Chapter 3

I really hope that I disappoint in this chapter... But I think that you will enjoy. I really think that this one will be a decent fic- we will just have to see where it goes, don't we?

Disclaimer: - I do not own any of the Characters portrayed in this story besides the one or two characters of my own. They either belong to Lewis Carol, and/ or Tim Burton.

Two seconds later -

"She's not here." The Ace said as he stood over the wardrobe.

"She's not…" the mother said as she pondered.

"YOU," he pointed his staff at her mother. "Where is she?" she looked around, scared, wondering how on this Earth she got out of there without her knowing…

"I- I don't-"

"What is that?" another card asked as he spotted an empty bottle, the same that was once filled with something purple, her mother recalls.

It will take you to your own little 'Wonderland'…

Her mother smiled. "She's in Wonderland?" she exclaimed in shock and unbelief as she figured it out.

"Oh, no," the Ace said as he felt defeated. Everyone was silent.

"What?" her mother asked.

"All right men," the Ace said.

They all start to leave.

"What, what… What is it? Where's my Alice?" her mother started to become hysterical.

"Patience, milady," he reassured her. "She has returned to Underland and we must get to her before…" he pauses as he cues a card. "We will keep her under heavy surveillance." Someone suddenly grabbed her arm.

"And you… Mrs. Kingsleigh, I presume?" another card said as he took a stronghold of her other arm.

"What's going on?" her mother started to cry.

"Now, Mrs. Kingsleigh, Alice is in danger, and,"

"And if he comes here, he will come after you too." The Ace says as they all start to march out of the house.

"The queen will be displeased if we keep you here as well." Another card said as they keep marching.

She started to cry. "What – where…"

"On to Underland, men; 52 deck card shield, now!" they all suddenly crowd her. And all is left is a shriek of her voice ringing the air, haunting the night sky.

Alice sits in terror as she thought she was looking at the nighttime sky. She only sees a similar crescent moon in which seemed only bright enough for her to see a gentle shadow of her body in the straight darkness. She didn't understand, 'why did it send me here?' She knew where she wanted to go, but it wasn't here. She had hoped to see her dear friends, hoping that her destination would be at the Castle or the Tea Party or… anyplace familiar. She wanted to see him again, and stay with him; be protected by only him.

She started to cry as she asked questions in her head. Why did those cards want her? Who were they obeying? Could she possibly do anything wrong by coming back? Too afraid to travel at night, she decided to cuddle to herself and lie of the hard ground that she feels below her. With tear swept eyes, she closes them to try and sleep the rest of the night away and try to find her way in the morning.

She looked up at the beautiful moon and its glow which it's magic placed a smile on her face. Oh, how she wished the she could climb upon it and witness its pure dark bliss with the stars as nightlights, as the moon gently rocks her to sleep. But without any luck, she lets out a sharp breath along with another tear.

"Ok, Alice," she whispered to herself. She cuddled deeper and gently thought promising thoughts. "Name 6 impossible things. Go on…" she assured herself. "Let's see," she replied to herself.

"1. I can sleep on the moon.

2. Stars smile back at me.

3. Cards are out to get me.

4. it's impossible for me to sleep on the ground.

5. Wonderland exists.

6. Jabberwocky blood can transport me through two different worlds."

…

"That is excellent practice," Someone deathly quiet said in a foreign accent. She recognizes that voice anywhere.

I know him anywhere…

She rises herself up to try and find the person with that beautiful voice though the darkness. But the nighttime forbids her to see with her own eyes. She stands apprehensively, not hearing so much as another breath in the air. She stands straight and hears absolutely nothing.

"H-hello?" she whispers almost in a motion of her mouth. But there is no answer. "I-is… is anyone h-here?" her whispers grow to a gentle talk. But… nothing,

A figment of my imagination, no doubt,

She slowly moves her body from the ground, driving her senses to any sort of noise everywhere around her. She eventually finds her knees and tarts to shake of either the cool breeze or the wild imagination her mind is producing.

"Alice," a hiss was heard to her right.

Ok thatwas not my imagination.

"W-who's there?" she asks as she shivers in anticipation. She gulps as she starts to hear heavy breathing. Then all of the sudden she felt a gentle caress of a hand on hers.

"Come with me, Alice!" a strong Scottish voice called out as a hand pulled her up and away without a second thought. She didn't hesitate to resist.

"Hatter?" she whispered. He did not answer, only pulled her faster. She smiled as she ran her fastest as she had ever run. She just feels safer now. "Where are we going?"

"Away from here!" he said as he pulled her through a path with a little more light. She looked head wanting to see his face again, even his hair, but…

"Hatter," he stopped at a point. A point in which, even in the daytime, she probably would not have known where they were.

"Stay quiet," he whispered as he turned to see her pretty face.

"Hatter," Alice smiled brightly not being able to control herself in delight. It took everything not to kiss him and just hug him… until she saw his face.

Her eyes grew wide; she pulls away, scared; horrified to this person. She started to scream as she saw a very different person. He looked like Tarrant, but… it most certainly not him. His face is more pointed, his skin was a peach color, dark red hair, and blackened eyes. No color; no pupil.

"Wh-wha-" he covered her mouth. She instinctively starts to scream trying to pull away. He tisked her as he held his index finger slowly up to his lips and told her silently to a hush. She stared at him with wide eyes as if he was about to kill her.

Was he?

"My Alice," he whispered in Tarrant's voice. 'Who is this freak?' She heavily exhales as she hears his clever voice. Suddenly, he starts to melt as if this were some cruel nightmare. But it seems that he is changing into his natural form as he slammed her to the ground. He didn't want her to see his natural face. With a gloved hand covering her mouth, she heavily breaths; hyperventilating, and without a second thought, she just screams under his hand, knowing that no one will here, as if just to get it out of her system. Without a seconds notice, she feels heavy breathing down her neck, but no sound of breathing whatsoever. She whimpers and starts to shake in terror.

She suddenly freezes, feeling something… Perspiration is accumulated from a slimy substance that suddenly smothers her neck with a little vibration.

This… this… thing is… licking her neck… smothering her with his lips, not kissing, but… tasting.

"My sweet Alice," His accent grew darker and more inhuman. She stays silent without much choice. "I just want to thank you properly for helping me dispose if the… 'Waste' that was ruling this Godforsaken place." He whispered in her ear with a voice, foreign to her hearing. 'Who is this man?' "But, only if you will let me," He whispers as his breath slowly entered in her ear and down the back of her shirt. He hums in satisfaction of the view that beholds him, "How lovely," he murmurs as he starts placing butterfly kisses behind her neck.

She felt something creeping inside of her body as if a bug was trying to pry itself through her skin. It stings and pierces her very senses. Her strength slowly starts to leave her body; she eventually, without any warning, drops to the ground as if she was carrying twice her weight. She feels a smile upon the back of her neck, as she eventually gives into the monster behind her.

She starts to lose her vision. Her mind goes completely blank, she can no longer think for herself and starts to uncontrollably lean back…

'Alice'

A familiar voice,

'ALICE!'

A cry or a plead,

'Everything is going to be ok,'

A familiar voice,

'NO!'

All too familiar,

'You have done well…'

What's going on?

'Alice…'

Is it safe to wake up now?

'Alice,'

A~T A~T A~T A~T A~T A~T

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