprised mouth.

"Wmph deh?" He said, chewing on the cracker, surprised.

I giggled at his reaction, and simply said "You didn't eat the cookie when I placed it by the coffee, so I'm forcing you to eat it! Is it good?"

"It's okay."

I frowned. "Is it bad, then?"

"I said 'okay'."

"Yeah, but I wanted 'good' or 'delicious', not 'okay'."

He sighed, and said "They're good, happy?"

I squealed. "Yay!" I looked at his face, and laughed. "Julius, there's a piece of cookie by your mouth."

"Hmm?" He wiped the back of his palm against his face, but he still missed the spot.

I sighed, but grinned internally. What the perfect opportunity. "No," I said as I leaned down closer to him. "It's here, silly." I licked the spot where the biscuit was, making Julius jump. I felt heat rise to my face, although it was just an act. I glanced out the window. Suddenly, it turned to nighttime. Before Julius had a moment to process what happened, I spoke. "Hey Julius, it's nighttime. Can I spend the night here?"

His face was still flushed with red. "Sure," He mumbled. I smiled and said thanks.

I headed towards another room that I stored my nightgown in. It wasn't as if I lived here, in fact, each night I slept somewhere else, but in each territory I did have a nightgown. Why? Convenient, I guess.

Plus, it's easier to sleep with all the men.

I hummed as I stripped myself, and felt the cool silk fabric of my chemise wrap around myself. It made me look all too pure and innocent.

In other words, perfect.

I skipped back into Julius's main room, and he looked at me, and sighed( he sighs alot, doesn't he?). "I thought I told you not to wear that."

"Wear what?" I played dumb.

"That."

I looked down at myself. "Well, I don't see what's wrong with it," I huffed. "It's just a nightgown!"

He glared at me. "It doesn't cover much up."

"Who cares?"

What he did next surprised even me, though. He ran lightning speed to me, pinned me on the floor, wrapped his body around mine, and started to give me a hickey. I laid there, frozen. I felt his tongue dance across my skin. After a while, he pulled away, panting. He glared at me, as if I were a child. "When a guy does that to you, you pull away."

"But what if I don't want to?"

As I said these words, his eyes widened at me, filled with confusion, and maybe, maybe even hope. I ordered tears to spring in my eyes, and said "Julius...I think...I think I...I'm in love with you."

He didn't reply to this. He just stared at me, aghast. When I grew weary at the lack of action, I decided to take matter into my own hands. I balled my fist up against my eyes, and shakily said "Don't you love me too, Julius?"

I felt his lips graze me cheek, gentle and warm. I heard him say "I do, but I don't know if I am good enough for you. Why don't you go for someone like the Cheshire cat, or the Dormouse?"

I lifted my fists away from my eyes, and my blue eyes met his violet ones, which had specks of gold in them. "Clockmaker..." I breathed. "Giver of life...Who wouldn't love a god?"

I then tugged his jacket, and brought his lips to meet mine. His lips were full, moist, and soft. Our kiss was sweet and passionate, gentle, just like him. He reached his arms around my head, combing through my thick honey blonde hair. I reached around his head, and undid his long, silky violet hair. It tickled my neck and shoulders. He smelled a bit like mechanical oil.

When we parted, Julius said "Are you sure you want to be with me?"

"As sure as I'll ever be about anything."

He smiled at me, and then leaned in again. "Please...be..gentle..." I muttered to him.

And he screwed me.

Who should my next target be?

#slutinwonderland

when i made all those references about "screws" you know, its like hes the clockmaker and he screws in screws into the clock, but then he also screws alice...lololol

omg i just thought of another thing.

cockmaker.

AHAHHAHAHAH

anyways sorry i had to end this chapter badly...but i honestly didnt know what to do with julius.

so i winged it. (not) like a pro.

so, review and tell me what u think!

also, who should she do next, do u think?

peace.

~pink peppermint

p.s. i may not update for like two weeks, cause im grounded :(

update: thank you anon reviewer. that thought had never occurred to me before. also, the rest will be explained in next chapters! :)