She gasped in surprise, his touch felt inviting as he pulled her towards him. She turned and touched the breast of his coat; she couldn’t feel his heart beating. He pulled her away as she looked confused. “Come now.” He told her, placing his hands over her eyes and leading her forward. “What are you doing?” Alice asked, giggling nervously. She could feel her hands shaking as he pushed her along.
“Just stop here.” He stopped her, “It’s a surprise.”
“Please, remove your hands. I am getting really very claustrophobic now.” Her voice quivered.
Hatter laughed enjoyably, removed his hands, and stepped back.
Alice blinked to clear her vision, and screamed. Right before her hung the White Rabbit, his glasses fell crooked on his face, and the shock was all she could see.
“That was the cry I heard!” Her mind screamed at her to run, she couldn’t. She turned to cower into Hatter’s chest, but all she found was a hungry vampire. He had removed his shirt and coat to reveal his slight, built torso. Alice screamed again, trying to run as Hatter grasped her shoulders lightly and sank his fangs into her soft neck. She tried to struggle, but was getting weaker at every seconds passing. She gasped for air as her life was drunk away to nothing. The last thing she saw was Hatter’s face as he pulled himself from her, then darkness. Hatter sighed, licking his blood covered fangs, and retracting them. He lay the unconscious, almost dead form of Alice down on the rose covered ground. All he had to do now was wait for her to awaken; a bloodthirsty, beautiful vampire. He pulled his shirt and coat on over his perfect torso; he had only taken them off for risk of getting blood on them. Hatter looked back at Alice, her chest rose, fell, rose, fell, but never rose again. He slowly realized he had taken too much blood. He hadn’t changed her at all, he had killed her. He hurriedly kneeled down; placing his hands upon her breast, over her heart, but it was too late.
“No!” He kneeled beside her, “What have I done?” He couldn’t cry, but the sounds of sobbing could be heard from him. He plucked his finger on a rose thorn, red blood dripped down onto the leaves. From his jacket he pulled a wooden stake, and sat on his knees next to Alice’s lifeless body. Holding the wooden stake to his no longer beating heart, he told her, “I will be with you again, Alice.” And so, he shoved the stake into his chest. Not a sound escaped his lips as he fell, dead, beside Alice. Their bodies would lie there forever amongst the roses, Hatter clutching Alice’s hand in his last act of love.