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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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Chapter 8
Hatter looked up at the sound of giggling from below his window. Grabbing his towel he wiped his hands and moved to the glass. The light drizzle of rain made a soothing sound as it hit the balcony as he went outside. Below him he could see Tempest twirling and laughing in the middle of the court yard. She stopped and faced the castle, something must have drew her attention from under the shelter. She laughed again and started to talk to however was there.
That was his daughter, constantly happy. At least she seemed to be for the week she'd been here. He smiled as he watched her throw a cloud of mud at the person taking shelter. When she ducked and headed for the maze, Alaric following her, he was reminded of Alice and that day in the maze. Tempest not only looked like Alice but her personality was the same. Sure she had moments when she was like him, but over all she was more like her mother.
He spent as much time with Tempest as he could since she first arrived. He showed her around as she told him of everything. And when he wasn't with her, Tarrant noticed that Alaric was there. It seemed as if the young White Prince was taken by his daughter. Well, not just him. Every man they met seemed entranced by Tempest, just like it had been with Alice.
As the two disappeared into the tall green walls of the maze throwing mud, Hatter turned to the projects he had been working on. For so long he had tried to lose himself in his work; sewing until he passed out. He tried to push Alice from his mind, tried to repress any thought of her, but nothing worked. His eyes focused on the box resting upright on his bookshelf, the only thing that was completely clean, the exact way it had been when he had gotten it.
With shaky hands he picked it up, slowly lifting the lit. Inside, shinning with newness, was the sewing set Alice had given him as a wedding gift. He read the words on the scissors for the millionth time. For my forever love, A. Tears formed behind his eyes.
"I miss you, Alice." He whispered, replacing the box on the shelf and turning back to his projects. But once again his eyes were drawn to the dress standing across from him. The last dress he had been working on for Alice. The dress he started right after their return to the castle so she could return to Overland.
He shook away the images of that day, fighting the madness in him. It was becoming so hard to fight. So hard to fall to his desires of having his family. With his madness Alice was here, right beside him, tempting him with those delicate hands of hers. Even after eighteen years of Overland time, he could still feel her skin against his, the warmth of her touch. He could still taste the deliciousness of her kisses. Oh, what he would give to taste her lips, feel her touch again.
It wasn't fair! He had given everything to Underland and yet everything was being taken away from him. His clan, his homeland, his mind, his wife, his daug…
'No,' A distant voice in his mind that sounded like Alice spoke. 'You have her. Tempest is right outside, laughing and playing. She's here and then, once this fight is over, I will come back. And we'll be together forever.'
Hatter took a deep breath, hand moving to touch the necklace he always wore. The voice was right. Tempest was here and that meant Alice would return and they will be together again. But, he couldn't help thinking, when will that be and how long will it last?
"Agh!" Tempest cried out, laughing as she dodged another mud ball. She grabbed onto the maze wall and flung herself around another corner, dipping to pick up more mud. She turned and drew back her arm, still laughing. Just as Alaric rounded the corner she threw the mud, scoring a hit dead center.
"Tempest!" Alaric growled looking down at his mud smeared white shirt. He looked up at her growing laughter only to see her running off again. She paused at the end of the row.
"You walked into that one." She called back, biting her lip.
Alaric narrowed his eyes and bent to scoop up a load of mud. "And you'll walk into this." His grin was evil as he drew back his arm.
Tempest gasped and ducked just as he threw the mud. It splattered against the wall of foliage behind her. She looked back at it then back at him, only to squeak when she noticed he was running at her with another handful of mud. Laughing again she took off, weaving further into the maze.
"You're going to pay!" Alaric called from behind her, throwing the mud.
"And you're going to have to catch me first." She called back just missing the mud. Ahead of her was a dead end with lower part of the wall. Running faster, she prayed she'd be able to make it. The wind picked up behind her, pushing her. She jumped at the last second and was able to pull herself over. On the other side was a clearing decorated with a fountain, two benches, trees, and many faceless flowers. Quickly she hid behind one of the thick trees, trying to catch her breath.
