Alright, so this is a twist off of Alice in Wonderland, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Alice looked into the vast garden, the rose bushes and ivy covered the picket fence with their overgrown stems, barely allowing the gate to open and close. At the far end of the garden stood a house, also overgrown with roses and ivy, which looked like an old Victorian mansion, squashed down to form the crooked house. Alice listened to her shoes crunch the rock pathway winding its way towards the house. She stopped to look at herself in the little pond that rested beside the pathway, and she saw herself. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders, bangs pulled to the side by a black bow, she wore a strapless blue, knee length dress with a half apron tied around her waist in a large bow at her back, her black and white, striped tights ended in black Mary Jane shoes, and she wore black wrist warmers. Pulling herself away, Alice went on to view a long table with a multitude of mismatched chairs pulled up around it. As she drew closer, she could see clouds of steam rising up from the many teapots that rested on the table. “Curiouser and curiouser.” Alice whispered, gasping as she found the tall, male figure removing himself from the fog of steam. She stopped as a hatter emerged, and was breath taken by his appearance. Upon his head sat a short, black, velvet top hat, a piece of paper that read ‘Size 10/6’ on it sticking from the blood red satin band, he wore a velvet Victorian suit, the ends of his sleeves and jacket slightly tattered, he wore a white shirt and blood red kerchief around his neck, and black shoes beneath his slightly tattered pants. What captured Alice the most was his face. She looked up slowly, first taking his sculpted jaw line and full dark lips, she looked farther up, and from his hat poured black hair, almost covering his eyes, which were his most capturing feature, they held a bright green color, with dark circles surrounding them. Alice guessed him to be roughly two years her senior, maybe nineteen or twenty?
“I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you, Alice.” It shocked her to hear him say her name.
“And you are?” Came her reply, shakily.
“Here I am called The Mad Hatter, but my real name is…” He never got a chance to say it, as the sound of
“I’m late, I’m late, so very, very late!” came from the gate as The White Rabbit, his pocket watch out, came bursting in. Alice noticed he was wearing a burgandy vest, with a dark overcoat, and he also wore glasses.
“I’m so very late!” He pushed Alice aside. She almost fell, Hatter caught her.
“Please, I can show you a faster way.” The Rabbit paused.
“But I must be off! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!”
“And as I said before, I can show you a faster way.” Hatter’s voice rang with annoyance.
The Rabbit stared at Hatter; his beady, hurried eyes flickered.
“Show me the way.” His voice came out hurried, Hatter nodded.
“Alice, help yourself to tea and biscuits whilst I show Rabbit the way.” She nodded, noticing the slight, dark humor in his voice. Yet Alice barely had time to think before Hatter had gone around the house with Rabbit. Alice looked at the table, she couldn’t see the other end through the fog of steam, and she shrugged.
“No harm in doing what he said, right?”
Alice sat down in large red velvet, wing back chair: feeling a bump under her, she pulled out two stuffed animals.
One was a brown, crazy eyed rabbit, and the other was a door mouse.
“That’s curious…” Alice said to no one but the plush. She set the rabbit and the mouse together on the wooden chair next to her, and helped herself to some milk tea and a biscuit that read ‘eat me’. As she tucked into her tea, she heard a disgruntled cry, gasping, she looked up towards the house. Alice sat there a minute, but heard nothing more, so she set back to her tea.
“Must have been a bird…” Alice thought to herself, doubtfully, she finished her tea and soon found the form of Hatter coming towards her through the mist.
‘You look lovely, you know?” He complimented her.
“Well, thank you…” She blushed and looked down at her skirt. She was kind of nervous to start with, but was even more so since she had heard the cry.
Hatter was looking at her hungrily, her head was down and her hair fell smoothly down over her shoulders and neck as she fiddled with the folds in her skirt. All he could see was how even more beautiful she would look as a vampire, all pale with those dark eyes. He let his fangs lengthen behind his lips.
“Come with me, I want to show you something.” His voice came deep and inviting to her ears.
Alice looked up to see Hatter staring at her, eyes deep, and holding his hand out to her. Against her better judgment she took it. His hand was cold to the touch, and felt almost like the marble statue in her parent’s garden. She noticed he was taking her around the back of the house, like The Rabbit.
“Well there are probably just more roses back there.” She thought, but still followed, ignoring her instinct to run. Before they reached the back of the house, Hatter was suddenly behind her, and in surprise she tripped over stray ivy, he caught her around the waist.
