Chapter 1: Alice
“Alice!” … “Alice!”
I heard my name being called; I heard her panting and footsteps. Red is always looking for me, but when she finds me, she just sits there shyly, or she blushes and won’t speak.
“Yes, Red?”
She contemplates her answer for a moment. It’s almost as if she forgot her purpose while frantically calling my name.
She stutters, “I-I-I… I n-need you-r he-elp… w-with… m-my bow…” She hands it to me with her pale hand.
It looked bright compared to her beautiful pale skin. Black and red always looks good on her.
“Yes, Red.” I take the bow from her hand, and she shivers against my touch. She’s not my relation, but it seems so. We’re both pale, we are both small, and we both have the same voice. In contrast to my blue eyes, hers are a reddish brown. My hair is angel blonde, but hers is jet black. She’s a succubus and I a vampire. After I found her feeding off a man, she stuck by my side. Both of our histories are painful and terrifying to most.
I tied the bow to her hair just the way she likes it. She turned away from me when she blushed; I always find it cute when she does that. One thing that makes her do it more is when I pluck a rose from the garden and leave it on her pillow with my cards of hearts. When she returns the cards, she can’t look at me and her cheeks are rosy red. Her stuttering gets worse, but that’s cute too.
“Would you like to go have tea in the garden with me?” I ask innocently holding out my hand for Red to take.
She nods and softly takes it. I sometimes wonder if she’s trying to lure me in like she does to other people, but I doubt that the second it pops in my head. The way I can tell when she lures someone is if her eyes glow redder and her body instantly gets fuller. Of course, the person wouldn’t notice until she took off her coat. She usually undresses herself to keep the blood off her clothes. Now, however, she seems to be careful enough to leave her dress on. I can’t argue its better when she’s messy. The blood all over her hand, smeared across her chest, and splattered on her legs always heated the blood in my veins. When she’s done, I wipe her blood-stained lips with mine, and she blushes.
In the garden, we sit down at a table with a white tablecloth and a tea set with purple flowers painted on it. I start to talk about Chesire Cat visiting us tomorrow. She loves spending time with him, they’re inseparable sometimes. Her face brightens instantly, and a shy smile spread across her face.
