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Alice's Daughter	By : Burton_Wanna_Be Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: So, chapter 10… leading more into the plot. A little history is revealed as well. Hope you like and please, please review!
Chapter 10
The following morning Tempest dressed in another revealing dress and walked, arm in arm, with Jack through the gardens. She did her best to flirt with him, pausing to sniff at the roses in an seductive way.
"This place is so beautiful." She smiled up at him then looked back at the garden.
"This was the first place my father worked on when we moved in." Jack sighed, tenderly touching a rose.
Tempest could sense the pain he was feeling and couldn't help but be sympathetic. She was curious as to what happened to Iracebeth and Stayne, but thought it best not to ask. "Your father must have deeply loved your mother."
Jack looked at her, eyes distant. "He did. My mother loved him and helped him through his demons. Eventually my father realized he cared for mom." He looked back out at the garden. "That's why he restored the gardens. In honor of her."
"I'm so sorry." She blinked at the very real tears in her eyes. She couldn't help but relate to him, after everything her family went through. "The loss of someone you truly care for never really goes way."
"No it does not." They stared out at the garden, both lost to their own personal pains. After a moment Jack cleared his throat, eyes hardening again. "Come, I want to show you something."
"Oh," she tilted her head to the side, feigning curiosity. The only thing she wanted to see was the Oraculum. Grudgingly she allowed Jack to retake her arm and lead her away from the only beauty in Salazen Grum. Despite what Jack had been through, there was no reason for what he was doing. But inside, Tempest couldn't help but feel a connection to him; like a kindred soul.
NO! She was not going to give this tyrant sympathy. She may not know the entire story of what happened with the Red Queen and the Knave of Hearts but whatever had happened didn't warrant Jack's behavior. Hell, look at her life! Her parents had been separated by worlds, just after finding out they were having a kid. Temp wasn't lucky enough to have known her father before they were torn apart, like Jack had known his mother before she died. But she did know what it was like living with a distraught parent.
As Jack lead her back into the castle, her mind wandered to those long days and nights. Alice, for the first few months after returning, had been neglecting herself. It wasn't until she had almost lost Tempest that she began to care for herself and that lasted until the time after Tempest had learned to walk, Alice had started drinking a lot, eating less, and scarcely sleeping. She would start crying for no visible reason and wouldn't stop for a long while.
It was strange, but Tempest could remember the first time she began to care for her mother. She had been almost four when she had found Alice, completely disheveled, on the bathroom floor. The woman had a near empty bottle of whisky beside her and was crying, mumbling incoherently about Underland. Tempest had been too frightened to move at first but quickly went to the sink to get a towel. Had her grandmother been home, she would have called for help, but she had been alone with her mother and sadly she had paid witness to these episodes before.
After dampening the cloth, she had brought it to Alice, placing it on her forehead and taking the bottle away. Temp had dumped the rest of the whisky and threw the bottle away then gone back to rouse her mother. With difficulty the child had been able to pull Alice to her feet and lead the drunken woman to her bed room. When Alice had crawled into the bed, Tempest checked to make sure she hadn't hurt herself. Her mother had stared at her with unfocused eyes, tears still falling, then pulled her into her arms and rocked them both to sleep.
In the morning, Alice had apologized for what she had done and swore she wouldn't do it anymore. That had lasted only four months. Until Alice had nearly killed herself drinking, leaving Tempest to watch the whole incident.
Tempest squeezed her eyes shut as her breath hitched at the memory. Tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes. Jack looked down at the high pitched, soft gasp she made and saw her face covered with pain.
"Are you alright?" He tried to sound worried but hoped she wasn't going to have a breakdown.
"Yes," the word was strained. Temp forcefully wiped at her eyes, focusing on what she was doing. "I'm sorry. The memories still hurt. Gods, I hate that damned White Prince for what he put me through. I wish I could kill him." She drew on her anger at her past to make the words seem true.
"Really?" Jack blinked at her.
"Aye." She nodded her head, letting her accent slip. He would have already guessed that she was like Tarrant because of her hair.
"Hm," he patted the arm he still held. "I am beginning to really like you, Cass."
