Authors Note –

AHHH! I've been terribly inactive lately. Sorry!

Anyways, I plan on finishing this story in 2-3 weeks, so keep an eye out for that!

I would like to thank everybody for favoriting this story and Elisamaddness for supporting me!
*bows* I feel so special *happy tears* Haha, just kidding ;P Or am I?

Pairing: Alice x Cheshire

Rating: T just to be safe ;D

Summary: The same :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Alice. :'C

Extra note – This chapter is like a ''flashback''. Erm.. Yeah, So blabltr is in the flashback time/thingy etc…
I hope you understand xD I don't make much sense…

Enjoy! :D

She did not sleep that night. The events of the evening wired her to the walls, so to speak.

Alice sat behind the tree, hands closed around Cheshire's limp body. He was breathing, thank the March Hare. He had been poisoned, but thankfully for his blood, the venom dissapeared in his veins. But that venom was strong, so strong, even if it evaporates very quickly, it still makes you sick. Alice had no idea, if he would live through the night.
The woman almost cried at the memory of the evening, how she almost lost her best friend, maybe even lover...

„Is this the place, where we can get Vilethorn Chessy?" asked Alice. They were both in a lush, green forest. But in a special section of the forest. There was a certain tree you need, to get Vilethorn. You search for it in the leaves of the tree.

This was an easy task for Cheshire. He spent most of his time hanging in trees.

But looking for it, was difficult. It was located in a poisonous tree, in the leaves. It was hard to tell, if it was the Vilethorn or just a long leaf.

„Yes, i'm certain it is Alice!" he said confidently, jumping branch to branch.

„Very graceful.." muttered Alice. She stood under the tree for a few seconds, but decided to sit on the base of the large tree.
She also made up her mind about eating. She hadn't eaten for 2 days, and that is not a healthy lifestyle.
Her apron or what was left of it anyways, contained food and she took a bite of her favorite bisquit. „I wonder if that wound on my back is healed yet..."

After eating, she took a little walk to the little stream next to the large tree. It wasn't the biggest, but it would do for her needs.

Alice kneeled to the stream and took a handful of water. She opened her mouth and let the cool liquid flow down her dry throat. Then did it again. And again. Until her throat was no longer dry.

She sighted and walked back to the tree.
„Chessy!" Shouted Alice, in hopes of her friend hearing her call, „Are you done?"
Said woman got to the tree, but what was infront of her was a horrible scene.

Cheshire's numb body was bloody and full of cuts. In his hand, firmly grasped was the Vilethorn. His dry, crusted lips were also bloody.
He looked so hurt, so fragile, like a broken toy..

Alice had no other thought, except to save Cheshire. She rushed to his side and shook him. As he would wake up from doing that.

„Cheshire, Cheshire, wake up! Wake up! Cheshire! CHESHIRE!"

A small cry escaped her lips and immedietly, she took action, knowing what to do. The woman managed to drag him to the stream. How, I do not know, for Cheshire was much heavier than her.

Once there, Alice ripped out another piece of her dress.
„N-No Alice! First clean the wounds!"

She took a deep breath and quickly worked on cleaning his wounds from any leftover poison.

„Now..wrap the wounds up..."
Alice ripped the piece of cloth into smaller pieces and tied up his more serious worked quickly, stopping the blood.

Tears flowed from her eyes, making her vision blurry, but she kept going. She needed to, for Cheshire.

And here we are. We see Alice holding Cheshire so dearly.

„Cheshire, Cheshire..This is all my fault, I'm so sorry.."
Tears sprung form her eyes, but she promised not to cry anymore, it wouldn't help. Instead, Alice kissed his head, his ears, his forehead. Then his nose and eyes. Finally, she looked at his lips. Biting her own, she pushed her lips to his, feeling light and dizzy.