ATTENTION ALL: QUESTIONS ABOUT THE STORY? LOOK NO FURTHER.
Q: Why does everyone fear Gill and not Chase?
A: Because Gill is the most powerful.
Q: If Gill is the most powerful, why doesn't he just kill the queen himself?
A: Because once upon a time, Gill's father was heir to the throne, and Luna came in the picture. Yadda yadda yadda, Gill saved his fathers life by submitting himself to her. When Luna raped him and was done, they killed his father, and the bond was broken. Gill doesn't go up against her because some of his power is still hers, making her equally as powerful. Plus, she's a tool.
Q: If Chase was once in the castle, how did he break out?
A: Gill had known him long before when they were kids. He met up with Chase, but in a pissy mood after the whole "I love Angela and she's mine." fiasco, he decided if Chase was to get out he would have to belong to Gill and obey his every word. Thus, Chase-and-Gill slave thing.
Q: Why does Gill hate Chase?
A: Look up.
Q: Why didn't Chase just teleport her there from the beginning?
A: Since Gill was still weary of Angela, he did not allow Chase to go where his magic could not see her- The Castle. But after the Angela-Gale thing, he realized she could be off the radar at any time anyway, so why not do things simply (his fault). Since Chase belongs to Gill, he had to obey his rules, and thus the whole not-doing-it-from-the-beginning thing.
Q: Why did Chase not save Angela from Luke, and then later said 'He wasn't allowed'? Didn't he love her?
A: Once again, Gill did not want Chase to help her in any way, because it might make her want Chase instead of himself. Selfishly, he only allowed him to transport her and show her the ways of their world.
Q: Why doesn't Gill go with her on the journey?
A: His place is the only place where the Queen cannot see him. If he were to stray away, he would drain up all his energy just trying to cloak himself. If Luna were to find him, there would be hell and chaos.
Q: Why do you hate Luna so much?
A: I don't, it started with not knowing who the hell were going to be the queens, and then I thought "Who better then two sisters, one quiet and shy (Candace) and the other loud and speaks her mind (Luna)?"
Q: Will there be any other love interests/Charactors?
A: Love interests: Probably not, maybe a few little rape scenes because who DOESN'T love them, and charactors: Yes, many. You have yet to see Toby, The Witch Princess, some more Gale, more Owen, Kathy (not going into details), Calvin, Maya, e.t.c.
Q: THE BIGGEST ONE: WILL THERE BE ANY LEMONS/RAPE SOON?
A: STOP USING CAPS, YES THERE WILL BE. AND ACTUALLY, I'M THINKING A WAREWOLF IS GOING TO GET HIS TURN, AND CHASE. Not Gill. Unless... you want some of that mad hatter loving?
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VERY IMPORTANT. LIKE, SO IMPORTANT I'M GOING TO POP A BLOOD VESSEL.
IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, THERE IS GOING TO BE SMEX. LIKE, VERY HOT, SEXY SMEX. BUT HERE'S THE KICKER: I don't know who it is yet. My three choices are Owen; Gill; or Chase.
THE ONE WITH THE MOST VOTES WINS! GO MY PRETTIES, GO!
Review who you want to have some undercover time :D
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Sinking deeper into the warm, sweet-smelling water, she left the top half of her face out, just to breathe. Closing her eyes, she felt so relaxed and content, nothing could ever bring her down, as if she were home-
"ANGELA!" The door slams open. Oh well, it was good while it lasted.
"What, Chase..."
"Did you know you're soaking wet? AH, I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT-"
"Shut up Chase, go on." Angela started sinking deeper into the water, almost starting to go to sleep, feeling the warmth rise up her face slowly, not caring what she looked like, naked or not.
"I just got a message from Gill." Chase clears his throat and interlocks his fingers. His tail swishes around him like a security blanket.
"They've made a replica of you." Angela chokes on the water and immidetly sits up from the bath. Chase giggles quietly.
"And what do they PLAN to do with that?"
"That's the only problem, we don't know. Gill saw it himself. It came towards him with a knife in one hand- and that's when Gill saw the eyes. Not your eyes. Someone elses... we don't know where they got them. All we know is, they're black, not a TRUE Perfectica. Which is why we called it a Replica."
"What happened to Gill?" Chase scowls at her complete disregard for herself, and only worrying after Gill.
"He's fine. He's a lot stronger then you think, Angela." The cat began to say something, but instinctivly closes his mouth. "The replica... it escaped. Headed the oppostite way, but we don't know. It just... dissapeared."
Angela rolls her eyes. It couldn't get any worse, could it? Stuck in a demented version of her mind, with a cat talking to her, a hatter with mystical powers, and a replica of herself on the loose. The cat turned around and began to walk out; before Angela stopped him.