"And I already like you, my lord." She smiled sweetly up at him.
"Jack," he chuckled. "You may call me Jack."
"Jack," Temp tested the name, sounding positively silly as she laced her voice with desire.
He smiled back down at her. And for some reason, Tempest saw Alaric. The poor man would be frantic to hear from her. She had to find a way to finish this mission fast.
"So, my… Jack," She pretended to slip up. "What is it you wanted to show me?"
"I was thinking about your offer last night." He turned her down a new corridor.
'Please do NOT be leading me to your room to…' She cut that thought off and blinked at him. "About being your seamstress and wanting to repay you for your kindness?"
"Yes," He drew the word out and stopped in front of a door. "I've decided to test your skills."
"How so?" She tilted her head to the side.
"See for yourself." He opened the door to reveal a room filled with sewing supplies. There was a small sewing machine on the table in the middle with a male wire mannequin to the left that already had a jacket in it. Nebula was also in the room, situating some utensils on the table.
Tempest blinked in shock and stepped into the room. "This room it amazing."
"I'm glad you like it." He smirked, crossing his arms. "It was once used by the White Queen's Hatter but I had the maids scrub the entire room."
"The Hatter." Tempest tried to put as much distain in her voice as she could muster, wrinkling her nose a bit. "I never liked that man. He's a loon."
Jack laughed. "You are quite right." He waved one hand and moved to the dressed mannequin. "This is your test. I love this jacket but it seems as if I have grown out of it and it's torn in many places. Your job is to resize it and design it as if it were something new."
"Hm," Tempest looked at the tattered jacket, sizing up her challenge. Which wasn't really a challenge for her. "When would you like for me to have it finished?"
"Tonight. For dinner." He gave her a daring look, which she returned with confidence.
"By dinner tonight, then?" She inspected a nasty tear one sleeve then slimed up at him. "Not a problem. I will just need to take your measurements so that it will fit accurately." Jack's gaze became lustful as he nodded. Tempest took the tape measure Nebula held out to her. "I'll need you to remove your vest."
The Red Prince made a show of shrugging out of his vest and handed it to her. She gently laid it out on the table and turned back to him. Thankfully she didn't have to stand on a chair to take accurate measurements and she could easily use their height difference as a way to further seduce him. She gently stroked his arm unnecessarily to smooth his shirt out, or she lingered too long on his chest.
When she moved to his back she caught a glimpse of something that looked like a scroll tucked into his belt. Trying to get close to it without suspicion, she trailed her fingers across his shoulders.
"Hm," she tried to sound thoughtful and intrigued. "You are far more muscular then you first appear."
"Is that a bad thing?" His voice was playful as he looked over his shoulders at her.
"Oh, no. Defiantly not." She gave her best approval smile. "I was just stating a fact. One more measurement. Cross your arms and look forward please."
He grinned and did as she asked. She quickly took the measurement and took a closer look at the scroll. Blinking she straightened and stepped back, forcing her innocent look back on.
"All done." Her voice was dripping with honey now.
"Think you will be able to finish by tonight?" He asked, pulling his vest back on.
"Without a doubt. It will be my best creation." Her smile was mischievous as she rocked back on her heels.
"Good." Jack took her chin and kissed the corner of her mouth. "I don't like to be disappointed." With a last hard look at Nebula and a lustful one at Temp he left the room.
Nebula released a loud breath and hissed at the closed door. "Slurking, urpal-"
"That was it." Tempest cut her off, staring at the door while absently rubbing her cheek.
"What?" Neb frowned at her.
Tempest turned to her with a huge grin. "That was the Oraculum. Tucked into his belt."
"What!" The cat hissed before smacking her forehead with her paw. "Of course! That's why no one can ever find it. How did you know?"
"I just knew. Now, come on," the woman grabbed the jacket to be repaired. "We have to hurry with this. I have a plan."
"Oh, and I'm all ears." Nebula floated by Temp's shoulder as the girl told her of her plan.