Alaric stopped in shock at what he just saw. Tempest had just jumped twelve feet. How? He blinked and quickly started to climb the wall. Once he made it to the top he looked around the clearing, no Tempest. At least that he could see. With a grin he dropped down to the ground in a crouch, grabbing some mud as he stood. He made sure there was only enough to fit in his palm as he cautiously made his way to the center of the clearing. He knew what Tempest was planning and waited.
Sure enough, when his back was turned so that he was facing the fountain Tempest struck. She was quiet, he'd give her that but he still knew she was coming. He turned to face her, throwing the mud. It struck her in the middle, splattering all over her. Her shocked face was priceless but as he began to laugh she charged him. He shifted, grabbing her arms and pulling her into him. But her momentum caused him to take a step back, bumping his foot into the fountain with enough force it caused them to lose their balance and they fell into the fountain.
Tempest quickly broke the surface and gasped, laughing as she watched Alaric sit up. "Well, at least there isn't as much mud on you as before."
Alaric narrowed his eyes and splashed water at her. Again she cried out and splashed him back. They kept at it until he was able to grab her wrist and dip her back under the water. He quickly released her so she could come back up for air, but as soon as she did he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him.
"I caught you." He panted, face inches from hers.
Tempest grinned up at him, panting as well. "So it seems. What do you plan to do then?"
"I told you, you were going to pay." He stared down at her, eyes burning with desire.
Tempest's breath caught at the look in his eyes. Men had looked at her that way before but never had she felt… excited by it. She was too captured by the flames she didn't notice their faces were getting closer. And when his mouth claimed hers, she gasped, frozen in shock. That quickly wore off as he moved his mouth, his tongue running along her lower lip.
She moaned, eyes drifting shut as she opened her mouth to him. His tongue snaked into her mouth, seeking hers, and Tempest couldn't help but let him find it. She had never kissed a man like this, hell she'd never really been kissed besides some stupid idiot catching her by surprise. What was wrong with her? She never would act like this yet… it felt right. Especially when he began to lower her down, one hand moving to her lower back and the other resting against the bottom of the fountain. She found one of her hands drifting up to tangle in his long brown hair, her body resting on her other arm and his hand.
His kiss felt too good, she didn't want to stop but unfortunately she needed air. Apparently so did he because he pulled back a second after the thought entered her mind. His brown eyes still sparked with desire. There stared at each other for a long moment, a breath apart.
"Wow," she breathed, unable to handle the silence.
"Wow?" he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah… wow." She grinned.
"Hm," He looked down at her lips. "Let's see if I can get a different response." He began to lower his mouth again but she stopped him with a finger over his mouth.
"A different response? Was that the wrong one?" She raised an eyebrow.
Alaric chuckled. "No, it was a great reaction but I was hoping for something… more."
"Oh…" She drew the word out, a grin spreading over her mouth again. "You were hoping for some really girly reaction. Maybe a breathless sigh or eyelid flutter?" She demonstrated with exaggeration.
He laughed again. "A little less exaggerated but something along those lines."
"Well, I'm not exactly like other girls." She lowered her lids, looking up at him dreamily.
"No you're not." His grin was purely sensual.
"Then let me see if I can give you a more… desirable reaction." She gently pulled him closer, letting him claim her mouth. As their lips moved against each other, she pulled him lower into the fountain. It was hard to think with his tongue dueling with hers but she somehow managed it. Once she had him where she wanted, she flipped him into the fountain and jumped back.
Alaric sat up, gasping for air, and stared at her in shock. Tempest had climbed out of the fountain and currently stood with her hands covering her mouth, trying not to laugh. With a huff he tossed his soaking hair back away from his face. "That wasn't exactly the reaction I was expecting."
"Really?" She gave a false thoughtful look. "I thought it was very… desirable." She couldn't help but look down at his soaked white shirt. His chest was nearly fully bare through his transparent shirt.
"I have to admit," His lustful voice drew her attention back to his face. He wasn't looking at her face but up and down her body. "There were desirable results."
