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Down in the Underland	By : FlameWolf666 Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 8888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the book version or Tim Burton's version of Alice in Wonderland. This is just for fun and I make no profit from it.

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Author's Note: *innocent whistle* More drama this chapter.
Chapter Six: Into Chaos
Hours later and Tarrant was involved in a heated argument with Thackery while Alice sat next to a floating, serious looking Chessur. “But she's th'champion, innit she,” the crazed rabbit tried to reason, one of his overly large eyes twitching as his teacup jittered in his brown paws. His long, ragged ears swiveled as if he was nervous about his surroundings and with someone like the March Hare, that was probably the case. He had never been the same since the war, something both Chessur and the hatter had told her.
“Tha' donnae matter! I'll not have her fightin' when there is no need for it,” the crazed, orange haired male snarled, his matching eyes beginning to shift to a deep crimson from his rage.
“Ha… Tarrant, it's my job,” Alice tried to reason, doing her best not to flinch when he turned his furious gaze to her. Blazing orange met cool blue as the tux wearing man stalked up to her. The very air around him sparked with rage and protectiveness as his half gloved hands clenched and released by his sides.
“Yer job ended when yae killed th'Jabberwock,” he bit out through gritted teeth, fury and concern thick in his brogue.
“A proper Champion doesn't put their sword away when their land needs them, no matter how great the danger. You'll have to tie me up to keep me off the battlefield,” the tradeswoman bit out, her azure eyes sparking with determination as she got to her feet. The large feline beside her floated to perch on the shoulder closest to the milliner, his huge, green eyes giving Tarrant a stern look.
“Donnae tempt me lil gel! Ah'd sooner tie ye to th'bed than risk losin' yae,” he hissed, his hands clenching tightly and shaking as he fought to control himself.
“You can try but I will put up one Hell of a fight! After the war is over and you've let me free, I can promise I will never forgive you,” the very muchy female hissed, closing the small distance between them and staring up at him with a matching fury in her eyes. The two glared at eachother for a few moments before the haberdasher visibly deflated.
“Alice, mae Alice. This need no' bae yer fight. I cannae bear the though' o' losin' yae, no' after jus' getting' yae back, no' when yae migh' bae…,” the purple clad man sighed, trailing off as his eyes stayed locked with hers. The red ring around them faded to leave only orange as he gazed at her with stark fear and pleading. His fingerless gloved hands came up to grasp her arms lightly as tears began to rim his eyes, very nearly swaying her into agreeing. Seeing him this distraught caused a knife of guilt to twist in her heart but the former savior found herself far more determined to save Underland from this mess she had gotten it into.
“This is my fault Tarrant. Stayne used me as bait to get to Mirana and I feel I need to atone for that. I shouldn't have been so easy to capture,” Alice pleaded, watching Tarrant as he closed his eyes and fought with himself.
“Alice… Ah swear t'yae that Ah'll pr'tect yae until mae last breath,” he declared, opening his eyes to reveal they were a deep, blood red. Then he was kissing her fiercely, one of his hands coming up to tangle in her golden hair.
“Yes, well that's all and good but we must come up with a plan! Mirana is not doing well and Underland itself is falling into strife. That atmosphere is turning hateful and angry due to Stayne's influence,” McTwisp interjected, his short, white ears swiveling nervously as his pinkish-blue eyes darted around the room.
“I agree. The faeries and evaporators are already being effected, turning into spies for the Knave,” Chess sighed, his fur flickering to a more somber gray and blue color scheme.
“And Ah though' yer type were ne'er involved in politics,” Tarrant snarled, releasing Alice to shoot a glare at the levitating feline.
“For good reason Hatta! If we were any more than a neutral presence, we would tip the balance unfairly in the advantage of whichever side we joined. We simply cannot allow ourselves to interfere with any fate that is decreed,” the irritated cat replied, his body going invisible to only leave his wide, toothy mouth floating in the air.
“We're talkin' 'bout the very gewd o' Underland! How can yae bluddy creatures just si' by an' le' som'un like Bluddy Beeg Hed do as she pleases, genocide an entire clan of people,” the incensed male replied, going rail stiff as the red in his eyes deepened alarmingly. The more angry the hatter got, the thicker his brogue became until he sounded like a dangerously pissed Scotsman that was very nearly spitting straight Gaelic.
The room went dead silent as the entire group realized just what Tarrant was talking about. Even Chessur phased his head back to visibility to lock eyes with the furious male before him. “My dear friend, we are not heartless creatures. It took everything within me to not help when Iracebeth sent her troops here. We are simply not allowed to interfere. Who are we to say what is best for Underland? If we had intervened, would that have changed things for the better or the worst. If we had intervened would Alice's fated day with the Jabberwock have happened?” the saddened feline whispered, his nearly glowing green eyes locked with the purple suited haberdasher. Tarrant looked about to protest before he shut his mouth and a thoughtful look came over his pale face.