Alice wandered through her house, feeling none of the warmth and happiness it once provided. She heard none of the everyday sounds, her mind trapped so far in a dark hole she wasn't sure she would be able to ever recover. Her thoughts were jumbled with memories that she couldn't tell the past from the present or reality from fiction.
Slowly she descended the stairs, hand gently running along the railing. She didn't pause when her foot hit the floor. In the kitchen she could hear her mother talking with her sister. She didn't care what they said and continued in the opposite direction. She continued to the study she seemed to live in. Once there she went straight for the cabinet against the far wall.
She opened the polished wooden door and took a deep breath. Her hand instantly reached in, grabbing the bottle she hadn't touched for more than ten years. She lifted the glass up to the light, the amber liquid shinning with a tint of red. Distantly she heard her nephew's laugh from down the hall and the past took over.
All those times she had passed out drunk and left her daughter to care for her. All the times she had promised to stop and never committed to. She had never cared for her health, all she wanted to do was get away from the unrelenting pain. At least until she nearly lost her last connection to the man she loved. When the doctor had told her she was going to lose Tempest, Alice changed her habits. But when her baby had been three, and began to remind her so much of Tarrant, the pain came back. No matter how much she hurt herself with what she did, Tempest began to bear the weight.
Alice set the bottle down, her breath coming out shakily. She squeezed her eyes as she remembered the last time she had touched that bottle. She had been on the second floor, completely intoxicated, and had wanted to go down the stairs. Tempest had been seven and tried to stop her, grabbing onto Alice's skirts. She yanked out of the child's hold and began her decent down the stairs. She slipped on her wobbly legs, tumbling head over heels. The bottle she'd held had flown from her hold, crashing at the bottom first and covering the marble floor with glass.
Tempest had been forced to watch as Alice landed on the piles of glass. Alice could still hear her daughter's scream from that night. That had been the wake-up call. Not the many shards of class in her or the gash at her temple or the bruises and soreness covering every inch of her. The scream of horror being torn from her child's throat as the girl rushed to her had been the same scream her soul had made when she had been torn from Tarrant.
That sound and the absolute terror in her eyes as Tempest looked down at her, was Alice's chance at redemption. After that she had thrown away everything and gone sober. Looking at the bottle in front of her now tempted her resolve.
"Alice?" Helen called softly from the entryway. Alice didn't turn around, fighting back her tears. Her mother stepped up beside her, placing a caring hand on her shoulder. "This isn't the answer."
"I know." She blinked rapidly. "I don't want to hurt any more. I just want my family back."
"Shhh," Helen pulled her in for a hug. "I know, honey. Have faith, everything will work out."
"I don't think I have any faith left." Alice wiped at her tears.
"You always have faith. She's only been gone for three days. You used to disappear for longer." Helen smiled at her.
"I don't know if I can last for much longer." Alice slumped, falling to the floor. She drew her knees to her chest and rested her head on them. Her shoulders shook as tears fell from her eyes. Not knowing what to say, Helen sat next to her child and tried her best to sooth her.

Night descended upon Underland as Tempest made her way to the dining room. Nebula floated beside her, holding the box that had the repaired jacket. As she went over her plan her eyes drifted to a side corridor. Something about it drew her attention and she stopped.
"Hey, Nebula," She called. "What's down there?"
"Eh?" Neb turned and looked down the hall. Her eyes grew sad and angry. "That leads to a dangerous place."
"What do you mean?" Tempest frowned.
"That is the way to the dungeons. Very horrid things happen down there." Nebula shook her head before wrapping her tail around Temp's arm, tugging her. "Come on, don't want to be late for his evilness."
Temp chuckled softly and gave the hallway one last look. She had to get down there somehow. When they neared the dining room Nebula landed and knocked on the door. Jack's voice bid them entrance. Tempest smoothed her dress and walked in.
"Ah, good evening, Cass." Jack smiled at her.
"Good evening, Jack." Tempest bowed, drawing attention to her dipping neck line. "I trust you are faring well?"
"I am doing better now that you are here." He took her hand and kissed it.
Tempest gave a forced giggle then turned to Nebula. "I have something for you." She removed the cover of the box and withdrew the jacket. He blinked at it as she held it up. "It just seemed so plain to simply repair it and resize it. I thought you would look dashing in a more military commander style."
