Alice is (not) Dead yet.

The scent of death and purity lingered in his eyes for seconds before the wolf twisted it's head to the left and inhaled deeply. This was not the Alice, for the Alice was a pure creature sent from the heavens above to save the land of Wonder from whatever cruelty it faced. Or so the prophecy said, the Queen had told them it was all false from the beginning, but what should be believe now a days?

His fur bristled. His tounge, long and snakelike, slithered out to feel the air and taste the scent around it. For a second, his eyes; the dark black pupils had expanded and retracted again like a cat about to attack. His neck twisted around in excitement, for now, he had found what he had been looking for. The skin under his fur tightened against his long slender legs and muscular build as he broke out into a slow trot, and then a run. Limbs curled, teeth chattering, the perfect catch was right in his grasp. The Alice did not stray from the path, but instead continued towards him unknowingly.

Oh, how he wished this was the pure creature known as Alice. He would be so ever dissapointed if it weren't.

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She shrugged off that nagging feeling. The feeling that something bad is going to happen and you should just return home to mother, home to a soft warm bed and a person waiting for you will greet you with a hug. But it stayed like a bug on a windshield and she distracted her mind from it with thoughts of meaningless drabble. Her nails found their way into her palm and she watched as blood formed in the creases of her skin and spread quickly. She hoped nothing could smell blood around here, but knowing Wonderland, that was a 98% chance something did and was already on her track. It would have been so much simpler if the cat just pointed her direction and said there we go, but no, she had to go the long route. Dumb cat. Always a nuisence...

Now she was sounding like Gill. That scared her a bit.

And that was her last thought as her head slammed into the ground, a 500 pound body digging into her shoulders, and the sweet smell of dog assulting her senses.

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Musky dog-breath grazed her neck and sent fear up her spine. It felt as though her arms had broken, and it was taking the last bit of sanity she had left not to scream and not to cry or pass out from full force. Something wet and sticky matted her hair down, and it was irritating her, but she subsided it to the feel of claws slightly piercing your skin and pinning you down to the hardest material you can think of. It's eyes gazed into hers, and she could almost feel the warm comforting glow of a milky-brown color filled with hatred. It's tounge slowly reached out and lapped at her neck, tasting the purity and disgust as she made a face. The wolf sounded like it chuckled darkly, a husky voice like he just screamed for hours and was left with a crack. It made her disgusted to think of what it was, what was happening, but nothing, nothing could ammount to the pain going through her nerves.

One of it's paws lifted and was set down beside her arm, and the relief was almost enough to cry out in pleasure. It released some of it's body off her other shoulder, and she could feel it relax. It didn't allow her moving space, and quite frankly she didn't feel like moving just yet. It was like someone shot her with a paralyze gun. She tried calling Gill, but instead, she got a blank signal like when you tune into a static-y T.V.

Had Gill left her? The Wolf's throaty voice seemed not to let her think.

"Ahhhh-llisseeeeee" It seemed smooth, and yet hoarse at the same time. It was an odd sensation, and it made her want to puke. It's face backed up a bit to show off some of it's bronze fur. It stared at her with a familiar face which was soon turned into something unrecognizable. It's face looked at the shoulder, and it said very quietly something like "sorry" or "shorty" or something. Angela bit her lip.

"You have seen the wizard... and what on earrthhhh has he told you?" It sounded like a bunch of voices talking at once. It made her nerves string up together into tight knots. Oh she'd wake up and feel this later, she could almost picture the stress. But somehow her body didn't let her rest and instead, her voice answered for her before she could stop each other.

"Nothing that's of concern of yours." A smirk and a low grunt.

"Who said it wasn't? I have as much a right as-" a low inhale and a breathy exhale. "Alice"

"Who said?" Alice playfully grinned. The Wolf seemed strange and confused. But Angela couldn't help but see that familiar face, as though she could detect a smile under the hood of someone who seemed mean.

It's body started convulsing. His claws dug into her arm and she cried out, but it was most likely not of his doing. His head reached back as his fur started flowing away as though it never existed in the first place. The Wolf was now not so much the Wolf, but the man. A very muscular- very naked- man loomed over her, an arm pinning her down to place as he hoovered over her with familiar looks in his eyes.

"Owen?" Angela's face turned into surprise as she looked in the eyes of an old friend. His mouth raised upwards, his smirk playing at his lips.

"Long time no talk." He said lowly. She smiled, his non-existent heart broke into pieces. His smile twitched at one corner, and she looked down at herself and noticed his-

She looked up and blushed, exposing her neck. He ran a hand over it and smiled, baring his canine teeth. He still smelled slightly like dog, but not much. Angela shuddered. Right now, he could kill her, and there would be no questions asked. Her smile dissapeared and his did as well.

"What do you want from me."

"Oh you know what I want Alice. But I mean, I may set you free, if you pay up first..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

His other hand grabbed her arm and pulled the long white blouse sleeve up, exposing the crown that was etched into her skin like a scar. Somebody had taken some of her soul, he noticed, and he raised it up to himself to timidly touch it with his tongue. She blushed. It tasted like death, but that wasn't the source. No, it was as if it had been in her hair and lingered down her body for a while before it stopped. It did not rid all of the purity, no, which he was thankful for. He raised her arm to his mouth and said quietly,

"I want your mark here, Alice."