“You are not the only one who lost family that day Tarrant,” the humongous tabby continued, causing the purple clad male to jolt in place.
“Aye, I had to sit by and allow my mate and my own kittens to perish when I knew what would happen. As much as I wish to intervene, I cannot come in the way of fate. What Stayne is doing is a sin,” Chess growled, tears rolling down his furred cheeks as his blue stripes flickered in and out of sight.
“So you're saying that Stayne is tipping the scales to circumvent fate?” Alice asked quietly, horrified and curious about her friend's sad confession. She hadn't know the free-wheeling feline had a family back home. Despite her burning curiosity, the former champion knew better than to ask.
“Indeed Alice. He is using the Djinn's power to speed his influence. What took Iracebeth decades will only take him a matter of weeks. Speed is of the essence. We must dispose of Stayne and the Djinn before Underland has a chance to deteriorate any more,” the gray and blue cat declared, fixing her with an unusually grim look.
“Do we even know where the bastard is? Where do we start?” Alice demanded, her blue eyes shining with rage and determination. If time was of the essence, then more than enough had been wasted with just sitting here and arguing.
“I will be gathering the rest of my brethren. I suggest you and Tarrant head to the former Red Queen's castle and see if Stayne has settled there. McTwisp and Thackery will be best at gathering the beings that have yet to be touched by the Knave's influence,” Chessur replied before simply disappearing on his self appointed mission.
Giving a nod to the two lapines, Alice began to hurriedly pack a bag of supplies. Tarrant also began to pack while the two animals left and ran off in opposite directions. Both being of the rabbit family, their speed would be to their advantage. “How's yer head,” the wild haired man beside her sighed as he packed some salves into a large sack.
“Much better,” she replied, giving him a small, reassuring smile.
“Alice, Ah cannae… I jus' wanted ta,” he stammered, his orange gaze full of worry and fear.
“I know Tarrant, it's okay. Everything will be okay in the end,” the blonde tried to reassure, placed a gentle hand on one of his suit clad arms.
Before she could even react, his arms were wrapping around her slim body as his lips crashed down on hers fiercely. His sharp teeth bit at her lips while his tongue demanded entrance to her mouth. When she opened with a gasp under his assault, Tarrant's hands twitched on her back while his tongue dove into her sweet cavern. Then he was breaking the kiss with a deep, shuddery moan. “I need t'have yae afore we go on this mission. I donnae know if yae… I cannae go wi'ou',” he stammered, his brogue getting deeper from both his distress and his lust.
“It's okay,” she sighed against his lips before wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a heated kiss of her own. She knew what he was talking about all too well and felt it as well. Neither of them could say with any certainty if they would both get out of this alive. They had to make the most out of their all too short time together. Swallowing the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, Alice moaned into her lover's mouth. Lover. A thrill went through her that she could call the man in her arms that, if only in her own mind.
Skilled hands removed her clothing before she even noticed and the orange haired man broke the kiss to latch onto a rosy nipple. A surprised, pleased yelp left Alice's lips at the contact, feeling as if shocks were traveling straight from his mouth to her awakening core. Her hands found their way into his flaming curls and her head arched back when he gently pinched the nub between his teeth. “T-tarrant,” she gasped out, the resulting growl from him causing the heat already pooling within her to froth and roil.
“Mae Alice,” he breathed against her flesh before he was scooping her up and carrying her up the stairs to his room. Despite what had happened her first night back, neither let that memory soil this moment or their need for eachother.
“Lay on th'bed dear one,” Tarrant husked out as he carefully set her on her feet. Not wasting a moment, Alice lay on her bed and displayed herself for her friend's hungry gaze.
In a flash, the crazed male was naked and shoving his face in the junction of her legs. Then his talented tongue was on her and a breathy moan left her lips as her back arched. Her perky, large breasts heaved into the air, the pink nipples fairly begging for his orange stained fingers. Teeth grazed over her sensitive button, drawing a moaning cry of his name from her lips as her fingers twisted themselves in his vibrant, curly locks. “T-tarrant, oh God,” she gasped as his tongue proceeded to plunge into her. The sensation caused a deep, pulsing pressure to begin to fill her lower body, reminding her a lot of their actual first time together.
Then he was focusing on her sensitive button, growling deeply for every soft keen the blonde released. As for Alice, she felt like she was lost amid a sea of burning, pulsing, nearly painful pleasure. His given name left her mouth like a mantra as she ground herself against his mouth. “T-tarrant, I'm going to…,” she gasped out in a breathy, high pitched voice; her hips writhing in small circles. In response, the man between her legs latched onto her clit and sucked; sending her over the edge as her vision went white with pleasure.