Jack held out his arms behind him and she slipped the clothing on, noticing the Oraculum was tucked into his belt. It fit perfectly. "How do you know of this style?"
"A lot of sailors came to my mother's shop and I remembered the different looks." Ok, so that was completely true. "But what I've done is simply alter a few of those looks to more suit your… considerably higher status, while adding the theme of your castle." She gave a slightly fearful look as Jack lifted his arm to inspect the sleeve. "But if you do not like I am always able to change it."
Jack chuckled and waved his hand at Nebula. She bowed and left through the kitchen doors like last time. The Red Prince turned to Tempest, smirking. "You are truly an amazing seamstress."
"Th-thank you." She bowed, truly shocked at his words. The jacket wasn't even her best work. "I am deeply honored that you like it."
"Oh, I very much like it." His voice dropped as he lifted her chin. "And I want you to become my personal seamstress. Providing new cloths as well as repairing old ones. You will have all the help you need and all the supplies you could dream of."
Her eyes really did light up at the idea of all that. "Truly? Thank you, with all of my being. You are most defiantly as gracious ruler." She went into another bow. "Underland would fare better with you as king then with the White family."
Again he took her chin in hand and forced her to look at him. He was grinning now. "You always have the perfect thing to say. Come, let us eat."
He held out his hand and led her to her seat. As they ate, she was able to get him to talk about what cloths he wanted her to make. He made points to say 'after I win this war' or 'when those fools fall' whenever he had the chance. Tempest made sure to agree and supply ideas for his conquest. By the time dessert was almost over with, Jack was looking her up and down as if she was his dessert.
"You know," he spoke thoughtfully as his hand covered hers. "You are like no other woman I have been with."
"Oh?" She found it funny how Alaric had said practically the same thing. "Is that bad?"
"In your case, no. I find you intriguing and irresistible." He ginned when she blushed. "I know your reasons for ending up here but I hope you will accept my offer."
Oh Gods! He was actually asking. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't say no or who knows what will happen. She had to find a way out of this fast. Holding in a groan and forcing down the dinner she had just consumed, Tempest kissed Jack right on the mouth. And he jumped at the opportunity, his tongue immediately finding its way into her mouth. Forcing a pleasurable moan, she allowed the kiss to continue before, faking reluctance, pulling back.
"I would be more than willing to." She cupped his cheek, noticing the spark in his eyes. "But, I am afraid I will be unable to for seven days." She looked at the table in embarrassment.
Jack's eyes flashed with anger before it subsided. "Will you be willing in seven days?"
"And wanting." She let her desire for Alaric shin in her eyes, misleading him to think it was for him. "Had my flux not started a few hours ago I would have said yes to today." She cupped his cheek. "You have been more than kind to me and I will repay you in any way I can. But this is something I will do because I want to and you are asking, not demanding. Besides," her eyes turned sultry. "I have felt something for you from the moment I first saw you."
'Yeah,' Her mind screamed. 'Absolute revolution and disgust. As soon as I see Alaric and we're safe I am going to drown myself in his mouth and get this nasty, evil taste out.'
Again Jack's eyes flashed with lush and hunger. He cupped the back of her neck and forced her closer. "I will hold you to your words, Cassandra."
"And I will keep them." She lied, her smile oozing with syrup.
He smirked again and kissed her long and hard. Tempest wanted to grab her fork and shove it into his neck. She resisted and forced herself to return the kiss. To her delight a loud, urgent knock sounded at the main door. Jack pulled back, growling and Tempest realized she was about to see why everyone was so fearful of him.
"What?" He demanded in a booming, angry voice, she barely hid her startled jump. Two cards entered at his call, both dropping to their knees and bowing low. Jack sneered at them. "I told you I did not want to be disturbed."
"We are sorry, your majesty." One card said, not looking up.
"But there is a matter of great importance that you are needed for." The other finished.
