Fic: R - Stayne/Alice "Poor Child" - Prologue
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland 2010
Rating: R ( M )
Warning: Explicit content, do not read when under 18.
Pairing: Alice / Stayne
Genre: General/Angst/Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Au: I know I'm also writing 'A Matter Of Smallness' and I have more stories in queue... but this fic happened spontaneous and I felt like uploading it. I started writing this idea a few days ago and I really couldn't wait any longer to share this with you. It's quite angsty. You can expect a Dark Tarrant to join in on the story later on. I hope this idea will work out the way I've had it in mind. Next chapter will be StaynexAlice smut/lemon so I already warn you. Enjoy! { And if you like it review :P }
Poor Child
Prologue:
"Be careful, sweetheart."
Helen Kingsleigh stood at the door and looked at her daughter who was slipping on another boot. Outside the weather was dreary and rain kept falling out of the sky. But Alice was determined to visit her grandmother.
"If I go and get that vase today we can have it cleaned and wrapped up tightly in ribbons for tomorrow." She said proudly and fastened a clip in her hair. She looked at herself admiringly in the mirror.
Her mother kept silent and watched full of worry. "Make sure you'll be back before ten o'clock." Alice nodded her head and smiled.
"I'll tell grandma not to claim me for too long."
She darted around and swiftly placed a kiss on her mother's cheek. "Oh my, It is raining cats and dogs out there." Alice held up her hand towards the sky as if it would shield her.
"You can wait till tomorrow." Her mother tried but Alice shook her head and smiled brightly.
"No, it's okay. I could do with a little walk. And I don't mind being wet. Let's pretend that the sun is shining."
Helen could feel her heart clench inside her chest. Somehow she didn't like the feeling that had crept onto her back and was now leering at her daughter. She grasped at the mental imagery of a beast that clawed at her little girl. But nothing met her hand. It was just a bad feeling, nothing more.
Helen closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "All right." She had to let the feeling slip away from her. After all, Alice wasn't a small girl anymore but she was now a young adult. She could have been married.
Instead she would sail the world. Something Helen had liked to do herself but couldn't. She closed her eyes and thought of how Charles had been her saviour. He had introduced her to new worlds, he had given her wealth and a family. She opened her eyes again just in time to see her blonde daughter dart out of the house. Her hand reached out but the girl had disappeared already.
"Alice!" Mrs Kingsleigh yelled in vain. "Be careful!"
Some of the maids casted an annoyed glance at her before they continued with their chores. Helen brought a fist up to her mouth and looked around her own hallway. With comforting thoughts that didn't calm her nerves she went into the living room again.
It would be far past midnight that dear Alice would return.
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Iracebeth held out her jug and gurgled the beer inside her mouth.
Her company laughed loudly and imitated the ritual with great jest. The inn in which they were halting from their journey proved to be filled with jolly people who liked a joke and a good pint. Only Stayne seemed slightly irritated but the ex-queen didn't notice this. She was far too busy and already tipsy to notice anything apart from when her glass was empty.
"Fill it! More!" She shouted to the waiter who immediately obliged. Although they had been sent to the outlands they hadn't left empty handed. Iracebeth had brought with her enough money to spend the rest of their lives in luxury.
'It is a shame,' Ilosovic thought frequently, 'that I'm stuck with her. Otherwise I could have lived the life of a king.'
He had hoped that the hell he'd been living in would have come to an end as soon as the White Queen had seized the throne. But how wrong had he been. He was left with absolutely nothing but the things he dreaded the most. The Red Queen, her love for him, her hatred for his attempted betrayal and the knowledge that he had lost his chance on a happy future as he had so often planned it. Knighthood, Kingship, Um, Family, Heir.
He cracked his own knuckles loudly in frustration.
One, he had no king or queen to work for and who could provide him with a high status. Two, he had no options to become a king in this world. Three, Um had turned out to be Alice, she had shrunk and she had allowed him to be sent to the Outlands.
Somehow he wondered if the red-haired chap had more to do with it.
The idea of the girl in the arms of the hatter made him feel nauseous. How he despised that mad man.
Four, if he hadn't a lover he could not possibly have a wife. And without a wife he wouldn't have children.
'Um.'
He shook his head, his brilliant black manes dangling around his face.
'Alice.' He growled at the feeling of arousal that stirred his inner beast. Why was she always occupying his mind?
Five, a heir was a child he would have with his wife. But he had nothing to leave behind for his child. Yes, he could leave Iracebeth's money but he had to kill her first. He rubbed his own chin as he was lost in thought.
The only reason he hadn't killed her was that she unintentionally seemed to lead them to the core of his obsession. The White Queen had said so upon their leave.
He only wondered what his obsession actually would turn out to be.