"In my opinion, he shouldn't of let the false get away, but he said he just 'freezed up' like it looked too much like you. He said it 'spoke to him in a familiar way, but with a different voice, one of yours and a males combined. Said something like 'my love' or whatever and then pulled out a knife." Chase frowned as Angela got up as he was explaining the story. He tsked, and passed her a towel.
"So, there's a fake me that's a copy, and so there must be another Perfectica of me out there... right?" She said. Chase shut up quickly, as if he had already said to much. He put his hands on her wet shoulders and held them there for a second before letting them drop. Turning around, he left out the door, leaving her there to think.
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"Oh Angela! Why have you returned-" Gill stared at her from the opposite side of the table, at her perfect, frail, unmoving figure and realized A) Chase was not there, B) He didn't see her come in, and C) She wasn't moving. She just glared at him with these cold, lifeless eyes, with a blank expression like she had seen him too many times before.
"You're not Angela." Gill states calmly, not recognizing those black deep eyes that stared with no rememberance, no smile that warmed his undead soul, no stance that made his hands melt.
"My love." Cold, deep voice, one that was a mixture of Angela and an inhuman male, One step, and it was coming towards him with a butcher knife in one hand, and a fist in the other. He just stared, not knowing what to do, and finally, when it raised it's arm, he came to his senses and turned swiftly, kicking with his leg, and watching the body fling itself into the air and flip itself back into position.
After a moment of staring, it ran back the way it came, and Gill's insticts suddenly became high-powered.
Must contact Angela.
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Letting down her hair from her pigtails, she let the curly hair flow freely as she stood in front of the broken mirror. Dust and cobwebs draped themselves off the walls and every crevice. Opening the grey wooden vanity's drawer, she pulled out an old comb and shook off the spiderwebs off it. Brushing her long blonde hair down, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her blue dress tattered, her crown worn and decaying, but her brilliant smile still remained. Smiling at herself, and checking her teeth, she deemed herself fit enough to be called Cinderella. Maya put down the brush and smoothed herself out, looking herself over. Oh, how the prince would think of her!
Walking out of the room, the rats scattered. One particularly small mouse watched from a peephole as the fair maiden put her hand on the old and broken staircase banister. She smiled again, looking at no one in particular as she waved to nobody, walking each step with poise and grace. Oh, the balls that used to be held, the games that were played, the love that was showed unto her shining face. She was, amazing. No wonder the prince had chosen Cinderella to be his beloved, before his death, and oh how she smiled as she heard every blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the halls, oh how she gazed upon body on body strewn across the hallways as blood painted the walls- her own personal paint. Oh how she laughed and ran and laughed some more when all was done.
Finally, at the bottom step, she imagined the gala. That special night, the annual ball. How the prince had danced with her, but unknowist to him, she had fancied the cat with the riddlers smile. She gazed at the cat from afar, winked even, but sadly no attention was payed to her. Oh the prince was wonderful, and he was even after the wedding- but sadly, living like that had simply driven her...
Mad.
Twirling and staring at the ceiling that hung the chandeler of many crystals, her dress flowed freely under her, the rats watching curiously as she danced and sang hymns.
"The Wonderland's rules, they are so simple, so simple the ocean is says," she said, her arms out around her as she twirrled and laughed, as everyone around her watched so amazingly and perfectly. Everything was wonderful, even as she felt the cats arms around her waist, his breath tickling her ear and sending shivers in wonderful places.
"Perfection is limited, it's flowers are dutiful, it's springs the best in mays.." Behind her, the wolves fore arms crunched back, it's teeth bared at this woman, and his fur bristling with every word she spoke. And a lunge, and that was the last that was seen of pretty Cinderella.
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"Keep up the pace, Angela. And wasn't the Queen nice of her to give you a hand-made dress?" He said again. Angela walked quicker, and she certainly was feeling a lot more comfortable with her pink flower-dotted flats with the white tips, but she could have given her something like pants or a T-shirt. She pulled down the equally short bright-yellow cocktail dress down further and blushed. Chase got the jist of it.
"Oh relax hunny, I've seen you naked not even fifteen minutes ago." He said with a wave of his hand. She blushed deeper.
"So, where are we going?" She said, keeping up her pace. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face her with a smile.
"Not 'we'. You. You're going to see the nymph by the lake, the one that follows Sephia around all the bloody time." He said, as he started walking in the opposite direction, leaving Angela there who started to get nervous.
"Where are you going?"
"To find the Replica. And by the way" he turned around and walked backwards as he examined her.
"Don't tell the nymph ANYTHING. And don't do anything he tells you to, and make damn sure you don't eat or drink anything he gives to you. At all. Got it? Ah, I know you got it, smart girl." He said, as he dissapeared like dust.
Well, fuck.
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QUESTION TIME!
Like I said, who do you want to be in the sex scene in the next chapter?
Rape or Consentual
Who do YOU want to see next. And I know who the Nymph is already, and believe me, it's going to be fun :D