Jack narrowed his eyes at them, slowly standing. He walked to them and told them to stand. The first card whispered something and the prince's eyes widened, rage swirling. He looked back at Tempest, who held her hand to her chest and tried to hide the fear she felt. Had they figured out that she was a spy? Please, Gods, no.
But at seeing her shocked eyes, Jack's rage subsided and he turned back to the cards. "I will meet you there shortly. Go." The cards both gave a quick bow and hurried from the room. Jack turned back to Temp with a sigh. "I am sorry about this."
"Is everything alright?" She stood, giving a friendly smile.
"Nothing you need to worry yourself with." He rubbed his thumb over her cheek. "But I will be unable to escort you back to your room this night."
"Oh," she gave a pout then a small, disappointed shrug. "I understand. I am sure Nebula is still here to escort me. If not I will ask on one of the butlers."
"You do not offer to walk back by yourself?" He frowned.
"Should I?" She tried to sound confused. "With everything that has been happening I did not think you would trust an outsider to wander the halls of your magnificent castle. Now, I would never try to harm or steal from you, but just to stay out of any misunderstandings I would rather have an escort when not with you. At least until you are able to show me around and tell me all the rules."
Tempest stepped close to him, placing her hands on his chest. She dropped her voice an octave. "I would not want to do anything to cause you to distrust me. And I'm not trying to simply say the right thing. I truly mean it."
Jack searched her eyes for a moment before giving a low chuckle. "And I believe you. Strange as it is, I have trust in you. If you cannot remember your way then ask for help before you leave. But if you are sure you know the way, then you are allowed to travel by yourself."
"Just in case, since I am not known for having good directions," and she really wasn't. "I will seek my maid or a butler. You have nothing to worry about."
"With you, I hope not." He smiled down at her. "Gods you are beautiful." He kissed her then brushed back a stray piece of hair. "I will see you in the morning."
"Good night… Jack." She whispered and stared at him with false sad eyes as he left the room. Once he was gone she rushed to her plate and took a cut strawberry and began scrubbing it on her tongue. She ate the fruit and coated the entire surface of her mouth with the chocolate she had left. Swishing it around a bit she swallowed and downed the rest of her red wine. "Gah!... Damn, I can still taste him."
"Ok, that was funny." Nebula laughed from behind her.
"Laugh it up." Tempest glared at her. "You don't have to taste him."
"I am sorry for you." Neb chuckled. "Come on, you need to come up with a new plan since you didn't follow through on your original one."
"I'm sorry." Temp sighed. "But I have to do something before I leave."
"I thought you had to check in with Alaric by tomorrow morning."
"I'll think of something." Tempest looked at her empty wine glass for a moment before she set it down. "Why don't you go back to the room and rest? You look tired."
"So do you." Nebula pointed out.
"I know and I'll head straight there. Just go ahead." The girl smiled at her reassuringly at the exhausted cat. "Go ahead."
"Alright." The cat looked suspicious for a moment before she shrugged. "Please be careful."
"Don't worry, I know the way." She made a shooing motion at Nebula. "Go rest."
"Fine." Neb sighed before disappearing.
Tempests slowly counted to three before she left the room. She quickly back tracked the way she had come from earlier. Once she came to the hallway that led to the dungeons, she began to make her way cautiously down it. Nothing made a sound as she followed the endless hall. When she came to a door at the end she paused and slowly opened it. Inside was exactly what she pictured the dungeons would look like.
Calling on her muchness, she snuck past the sleeping guard and down the stairs. She looked into each cell she passed. Most were empty but some had prisoners. Afraid of being unable to help them, she didn't look too closely. Until she came to a cell at the far end of room. The cell seemed to draw her and as she looked inside an image of her father filled it.
"Dad?" She whispered, remembering that he had been captured and tortured by the Red Queen to save Alice. Tempest took a deep breath and backed away from the iron bars. Her head bumped into a low slung bird cage she hadn't noticed. "Ow." She groaned quietly.
"Eh? Who's there?" A slightly squeaky voice called, causing Tempest to stop rubbing her head.
She knew that voice. She turned and looked into the cage. She gasped. "Raynum!"
The brown dormouse lifted his head and gaped at her. "Tempest?"
