Alison narrowed her eyes, wondering what that meant. Did the curse really change people in the worst way possible? From the expression on Cheshire's face, it did.
"Hey, girlie." said a voice behind her. Alison turned and saw a man who looked exactly like Dum, but it wasn't him. Alison knew that it was probably Dee. "Why are you up here all alone?" he asked. Dee's voice was thick, Alison could barely understand him.
"Uh...just looking at the scenery." Alison lied, gesturing to the starry night sky. Dee's mouth curved into a lecherous grin.
"Sure you are." he said. Dee grabbed Alison's arm and started to drag her across the roof.
"What the Hell?! Let go!" Alison snapped, pulling her arm away. Dee licked his lips hungrily.
"Feisty, but that's gonna cost you." he said.
"Like Hell it will!" Alison yelled. Alison clenched her hand into a fist and punched Dee in the stomach. Dee didn't even flinch. He grabbed her arm and spun her around. Alison kicked at him but he didn't loosen his grip. She tried to force the sickening feeling of his chest against her back away.
"You look pretty tasty...might as well have a taste." Dee said. Alison felt him lower his head, she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. Alison trembled with fear.
Cheshire...Cheshire...
"Cheshire!" Alison yelled.
"Dee, you fat asshole, let her go!"
Alison saw Cheshire climb out of the door in the roof and glare at Dee. Cheshire's violet eyes were bright with fury and his body trembled with anger.
Cheshire had never been so angry in his entire life, but he welcomed the anger. He felt powerful, like he could tear Dee piece by piece. Seeing Alison being held by force, Dee lowering his mouth to her neck and shoulder, made his blood boil.
"Why should I? Did you want a taste?" Dee asked, still inching closer to Alison's throat. Cheshire growled, a threatening growl.
"Let her go, Tweedle Dee!" Cheshire snapped. Dee ignored him and licked up Alison's neck, testing his taste buds. Alison shivered, and whimpered, with fear.
Cheshire moved like a shadow, being there in a moment then in another place the next. He grabbed Dee by the back of his shirt and pulled his head away from Alison's neck, and twisted Dee's hands from Alison's arms. Alison dropped to the ground and crawled away, hugging herself when she was far enough. Cheshire punched Dee in the stomach and tripped him. Dee fell, his head hanging off the edge of the roof. Cheshire stood on Dee's chest and narrowed his eyes, his ears flat and tail fluffed up.
"I told you to stay away from her Dee, now pay the price." Cheshire twisted his ankle, twisting Dee's skin painfully. "No one touches her." Cheshire kicked under Dee's chin, sending him over the edge. Dee fell to the ground, unconscious.
Cheshire took a few deep breaths until he calmed down. He knew Dee would be okay, but he didn't mean to get so mad either. He turned and looked at Alison, his eyes widening with shock.
Alison was curled into a ball, her back to him, her shoulders shaking from her sobs. He could tell that Alison was trying to hide it, but he knew that she was crying. Cheshire thought that she was too strong to get scared like this. After all, she had easily shrugged of that large cut in her back like it was nothing. But Cheshire suddenly felt really protective, seeing her in this vulnerable state.
"Alison...?" Cheshire said. Alison straightened her posture and wiped her eyes before looking over her shoulder at him. She was using all her willpower to hide her tears and fear from Cheshire, but he immediately saw through it.
"What?" she asked, her voice cracking. Cheshire's eyes looked at hers with sympathy. He approached her and held out his hand. Alison took it and stood, hiding her face from him. Cheshire hugged her gently but firmly, his arms acting as a force of protection. Alison's muscles stiffened, she shifted a little.
"What're you doing, dumb cat...?" she mumbled.
"Let it out, I wont judge you for being scared." he said.
"I'm fine...I'm used to being alone.." Alison said quietly. Cheshire was stunned to hear Alison say that. Usually when people have been alone in times like this, they become more scared. But Alison acted like it didn't matter, like this was normal.
Cheshire kissed her forehead gently, he understood how it was to be alone. He was just like her. He knew that it was a very lonely existence.
"I know that you're scared, Alison." Cheshire said. "And you don't have to be alone anymore."
Alison looked up at Cheshire, tears streaming down her face. Cheshire smiled softly and brushed her tears away, kissing her forehead again. Alison hugged him tight, her face buried in his chest as she cried.