Half an hour later, Blood, Elliot, and I were all sitting around a long table having a tea party (because that's what big bad Mafia people apparently do). Blood had given me a black and white music-note print dress with a matching bow and black and white knee-socks to change into and I thought I looked kinda cute, at least from the neck down. The Mafia boss was talking about the different territories and I really tried to pay attention, but my gaze kept going back to the March Hare. He was very tall, in his early twenties, and very cute. Elliot had long curly blond locks and deep sapphire eyes. He wore a dark green trench coat, green pants, orange boots, and a purple scarf. He was a little standoffish at first, but he turned out to be really sweet- well, for the second in command of a mafia. The only problem was, he was a rabbit. Unlike Peter's short-haired white ears, Elliot's were a tan color and very fluffy.

"You've been through a lot today, haven't you, Sabrina?" Blood asked after I told them how I got here. "Why don't I grant you permission to stay at the mansion?"

"He's right." Elliot agreed. "It's dangerous out there, can't have you wandering around aimlessly."

I smiled and like the polite American my mother raised me to be said, "Thank you for the offer, Mr. Dupre, but I don't want to be a bother…"

"Blood said its fine, so don't worry about it!" Elliot reassured me as he took a bite out of his carrot cake.

The Hatter nodded. "Yes. It's quite alright. I hate being bored, so I won't kill you if you're interesting." He said casually like we were discussing the weather and took another sip of his tea.

How comforting. His words brought a question to my mind and I asked, "Say, Blood?"

"Yes?"

"Young lady? Does what you say become law?"

Blood looked at me strangely. "…What? Where do I come off-"

"PFFT! HA HA HA HA HA!" Elliot suddenly exploded into a laughing fit and he held his stomach as tears formed in his eyes. "'Young lady'! Blood is-" More laughter.

I felt my cheeks burn. Dammit! I said something weird! I mentally smacked myself. You bloody idiot.

"Elliot." Blood said in a tone that chilled my blood.

"You and that guy-"

Before either of us could do anything, Blood brought the end of his cane to Elliot's chest so fast, it was a blur.

"Guh…" Elliot grunted and he fell sideways out of his seat and landed on the ground with a heavy thud.

What the-?! I shot out of my seat and watched as a red liquid poured from Elliot's mouth. Is that blood?! I ran around the table and kneeled down next to him as he coughed up more of his blood. "Elliot… How could you poke him that hard?!" I screamed at Blood, who was back to sipping his tea like he hadn't moved.

"I didn't try to poke him," He said l was a child who was getting upset over nothing. "It's not one of my first attempts to kill him."

I felt my fists clench the hem of my dress. I had known Blood for less than an hour, but I could already tell he was a heartless, cruel, pathetic excuse of an intelligent being. "You're…You're not a gentleman. I can see the type of guy you are, but you can't do whatever you like!" Oops. Said too much.

I expected him to throw me out, but instead he chuckled. Sick bastard. "That's a relief. I like how interesting it is that you're telling me what I can and cannot do, but now I'm bored." He got up and left me alone with Elliot. I hate guys like him!

"Elliot, are you alright? Is it okay for you to get up?"

" I've got to rub this off… the blood." He tried to wipe the blood off his face with his sleeve, but I smacked his hand away and scolded, "Well, don't rub it away like that." I dug in the pocket of my dress and produced a handkerchief I had found earlier. "Here." I wiped it away like my mother used to when I was little. With the thought of my mother I became overwhelmed with grief and my hands shook slightly. "Your internal organs could be damaged. It must hurt. We need to get you to a hospital." When he didn't respond I asked, "Don't you want help? Just tell me where it hurts, or should I call for someone?"

I pulled the handkerchief away from his mouth and he murmured, "This is the first time someone has worried about me."

"…What?" I asked, confused.

"Sabrina…" Elliot looked me right in the eye and said, "You are… so kind."

"N-Not at all!" I cried and covered his mouth again and looked at the ground so he wouldn't see my blush. " Isn't it natural to worry about someone who's been injured?!"

He moved my hand away and continued, "But you didn't abandon me and you called for me, and gave me your handkerchief."

"I'm not a kind person at all." I said as I stood. "I really couldn't leave a person vomiting blood behind! Unlike that guy!"

"It's my job to protect Blood." Elliot replied and rose shakily to his feet. "Something like this is nothing to worry about."

"But I am worried!"

A wide grin grew on Elliot's face. "You really are a kind person." He grabbed both of my wrists and said, "I've fallen in love with you!"

Oh. My. God. What is with this guy?! We've just met for the first time, and he's holding my hands?! I felt my cheeks flame.

"Ah! I mean I like you!" Elliot released my hands and stepped back a little. "I'm being so strange..."

"I-I know. It's just you surprised me." I stammered and instinctively touched my cheek. It was still really warm and my heart was beating rapidly in my chest.

"Did I? My bad, I'm not really skilled in these situations." Elliot's ears flopped down and he smiled sheepishly.

His ears... "No, it's alright." They are so cute!

"I-Is that so?" Elliot looked around and confusion flashed in his eyes. "Huh? Where'd Blood go?"

"He left after I yelled at him." I felt my anger return, but it disappeared just as quickly. Maybe I said too much...

"That's it, Sabrina!" Elliot took my hand and began to drag me away. "I'll give you a tour of the mansion!"

He's grabbing my hands more and more.