Temp raised an eyebrow then looked down to see her wet clothing clinging to her every curve. Her top was even transparent enough by the water her bra was showing. She peeped and crossed her arms over her chest, Alaric laughing at her dark blush. She narrowed her eyes at him and muttered, "Pervert."
"Oh, that's not fair." He stood, wringing the water from his shirt. Tempest's blush darkened even more when her eyes landed on his crotch, which showed even more of him now that his clothing clung to him. "You were just standing there, bare to my eyes."
"You didn't have to look." She snapped.
"Oh, but you are just too tempting." He grinned climbing out of the fountain, advancing on her.
Tempest took a step back at the strong look of desire in his eyes. He continued to advance on her until she was stopped by the maze wall. She kept one arm over her chest and held out the other to hold him off. But he didn't stop until he was close enough to cage her with his arms. Her blush darkened further as he lowered his head.
"Alaric," she breathed.
"Hm," He looked down at her with hooded eyes. "Do you know how often I think about kissing you?"
"Um…" she shook her head, her body frozen.
"Let's just say, it will take a long time to show you." He ginned when her eyes widened then captured her lips again.
Gods help her; she actually moaned when his lips took hers. She let her eyes drift shut and lean into him. When her arms began to find their way to his neck, she froze. She shouldn't be doing this. Kissing someone, a man she had just met, in a secluded area. This was wrong, but it felt so good. Groaning she pushed him back.
Her cheeks were bright red as she looked down at her feet. "We-we should get back." She ducked under his arm and headed for the exit.
Alaric stared after her for a moment before grinning and following her. This was going to be fun.
An hour later Tempest stood on her balcony, looking out over the charred remains of the once beautiful land. The rain had stopped and the sun was shining brightly. Her green eyes roamed for any sign that the world was repairing itself. When she found none her heart clinched in sadness. Why would anyone want to do this to such a magical land?
"This room once had a magnificent view of the Tulgey Woods." Tarrant spoke from behind her.
She turned and gave him a week smile. "Why did he do this?"
"The Red Prince?" He shrugged and joined her, leaning over the railing. "No one knows what drove him to do this. I believe that he is just as the Red Queen was, angry that his cousin is going to rule."
"Why do royals always feel the need to fight for power?" She mused looking back at the view.
"Why do people feel the need to fight for power?" He corrected and she nodded. A silence settled over them for a moment before he turned to her. "How do you like it here?"
"I love it." She grinned at him. "Everything is just as I imagined, except for the burning."
"Yes, the burning is not good." He shook his head and pointed out into the scenery. "Look there, you can just see Thackeray's home."
Tempest leaned closer, following the line his orange tipped finger created. "Oh, you can. At least the very tips of the chimneys." She looked away as her smile faded. "I went there when I first got here, you know."
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow at her, cocking his head to the side.
She nodded. "I wasn't sure how I knew my way but I found your tea party."
"Is it still there?" He sounded surprised.
"Yes, Alaric said you go there nearly every day. Have you not been there in awhile?"
"No, the last time I was there was five days ago." He looked back out at the view, anger darkening his eyes to an orangish green and his Scottish brogue came out. "Tha' bloody fire tha's been ragin' tha land ruined meh party. All of us, Thackeray and Mally's family, we wa' havin' such a great time. Soon we wa' fleein', barely made it out."
"I'm so sorry." This time tears formed in her eyes. She had almost lost her father without knowing it. "But… um… the area seemed to be untouched by the fire. Well, except for parts of the house."
"Thackeray will be happy about that." Tarrant sighed, anger receding. "I wish this would end. No more pain and no more suffering."
"As do I." Tempest sighed returning her attention back to the view. Everything was wrong! Shouldn't there be happiness when a threat is over? For at least a decade or a generation?
They stood in silence for a long moment before Hatter pushed off the railing, smiling at her. "Come, why don't you join us for a late training session?"
Tempest looked out once more at the burned view before turning to her father. "Sounds like fun." She took his offered hand and together they made their way to the back court yard.