Before she could begin to come down from the earth shattering high, Alice felt Tarrant pressing himself into her. Arching her back in pleasure as her body welcomed him, the panting blonde wrapped her shapely arms around her lover's neck; meeting his eyes as he began to move within her. Feeling him move within her felt like heaven itself and small sobs of his name left her as she began to press heated kisses all over his too pale face. “Alice, mae lovelay lil Alice,” he sighed in a reverent, throaty voice as his hips began to snap viciously against hers.
The former tradeswoman could feel something within her tightening ever faster, making it hard for her to draw breath as she held onto Tarrant for dear life. Then her entire body stiffened as she exploded into white hot pleasure, a sobbed cry of his name leaving her lips as her lips met his in a passionate kiss. Growling into her eager mouth, the nearly frantic male nearly crushed her small body to his as he spilled himself into her. His entire body shuddered from exertion but Tarrant seemed unwilling to lay her down or allow any sort of distance between their bodies. “Ah love yae Alice,” he murmured against the left side of her neck, his soft lips brushing against something that made a new wave of lust shudder through her sated body.
Tarrant pulled away from her neck to look at the red mark from yesterday. The mark was now larger, taking on a more hat-like shape and a slightly purple tinge. Hope soared in his heart as he didn't dare to take a breath for fear of waking up. He almost didn't dare to believe it but it looked like he had found the rarest thing in Underland. In a small scrap of a girl named Alice, he had found his true soulmate. It took everything within the crazed male to not run to the top of his roof and scream this news to the entire Underneath. Only the very real threat of Stayne made him come crashing back to reality and fear began to fill him once more.
As if sensing his distress, the golden haired female removed her hands from his neck to cup his strained face. “I love you Tarrant,” she whispered, earning a stunned look from the shaking man. Then his eyes closed as his breath stopped.
“Say it again,” came a soft, unsure lisp, startling the blonde badly. Hearing Hatter again after so many hours with his madness was a bit jarring. Still, it only took seconds to recover from the shock and she smiled softly.
“I love you Tarrant,” Alice repeated, gasping when his eyes shot open and vibrant green met her blue. Hatter was back, shoving his madness to the back as his rough hands came up to grasp her milky face.
“I love you too Alice. So much,” he declared in an emotion choked voice before his lips met hers in a sweet, tender kiss. A kiss so full of love and adoration that it nearly took the former savior's breath away. As their tongues twirled together, Alice felt her heart twist in agony from the unfairness of the situation. She had just gotten back to Underland and she and her cherished friend had finally consummated a relationship a long time in the making. Now all of that could be taken from her and the bitterness of that realization burned in her gut.
This knowledge caused Alice to put more fire into her kiss as tears rolled down her paper white cheeks unchecked. The hands cupping his face tightened and their kiss grew frantic. Before either of them knew it, he was thrusting within her once more while his tears mixed with hers. His lips fluttered over her face as he thrust slowly, as if taking the time to memorize every inch of her that he could feel. “Alice,” he nearly sobbed in a heartbroken voice against her lips just before he broke the kiss to take a nipple into his hot mouth.
Gasping his name in the same tone as her heart clenched in her chest, Alice allowed her hands to rest on her lover's tensing back as he continued to take her slowly and sweetly. Her third orgasm built up achingly slow, drawing breathless keens from the blonde's mouth as Tarrant moved within her. His verdant eyes stayed locked on her face, the orange rim around his iris belying just how close to the surface his more violent half was. Veins stood out in his pale, strong neck from the exertion and his stained hands gripped her hips in a nearly painful grasp.
Resting her sweaty forehead against a shoulder, the tradeswoman let out a shuddery moan as she felt the pulsing electricity within her begin to gather and tighten in her lower belly. Planting wet, heated kisses on his slick flesh, Alice locked eyes with Tarrant as her world ever so slowly began to come apart at the seams. Watching her caused the orange in his eyes to slowly take over as the thrusts became more rough and demanding. “Ah won' le' them take yae from us,” he growled, tears rolling down his cheeks freely as her orgasm began to crash over her. While her body burst into a wonderful nebula of pleasure, Tarrant was drinking in the expression on her face as his thrusts began to falter. Then he was stiffening above her, an almost broken call of her name leaving the mighty warrior as he spilled himself within her.
Gripping the haberdasher to her as if she was afraid he would disappear, Alice allowed herself to break in his shaking arms. Ragged, heartbroken sobs left her as Tarrant laid himself beside her and gathered her into his protective arms. His nose burrowed into her yellow hair and inhaled deeply as he simply allowed her to sob in his chest. Unknown to the distraught woman, his own tears continued to leave him as he made soothing noises. “It's not fair Ha… Tarrant. I've missed you so much and went through such pain to finally get to this moment with you and it all might be taken away before I can truly experience it. Why does this have to be my responsibility?! I never asked for any of this,” she hissed into his undefined pecs before she pitifully punched him with a delicate fist.
