Alice is Dead

IMPORTANT: I found a theme song for this story, and if you know the song already, you get cookies :D

Asking Alexandra – Welcome

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Batting away leaves from her face, the trees grew less dense the farther she walked in. Surprising to her, Toby told her it was the right way to go. Whether or not to trust an imp she was unsure, because Chase hadn't told her that. She thought he said no but that was how long ago? And now that he was a part of her, what more could he or she do. So take everything with a grain of salt, she supposed.

She heard a tear and whipped her head around at one point, but then assumed that she probably tore her clothes (it was hard walking around in pants in a forest at amazing heat rates, but Toby said he was feeling chill and would ice her up, she politely declined. As great as that sounded, she'd rather be hot then ice cold)

In the distance a lamp glowed very dimly in a log cabin, and Angela whispered "Is that it?" To Toby. He said probably, he was a little unsure, but hey if she died he was off her hands (which made her feel a lot less better) but he mused out loud that he'd probably die too. She rolled her eyes and continued on, stalking under the window and getting on her hands and knees. Crawling up to the door over the step, she put her ear to the door in hopes of hearing voices. Silence, almost deathly. Looking around she assumed if no one lived there and if it were a magic lamp or something- Toby laughed, by the way- that she could find a place to sleep for a while. Toby said out loud they were probably out, and said she was probably like Goldilocks and the three bears. She shivered and remembered what the bears were carrying in their mouth-

She rapped on the door with one finger, and thought she heard scuffling, but Toby assured her it was rats. She nodded her head and reached her hand up to the doorknob, pushing it open and then leaning against the wall. If anything was there, it probably- hopefully- assumed the door was flung open by the wind. After 20 seconds she assumed no one was there, and walked in without a second glance.

It felt like she'd been around there. Maybe in a magazine or something? It was a woodcutters home, for sure. It was small with one bedroom in the back, not big enough for two people. She walked around smelling things she had forgotten about. Wood, fire, it smelled like a working mans home. She hoped that man wasn't 300 pounds and had a knack for taring apart things, and walked into the room. The lamp was dusty, probably from not being touched for so long, and once she deemed it safe, climbed into the bed and buried her head into the pillow. How long she'd been away from a bed like that, god knows.

All she knew is, it had been a while, and it felt blissful.

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Her mind groggily made her aware of her surroundings. Visions of what she did the night before filled her mind, and outside it was dark and foreboding. She felt a little nervous of it, having to go out in that to find the next 'mark' or whatever it was called. She decided "marks" were better then symbolic bullshit, and wiggled around in her bed. But there was something off that she couldn't remember...

Sounds.

The sound of a fire, and she quickly went through her memories to find a "fire burning" somewhere in there. No, when she walked in, the only thing on was a lamp. It sounded like a fireplace, but whoever did it had obviously seen her-

Moving around before lazily getting up, she stretched and slid on her shoes. Not bothering with anything but that one thing, she quickly and stelthly moved around out of sight before leaning against the wall beside the door to the living room/kitchen and heard a voice speak up to her, making her blood freeze.

"It's not every day I come home and there's a girl in my bed."

Whoever it was had a sense of humor, and her idea of an insane laughing 300 pound woodcutter filled her mind once again. She parted from the wall and closed her eyes. If she were to die then, the gods of fate were laughing at her. But they didn't kill her yet, and didn't do it while she was sleeping either.

Was it safe?

She turned around quickly to stand in the doorway, getting ready to look at the person who would most likely kill her. Probably some big musclebound woodcutter with an axe of steel and grit and-

a little boy around 5"6 with blonde spikey hair who couldn't have weighed more then 80 pounds, his arms around his legs in the fetal position in front of a fire on the floor. His bright green eyes stared back at her and he smiled, his freckled cheeks raising upwards in a friendly way. Angela frowned. She thought she'd be killed by someone with more- stature. Well she might have a chance now a days.

"I'm sorry, sir, my name is A-"

"Angela, mistaken for Alice upon your arrival. You lived in a small countryside most of your life and moved to the city before going to Waffle Island, where you were proposed to by your fiancee Gill. Then you came here against your will."He looked up at her and stared at her with intense eyes, looking deep in her soul as though he were peering into all her memories and information.