Tempest sat on the wooden railing surrounding the sparring ring. She watched the current spar with amusement, cheering with the other knights. She winced as one of the knights sparing picked the other up and slammed him down. Many spectators cheered.
"That's enough." Alaric called, jumping into the ring. The winner helped the loser up and they shook hands. "Good job you two."
"Sir." They both bowed and moved to sit outside the ring.
Alaric looked at the rest of the men viewing the ring. "Who's next?"
"What about you?" Hatter called. "You haven't done hand-to-hand in a while."
"True." Alaric nodded and clapped his hands. "Who wants a chance at taking me down?"
"Not likely." The knight on Temp's left called. "You win every time."
"Oh, come on. Someone's got to want to throw a punch at me." He looked at all of them.
No one answered. Tempest noticed that all the soldiers looked away. They seemed torn by wanting to spar and not wanting to seem like they were eager to strike the prince. He may be a hard-ass during training but he was still their beloved prince and next ruler.
"I'll do it." She called cheerfully, jumping off the rail.
"What?" Alaric blinked at her.
"I'll spar with you." She kicked off her slippers while stretching.
Alaric laughed a little. "That's funny Tempest. Nice joke."
"No joke." She walked up to him and put her hands on her hips. "You asked for someone who wanted a chance at taking you down. That's me. Are you scared of losing to a woman?"
"I'm not afraid of losing to anyone." He narrowed his eyes. "I just don't want to hurt you."
"Oh, that's sweet." She patted his cheek. "But you should be more worried of what I could do to you." She took a few steps back and crouched into her fighting stance.
Alaric crossed his arms. "I'm not going to fight you."
"Oh come on, Alaric!" Hatter laughed. "This'll be fun."
"You're encouraging this?" The prince looked at the mad man, one eyebrow raised. "Shouldn't you be stopping her?"
"Nah," Hatter waved his hand lazily. "I wanna see what she's got. Right everyone?" The knights all cheered, giving cat calls and whistles. "There you have it."
Alaric shook his head and positioned himself a few feet from Temp. "I'm not going easy."
"Wouldn't ask you to." She shrugged.
"Ready?" Hatter called. They nodded. "Go!"
Know Alaric wasn't going to make the first move, Tempest sprang. She drew her arm back, ready for an easily blocked punch. But when she was about to throw it, Chessur appeared between them. She squeaked and skidded to a stop, nearly toppling the cat.
"Sorry about that, love." He grinned at her than looked to the others. "But this is urgent news. Prince Alaric, Hatter, Mallymkun, Talon, your presences are requested, immediately, in the war room." The cat looked back at Temp. "You are asked to come as well."
"What's going on?" Alaric asked.
Chess shrugged. "Not sure. Your mother just wants you all there." He nodded before disappearing again.
"Alright then, let's go." Mally called. The others nodded and headed for the castle. Tempest frowned and followed them. After giving the rest of the knights instructions, Alaric took up pace beside her. No one talked.
When they entered the war room Tempest couldn't help but stare. The room was huge, with books and maps and armor. In the center was a giant round table decorated with a map of Underland. With her jaw dropped, Temp slowly turned to take in the beautiful arches of the ceiling and the intricate design of the columns. Alaric gently grabbed her arm, forcing her to focus, and led her to an open seat next to where Hatter was now sitting. She sat and Alaric sat beside her, next to his father.
"What's going on?" Alaric asked voice grim.
"He's attacked again." Michael rolled his shoulders. "This time there were no survivors."
Some gathered began to curse.
"Where?" A white knight asked.
"On the border to Witzend." The king looked to Hatter. "It seems he wants to repeat the horror his mother had caused. And Jack's creature is willing to follow the Jabberwocky."
"What are we going to do?" Nivens McTwisp, the white rabbit, asked shakily while wringing his paws.
"We're gonna kill tha' bloody beast!" Thackery jumped in his chair, waving his ladle.
"How?" Mallymkun rubbed one of her ears. "We don't know what it is let alone who is meant to kill it."