The milliner holding her only kissed the crown of her head as his hands roved over her back slowly. He knew the question was rhetorical so, despite the fact that he shared her complaints, he decided not to answer. After a few moments, the sobbing tapered off and the muchy female that had become his entire world pulled out of his embrace to wipe her tears. “That's more than enough of that Alice Kingsleigh! You won't get anything done by laying in bed and feeling sorry for yourself! Time to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and act like an adult,” she declared, getting out of bed and pulling on some clothing.
Before she could pull on her shirt, a half gloved hand with orange stained fingers came into her vision; holding a light looking chain-mail shirt. Looking up, she saw Tarrant looking down at her with orange rimmed, green eyes that were full or fear and protectiveness. “Thanks,” she smiled, taking the surprisingly light, metal shirt. The haberdasher only gave a small nod before beginning to pull on his own clothing. Once they were both dressed, the pair walked downstairs and out the door. The tux wearing male lead her to a small building beside the house and opened the door to reveal a building full of weapons. Going inside, the wild haired tailor turned to look at her.
Realizing he already had his throwing knives while she had nothing, the once again champion entered the shed. “Make sure ya talk to alla the weapons and find out which one feels like working with ya. Nothin' worse than havin' a sword that don't like ya,” he advised, gesturing to the wall of melee weapons. Giggling at his words but well used to the sheer oddness of Underland, Alice began to chat which each sharp implement. After a few long minutes, the scrappy blonde found a poisoned katana that got along great with her. The blade seemed to be a female itself, going on and on about how grateful it was to be held by a fellow woman.
“I haven't treated ya that bad Chrysanthemum,” Hatter protested after five minutes of this, sounding only slightly put out and mostly amused.
“It's not that my darling, darling Tarrant! Oh, you wouldn't understand. A woman has a more delicate touch and an innate elegance that can easily bring out some of my hidden abilities,” the sword hummed, sounding truly worried that 'she' had offended her former wielder.
“I didn't know you had hidden abilities,” the haberdasher gasped, sounding honestly surprised as he stared at the weapon in the blonde's hands.
“Every girl is entitled to keep her secrets,” Alice answered before her new companion could, a coy smirk on her face as she turned to look at the variety of sheaths.
After a few more moments, the two females settled on a suitable housing and were exiting the hut with Tarrant close behind them. As Alice released a loud whistle for Bandy, her treasured lover began to shift to his more war-like madness. The shift made him much more unpredictable and prone to anger by she found herself feeling oddly safe in the darker half's presence. “Stay close t'mae,” he rumbled in a gruff, throaty voice, pulling her to his side as the huge Bandersnatch came skidding to a stop in front of them. Once the dog-like monster had lowered himself to the ground, Tarrant was vaulting onto his furry back with the blonde safely ensconced in his arms. Once the pair was settled, they were off like a shot towards Iracebeth's old castle.
A singular eye watched the trio, an insane smile twisted a long, pale face. “Their bond is strengthening. Djinn, would you kindly do a reconnaissance mission tonight,” Stayne hissed, keeping his dark gaze fixed on the glowing orb that floated in front of him.
“Gladly, my master,” the demonic creature purred, a pleased smile on its monstrous face. It's bottomless eyes were also fixed on the glowing orb as the blood red aura around it pulsed. Its claws already itched to feel more blood run over them. The sheer amount of fear and chaos already had added to its own power exponentially. As long as things kept going along this vein, it would gladly continue to do whatever its master asked.
“I need you to see if the little wench down there is carrying or not. If she is, tell me immediately. If she isn't, keep an eye on her until she is,” the Knave ordered, a malicious glint in his ebony eye.
“As you wish,” the creature rumbled before simply disappearing. Stayne took no notice, only kept his crazed gaze on the picture before him.
“Soon Tarrant, soon I will make you pay for all you have taken from me. Soon I will make you so mad, you will be of no use to anyone,” the dark male cackled, his gloved hands curling into tight, shaking fists as his laughter began to resemble screams. Unknown to the insane man, a flicker of blue blinked in and out of existence behind him.
Chessur's vibrant eyes narrowed as worry spiked in his heart. More than half of his brethren had been corrupted but the rest were safe now that they had been warned. With his task finished, the feline had taken it upon himself to do a little reconnaissance on Iracebeth's former partner. What he had found truly disturbed him. He already had a suspicion of what Stayne had in mind and it made nausea burn in the pit of his gut. He would need to get a bit more information before he raised the alarm but the implications deeply disturbed him. Just before he disappeared into the between, a pair of red eyes appeared beside his invisible head. “Hello 'brother',” purred a deep voice in a triangular ear just before the world went black.
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