Must have been a bird… Alice thought. 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 looked at her hungrily. Her head was down and her hair fell smoothly 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 invitingly 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 parents’ 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. In surprise she tripped over stray ivy. He caught her around the waist. She gasped. 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. Her hands shook as he pushed her along.
“Just stop here. It’s a surprise.”
“Please, remove your hands. I am getting really very claustrophobic now.” Her voice quivered.
Hatter laughed, removed his hands, and stepped back.
Alice blinked to clear her vision and screamed. Right before her hung The White Rabbit, the rope pulled at the fur around his neck. His glasses crooked on his face, the look pure fear, and the blank, dead eyes told everything.
That was the cry I heard! Her mind screamed at her to run, but 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 slightly built torso.
Alice screamed again, trying to run as Hatter grasped her shoulders. He sank his fangs into her soft neck. She tried to struggle, but grew weaker at every second’s passing. She gasped for air as he drank her life away to nothing. The was thing she saw was Hatter’s face as he pulled himself from her…then darkness.
Hatter sighed, licking his blood-covered fangs, and then retracting them. He laid the unconscious, almost dead form of Alice 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 down at Alice. Her chest rose, fell, rose, fell, but never rose again.
He slowly realized that 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 hear heart, but it was too late.
“No! What have I done?”
He couldn’t cry real tears, but the sounds of sobs poured 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, he pulled himself closer 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.