"Mally's right." Talon nodded. "Without the Oraculum we can't know anything for sure."
"Oraculum? The calendar like thing that foretold of my mother killing the Jabberwocky?" Tempest just needed to clarify that was what they were talking about. When they all nodded she looked to Absolem. "So where is it?"
"Jack took it when he got into Marmoreal." Michael answered, anger very evident in his voice. "He keeps it locked somewhere in Salazen Grum."
"Has anyone tried to get it?"
"A few have tried but he recognizes everyone. And Chess can't even get into the castle." Alaric slammed his fist against the table.
Everyone was quiet again, each trying to figure out a plan.
"What if I go?" Tempest asked, a smile on her face.
They all turned to her.
"What?" Tarrant asked.
"What if I go to Salazen Grum and get back to Oraculum?" She turned from her father to Mirana. "Jack won't know who I am because he's never seen me before. If he's anything like the men I know from home then I can get close to him."
"No!" Bother Hatter and Alaric refused.
"Why not?" She looked at them with genuine confusion.
"It's too dangerous." Hatter replied.
"So was letting mom fight the Jabberwocky. But it was necessary, as is this." She countered matter-of-factly.
Hatter didn't respond. She had a very valid point.
"That doesn't matter." This time Alaric spoke. "You don't know anything about that man and you probably don't know how to properly defend yourself."
Tempest narrowed her darkening eyes. "You saying I'm too weak to do this?"
Alaric didn't even flinch, his anger at his cousin and his fear for her overriding his common sense. "And inexperienced."
"That's it!" She cried and stood, kicking her chair out behind her. She turned to face him as he stood and kicked his chair out of the way. "I'm tired of people like you thinking I'm too weak. I bet I can knock you down in less than a minute."
Alaric barked out a laugh. "Yeah right. I'm not fighting you."
"Then you are afraid you'll lose?" She taunted him.
He narrowed his eyes and went to grab he shoulder. Before he could blink she flipped him over hip and face first into the floor. He groaned and everyone, besides Hatter, stood in shock.
"I am not some weak little gi'l who needs protection. Meh mother trained me well." Her voice took on the slightest accent as she stared at him. Tempest let go of his arm and stepped back so he could stand.
Hatter let out a deep, bellowing laugh, causing everyone to turn to him. "You are just like your mother." He shook his head at her and turned to the now standing prince. "I made the same mistake doubting Alice and she knocked me down as well."
"That doesn't mean I agree she should go." Alaric rubbed his shoulder and glared at Tempest. Inside, however, he wanted to continue this little fight, just so he could feel her against him.
"I could keep kicking your ass of you'd like." She crossed her arms and returned his glare.
"You got me once but I wasn't expecting you to do anything. It would be very hard for you to do that again." He challenged her.
"Wanna try it?" She stepped up to him until they were an inch apart. "I can take you anytime, anywhere."
"Listen you-"
"Enough!" Mirana called with a chuckle. "You two can argue later. I agree with Tempest, she should go. But the decision is hers to make."
"I'll do it." Tempest didn't hesitate but paused to look at Hatter. "Dad, if you truly believe this is wrong then I won't do it."
Hatter lost his smile and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and released it slowly, than looked up at her with sullen eyes. "I agree that you are the best choice to go, but I do not want you to put yourself in danger." He gave her a fatherly smile. "The choice is yours to make."
"If I can help put Underland back to its rightful state then I will." She gave a big grin. "Besides, mom always said she pitied any man who tried to harm me."
Hatter chuckled at that. Everyone was in agreement, except for Alaric. He growled low in his throat but said nothing. Tempest made sure not to look at him as they all started to give her ideas on how to carry out her mission.
AN: Yes, I know I stole my maze scene but I just love writing them. I did it to also show how similar Alice and Tempest are. And I had to make Temp a kick butt girl, it just wouldn't seem right. Hope you liked, review please, critics welcome (but be kind) and I am happy to answer any questions you have. I do confuse myself sometimes and, therefore, am not surprised when I confuse others.
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