"Need I say more?"

"How did you-"

"Telepath. I took the liberty of gazing into your head when you were sleeping."

"Hey wait, that's not nice! Why would you bother-"

"I have a right, especially when some random person from Wonderland just mysteriously winds up in my bed."

Angela frowned. The boy did have a point. Now if only he told his name, she could know who exactly looked into her head.

"My name is Bo, I was the apprentice of Woodcutter Luke before his- accident." Bo sighed and looked back at the fire. Angela looked around the room and saw pictures of he and Luke together, and in an odd way, it made Luke look sane. No wild eyes like the ones she stared into before, no twisted grin or grim voice. Bo just shook his head.

"I can tell you more, if you don't believe me. Your place of birth, your full name, the fake alias you used to Renee- she'll be ever so disappointed if she found out, of course." He turned his head to look at her. "The way you made love to Master Gill, the way you nearly killed Mr. Jin, maybe I can give you some detailed information on where to find the next mark, as you call it-" He smiled again. Warm, but Angela felt cold. He really looked at all that? It made her worry how much others have seen.

"I want to know about the mark." Angela said, trying to seem confident and failing. He noticed that as well and just twisted into a half-grin. Angela sighed again.

"I have it... if you want it..." Bo seemed a quiet and shy boy, with a small voice and pauses randomly. But he sure could scare the fuck out of Angela if he wanted to. If he looked at her like Luke did she'd be running faster then her legs could take her. Bo knew this and just smiled timidly.

"It's okay, I understand. I want her demise as much as the next boy." He chuckled nervously. Did he have it, or was he just using her? Bo started again with a more quiet voice. "It's in liquid form... if you don't... mind. However there are side effects, and I- I'm not- ah, it's hard to explain."

"I don't care, just hand it over." Angela stared at him with intensity that could outshine a world famous swordsman. He quickly stumbled up and walked over to the chest, pulling out and pushing random things looking for the bottle that would help her on her journey.

He passed her a vial of a strange light red liquid. She downed it in around 5 seconds, wanting nothing more then to just get it over and done with, reminding herself of Chase. Bo seemed nice, she trusted him. Maybe a little too much.

And with that her mind went completely black, and voices around her became muffled. Voices? Her mind got fuzzy. Since when were there two voices? Why could she barely hear? Why, why, why...

I'll take her. Warm strong arms lifted her up bridal style. Right now, she couldn't care if it were the Red Queen herself, just as long as she got to feel closer. A warm sensation filled her body, and it kept burning up until flames engulfed her body. She could almost hear Toby, telling her to calm down, stop with fire, just stop.

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Cracking her eyes open, she looked down at her legs and saw nothing out of average. She felt the light bobbing of a body walking with her, and her mouth couldn't let anything but "fire" escape her mouth. There was no fire, but on the inside, fire burned.

"Make it stop" She said clearly. The man looked down at her with a confused face. It felt good, where his arms were, as though he was the water. Her mind slowly stopped to a halt. Nothing but fire, oh god it burned.

Burning, make it stop. I don't want this, this fire. Stop, water, I need water- A comforting voice in her ear telling her things were fine. Where his breath hit, she cooled immediately. When he pulled back, the fire was right back where it started, and she felt like crying.

"Fire... stop... fire..." She mumbled, wanting him closer. She felt softness when she hit the bed, and then burning sensations crawling up her arms and spine to her brain, her body needed to move, she couldn't just lie there and die in a pit of fire. She felt something come out of her mouth and nose, and she realized it was blood. She heard the male's voice panic.

Oh, shit...

"Stop, fire, stop. Stop!" cries were only heard by her captor, friend, whatever he was. His soft hands reached and wiped away the blood, and she felt cold. He was cold, he was the only thing that could save him right now. Her eyes still closed, her hand reached to his to stop him, and he calmly whispered "enough". She couldn't get enough, right now, it's all she needed was his body close to hers. He was like water on a thirsty day, water when on fire.