She pulled her hand away instinctively and he sneered. His hand found a way to her waist and pinned her there, and she felt as though she were loosing feeling in her arm. He leaned his forehead down to touch hers, and with a painted on smile, whispered "Then I'll take it".

Toby's body formed beside her own like water, and he worriedly looked at her. Owen seemed surprised, but then delighted as he realised what the mark really meant. Now he really wanted it, and no one would stand in his way of taking it, not even the owner herself. She looked at him worriedly and then back to Toby. He shook his head.

"It's in her. You can't take it. It's hers. I'm hers." Toby seemed genuinely afraid of the Wolf, which did not help Angela in the slightest. If someone had to be strong, then it couldn't be her. She couldn't do that, not yet, Wonderland was a scary place and she needed...

Nothing but a child.

Her eyes turned stone cold, which made Owen lurch a little. Such a sudden mood swing, as though her body was being controlled by another, like a demon. Her face showed nothing as her mind slowly took in information, like memories rising to the surface, trapped in her own little world.

You know what they do to children like you? They put you away. Because you've been a bad girl-

Useless. She won't speak. Such a waste of a human form...

Scream, I love to hear it.

Are you trying to make me mad?

Her body turned Icy. Toby stared at her, waiting for something to happen. Owen just applied more weight to her now numb arm, wanting her to snap out of it and look at him, do something, anything but look the way Kathy did before she died.

"I am not." Her other arm locked down and her hand held palm up to his stomach. Toby just backed away like something was going to happen, but Owen did nothing but grin a bit.

"A child." Her head leaned back and she stared blankly at nothing as her knee raised up and catched his stomach, his breath knocking out, blood trickling from his mouth and onto her face as her leg slid up and rested her foot on his stomach, trailing it upwards and catching him in the jaw.

"ANYMORE." Her leg lifted upwards and flipped him completely. Toby dodged out of the way as Owen's face became pale and blood splattered from his mouth and onto the ground in an arch as his head snapped back and neck made a sickening crack.

Angela paused for a second before returning to normal and looking around. Had she really just done that, hurt another being? She felt sad. Toby just made a surprised sound and stared at her wide eyed. Owen's blood pooled around his head. Toby just laughed a bit.

"Girl, you may have a timid additude, but you have a heart of a pitbull." Toby laughed again. Angela felt good. She conquered her own demon, and look at her now. The once defenseless, now had minor defenses but was pretty much useless again. Toby smiled and shook his head in a proud manner before crossing his arms and slowly dissolving into water again.

"I picked a good one, I did."

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Julius stared into the new crystal ball at the Angela. She took down Owen, one of their weaker ones, but oh how she would be surprised. Julius secretly hoped she would get stronger and take down that wretched queen, the one that seperated he and his only beautiful-

Luna's foot stomped in front of him and he shook his head out of his daze. Luna smiled maliciously and glared at him.

"Having fun? Where's that cunt now..." Luna walked around him in her purple stilletos, making her seem taller then she actually was. Julius bit his lip, and did the first thing that came to mind. Lie.

"She's being stalled by Owen, but he's on the way." Luna cackled at his response and crossed her legs. Julius got up and bowed as he walked away, crystal ball in hand. Luna stroked her chin with one finger for a while before turning around and smiling at one of her guards. He didn't respond, and that was just the way she liked it.

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Chase picked a flower lazily, playing the love-me-love-me-not game, and loosing every time. He cursed his luck and blamed it on the flowers themselves. Useless, especially after trying to lead the Woodcutter towards him. He bit his lip and dropped it on the ground. If someone where looking for him, they would have followed that trail, and god damn he'd be in trouble.

Suddenly, being free did not have any effect on him. He didn't feel any different, just a little alone. Like he had no one, but he was on his way to Angela, but was giving her time alone after what she'd been through. He still held himself from smashing Gill's skull open and using it to flavor his tea (the irony made him laugh) and he smiled at himself. He had done well and not backed down. Now if only he could get a little closer. But move at her speed, he reminded himself, she needs time to sort out her feelings.

Chase twirled again, feeling vibrance of a cruel green evening. The sky was looking terrible, as always, and the trees looking shabby and sad, but if only they felt a little love, he thought.

He then cursed himself for being a lovesick schoolgirl and continued on the path normally.

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Gill's hands trailed up his body and to his neck. His fingers brushed the skin under his jaw and he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, opening his mouth slightly and moving his fingers up and tracing his mouth. His pale skin almost glimmered in the light of the lantern, and one hand slowly snaked down to fumble with the hem of his pants. A small moan escaped his lips as his thought of Angela crossed his mind. That night, oh god, that night. If only he could have her again, and again, and again, but of course Chase would have none of it.

His hand slipped down his pants and played with his boxers as his other slid across his stomach. His head rolled around to the side and his tongue slid over his bottom lip. Dropping his pants he leaned back against the wall, and he succumbed to his bliss and desire as any other person would. He almost stopped, telling himself that he was being childish, and doing this was not sane or good. He should just walk away and wait it off.

Oh who was he kidding.

As he gripped his manhood a single moan escaped his lips, and thoughts of Angela filled his brain with a blissful sound. The thoughts of her body curling under him, the feel of her around him and the warmth.

It was something he missed, but was certan he was going to get again.

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Sorry for waiting guys D: don't hate me, mkay?

I'll be a little more detailed with mah sex.