Please see ch. 1 for disclaimer, but just in case I didn't I don not own Alice in Wonderland characters nor songs used in this fan fic.

The Madness of Love ch.2

Tarrant's POV:

Once we were outside the Room of Doors, Vivian's large brown eyes widened to the size of saucers. She gasped, "Wow. I do have one heck of an imagination, but even I couldn't think up something like this." I smiled. At least she didn't think it was a dream. I offered her my arm and said. "The White Queen would like me to bring you to Marmoreal. That was the reason I was there when you tumbled down that rabbit hole." She took my arm and suddenly her nervous smile disappated. Her elvin face crumpled into one of sever pain as she gripped the both sides of her head.

"Miss Vivian! Oh dear, what's wrong?" I asked her as she fell to her knees. She looked up at me with tears flowing from her brown eyes as she managed to make out in a strained voice, "My head...so crowded...so much pain...and guilt...grief...lonely...sorrow and...self-hatred." I was puzzled and worried out of my own insane mind. Why would this girl feel this way? One hand went underneath the backs of her knees and my other hand cradled her torso to me. "Don't worry, Vivian. I'll get you to Marmoreal and when you've recovered we'll sort out everything." She weakly nodded her head and tensed her whole petite body as another wave of pain knocked her out of concsiousness.

Later at Marmoreal...

TPOV:

Vivian was awake in one of the infirmary beds. Her Highness and I were entering the room to see how she was feeling. She sighed and said vulnerably, "I don't want to be rude, but can you both please tone down your emotions? Your concern and pity are rather stifling." Mirana and I exchanged a puzzled look as she asked, "And how would you know we are feeling that at the moment, dear guest." Mirana looked at her with honest curiosity. Vivian looked at us warily. "I've always had a very strong sense of intuition. Shall we say you both wear your hearts on your sleeves." She said with a laugh. She turned to face us and I was surprised to see a very long scar down the side of her face. Her Highness and I rushed over to the bedside.

"Oh my goodness! What happened?" Queen Mirana questioned with horror written on her face. Vivian simply waved her off with a wry smile and told her, " Oh, it's nothing. Just a reaction to the headache. I'm used to it." It looked like the bandersnatch's scratch, three long claw marks all the down the side of her face to her chin. Her Highness Mirana took that exact moment to get down to the reason we came to the infirmary: to ask our guest some very important questions. I had already filled her in on what Vivian told me herself.

"Vivian, Tarrent has told me the answers to the basic questions, so I'm going to cut to the chase, ok?" Vivian nodded her brown eyes shinig with curiosity. "Do you know anything about a young woman named Alice Kingsley?"

As soon as the inquiry left the queen's mouth, Vivian's irises became the metallic silver I saw earlier and with lightning speed she leapt back until she was flattened against the headboard, a low constant growl filling the room.

"Alice Kingsley? Oh I know that blonde-haired seithr better than you realize. And let me tell ya, that creature is no woman; she's a cold blooded monster!" I went to the girl and helped her calm herself and we asked for an explaination, though inside I was filled with outrage that Vivian spoke lowly of Alice.

She pointed to the empty fireplace and whispred, "Brisingr." The fireplace was filled with a brilliant took a deep breath and she began her tale. " About 9 years ago, I was on my way home from school. Since we didn't live very far, I could walk. My history/geography teacher was your precious Alice Kingsley, and that day I walked by an abandoned alley. I heard a weird growl and looked down it to see Ms. Kingsley crouched over a poor, helpless man with her mouth buried in his neck. I stumbled back in shock, and she heard me. She looked up at me a threw me a stone-cold smirk. The next thing I knew, she had ran and grabbed me and carried me into the back of the alley way. Before she could sink her fangs into my throat I scratched her neck, my nails so sharp they drew blood. It didn't seem to faze her though, in fact she chuckled a little, before biting me. As I felt the blood leave my body, drops of blood from the wound I made on her neck fell into my mouth as I screamed. For awhile after I blacked out all I remember is feeling so cold I could have put ice to shame. When I woke up, I was so thirsty my throat felt as if it were burning. Just then I heard whistling, and I looked to see a little girl with strawberry blonde curls and green eyes call out, 'Daddy! Where are you? I got our balloons!' She was holding a green and a blue balloon. She had on a cute little green tee that said 'Daddy's pumpkin pie' with a little pumpkin on it and a tiny pair of jeans.

"She couldn't have been more than six years old," She looked on with anguish plain on her beautiful face. "She came down the alley and I could smell her blood and hear her pulse. I just couldn't control myself. When she came up to the man I saw earlier she pulled on his blood-stained shirt, now with tears misting up her emerald eyes, and she yelled, 'Daddy! Daddy, please get up! Mama wants us home before supper, and you promised her a surprise today! Please, Daddy, get up!' It was only then she noticed me, groggy in the shadows, and she ran over to me and said, 'Ma'am please help me wake my Daddy up! We need to get home-' Then whatever she was about to say ended in a shreik of pain when my newly grown fangs pierced her coratid artery. Her pleas died within minutes as she bled to death." Tears were now coursing down her face, and the scratch down her face began to heal. "As she was dying something strange happened, I could feel everything she was feeling. Her fear, her grief, and her confusion. When I drained her dry, I came back to my senses and realized the horror of what I had done. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a couple of shopping bags. Curiosity overcame me and I looked in one of them, only to find a heart shaped box of chocolates and a card that read 'Happy Anniversary, honey'"

Vivian looked up at us with grief and anger in her eyes, while we looked on in terror from the news of our once great Champion of Underland. "Alice was a blood sucking parasite that in my world we call a vampire. She was the eppitomy of what legend is today about them. Although, ever since that day, I have not had even a drop of human blood. When I get to the point of giving in, or if I'm wounded, I take of mny own blood. And even though I try to adjust to it, it doesn't change the fact of what I am."

As she looked away from us, the fire in the fireplae that she summoned blew out as she whispered, "I'm a vampire as well."

A/N: I know its not the best, but it's something. The words like brisingr a nd seithr I got from Eragon. Please R&R but be gentle with reviews. :)