Her arms reached up and circled the man's neck, bringing him closer to her. He smelled good, it calmed her senses down. Right now she just needed him, and only him. What did Bo give her? Was this what she had to endure each time?

His hands circled her waist and pulled her closer. The fire was gone, only in the places he wasn't touching. Oh god it hurt, like being stuck in an oven and kept there on slow rising heat. It hurt her on the inside, and she thought she was going to die. Her eyes filled with tears and he pulled her closer as she felt so much better.

"more" she said quietly, as his hands rubbed up her leg and up her shirt. If she wanted this as much as him, would he really do it? All she needed was skin to skin contact right then and she wasn't getting enough of it. Her eyes cracked open a tiny bit and she peered into the man pressing further, getting only a glimpse, into the lust filled eyes of Chase the Cat.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked sincerely. He wasn't going to be like Gill, who just did what he pleased. He was going to take his time, make sure she enjoyed this even more then he did- which was pretty damn close to impossible. Her hands found his and she made his hand run up her hip, grazing across her chest as he limply let her do what she pleased. She frowned, and ran his hands down her leg once again. He just smiled lazily as she felt overbearing relief fill her veins, and Chase was in the heaven he was waiting for since he saw her again.

Pushing her over on top of him, she sighed happily. The fire was finally gone, partially, just lying on him there. His hands found the hem of her shirt and pulled it upwards off her hair, running a hand over her cheek as she smiled a bit before reaching down to his shirt and doing the same. Skin to skin was much MUCH better without clothes on, she found, and pushed on. If she didn't (she was convinced) she'd die of that heat, that ugly feeling...

His hands slowly slid her pants down on purpose as her muscles relaxed against him, raising a little for him to get them all the way off. His hands ran over her backside, inching her underwear down much to her distaste.

"You too." She said, slurring her words. It hurt to talk, it hurt to move away from him, it hurt to think. He laughed a little before shrugging his pants off and moving them off the bed with his foot. She sighed contently, and for a second, his mind drifted into hers. Pure and utter amazement, and at that moment, he was content just to feel her that close to him. She sighed blissfully, and he noticed while he was lost in thought she managed her underwear off and he was still in his.

She moved her hips against his rhythmically, and he closed his eyes letting his mouth gape open like an idiot. If that's how it felt, how good would it be to be inside her, touching her with everything he could. He spread her legs as he sat up, letting her lean against him for leverage. Her mouth opened and he felt warm air from her mouth against his chest, sending shivers into his spine. His hands quickly worked down his own underwear, one hand reaching up to stroke her neck slowly as she moaned in content. She looked up at him with those big eyes, and said in a very quiet voice,

"Please"

Something inside him snapped like millions of twigs under a car. His underwear was off, her legs spread, his hands gripping her hips as he slowly slid into her with intentional steadiness, her hands clenching and her mouth parted as her body spasmed little bits at a time. He stopped, his head inside her, and moved her hips down with force. She made a loud cry and he smiled a bit. She liked it, he felt it around his length.

He leaned her body against his again, moving his hips upwards slowly, making little grinding motions and holding her soft hair in his hand. His other hand wrapped around her waist to the opposite hip, his head twisted back in ecstasy. This was his drug, he lived for her.

His lips found her neck and he nibbled there, feeling her body shiver and her hips move in a pleading way. He smiled against her and wondered if she noticed. She was so cute and yet so... attractive. He slammed against her again, this time, making her squeak loudly. If he could make her do that whenever he wanted, oh he would trade his soul. Or Gill's. Her lips found his collarbone and he held her tighter, slamming into her again just for doing that. Her eyes closed tightly as he grabbed her hips and she expected what he'd do again, and just for her reaction, did it agonizingly slow. Her eyes opened in time to glare at him and push herself down on him harder again, earning a chuckle from him.

As he ravaged her, Gill, somewhere in Wonderland, felt a cold chill go through his body.

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Yes, because hard sex with Angela and someone else makes Gill have cold chills.

Anyway, I was more detailed this time. Love me :

So who are you rooting for now? Any opinion changes? :D