"Oh, thank goodness you're alive." Tempest grinned. "Mallymkun and Talon will be so happy."
"What are you going here?" Raynum hurried closer to her, whispering.
"I'm trying to get the Oraculum and, now, saving you." Tempest stepped back to inspect the lock. She grabbed one of her hair pins and began working on the lock.
"My lady don't!" Raynum hissed. "You will get into trouble."
"You saved my life, now I save yours. Besides," she paused as the small door opened. "You're already free. Come on." Raynum stared at her cupped hands for a moment before jumping into them. Tempest took in his tattered clothing. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, just bruised." He nodded his head.
"Let's get you home." Tempest placed him on her shoulder and they made their way out of the dungeon as quietly as possible. Once clear, she ran to her room, not slowing down until they were both safe behind the door.
"Bloody hell, what happened?" Nebula demanded, jumping off the bed. Then she noticed the mouse. "Raynum?"
"Nebula? I thought you were dead." Ray gasped.
"So did everyone else. What's going on?" Nebula looked from Ray to Temp.
Tempest placed Ray on the bed and sat beside him, Nebula sitting back down. "Listen, I have a new plan on how to get the Oraculum."
"What can I do?" Ray immediately asked.
"Tell Alaric I need a little more time." She smiled at the mouse then at Nebula. "Both of you."
"Right." Neb rolled her eyes. "We're stuck here. Well, I am at least. He can use the crack in the outer wall Alice used to get in here."
"I was thinking the same thing. That was my original exit plan." Tempest stood and dug through her original clothing. She turned, holding a small vile and a tiny piece of cake. "And this was how. But instead, you're going to use them, Nebula."
"No!" The cat refused. "They are your way out, not mine."
"Listen to me." Tempest demanded. "Raynum is hurt and you are the fastest being that can reach Alaric. Once beyond the walls you'll be allowed to teleport. Chess figured Jack had a spell put around this place, keeping unwanted visitors out."
"And that spell must work both ways." Nebula added with a nod. "But I'm still not leaving. Not without knowing your plan."
"I'm with her." Raynum added, wincing.
"Fair enough. " Tempest sighed. "Tomorrow I'm going to convince Jack to give me a tour of the place and once in the front courtyard I'll ask to see the Bandersnatch's old hut."
"What if he says no?" Ray asked.
"He won't, not with what I'll offer." She shivered but continued. "Once inside, I'll knock him out, take the Oraculum and run. Satisfied?"
"Not really." Nebula shook her head. "What if this doesn't work?"
"It's the only chance we've got." The girl shrugged. "Besides, I want you to tell Alaric the plan and have him get as close to the castle as he can get."
Neb and Ray looked at each other for a long moment before the both nodded. Nebula sighed. "Alright."
"Good. Now, do you know where that crack is?" Temp asked.
"Yeah, but you might want to change." The cat pointed out.
Tempest nodded and after she had on a pair of pants and a loose blouse, Nebula led the way through the castle to the back gardens. Thankfully there were not a lot of knights and they were able to make their way across the grounds without trouble. Once at the crack, Raynum went through the see if it was clear.
"All clear." He nodded once he came back.
"Good. Drink up, Nebula." Tempest held out the vile. The cat took it reluctantly and drank. She shrunk to just smaller than Raynum. Temp handed her the cake and smiled. "Good luck."
"You be safe Tempest." Nebula's voice was in full mother mode.
"Return to us." Raynum added.
"I will. Hurry, before they notice you're gone." Tempest whispered and shooed them.
After one last look, the two hurried off. Tempest watched as best she could through the darkness before she made her way back to the castle. Again, she didn't encounter any knights as she made her way through the grounds. Once inside she did come across the wandering servant but they did bother her and she didn't bother them. When she had made it safely to her room she fell to the bed, slumping at the weight on her shoulders.
She rolled onto her back, laying there for a moment before she began getting ready for bed. Once under the covers, she gripped one of the spare pillows and squeezed her eyes shut. She sent up a prayer begging for her friends' safe journey. Then she thought of Alaric and hoped he would understand her plan and everything she has had to do so far.
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