Down The Rabbit Hole

Crimson eyes widened at the shrill sound that just escaped the tiny human.

She balled her tiny porcelain fists, bracing herself for what was to become her soon-awaited fate. The curiosity and hunger that emitted out of the creatures wine-red eyes sent shivers down her spine, making her bones feel like an overly taut wire about to snap in half.  The adolescent pulled her white gloves tighter around her hands, yanking them at the wrist in fear of losing them. She sought an absolution, gritting her perfectly-white fangs as the ground trembled below her, indicating the creature was stepping closer. If only that idiot hair and useless manservant of hers were here to unleash her ultimate powers, so she wouldn't be caught amidst in this whole mess firstly. 

The lumbering canine bounded up to the long-haired girl, the ground trembling underneath them.

Amethyst hues quickly averted from the strange... creature as she took slow, measured, and calculated steps backwards from the pleading red orbs and the snowy white mane. Her sense of equanimity began to falter, as she began to panic when the strange thing began breathing down her face, her strong persona ripping into petty shreds. Letting out a strange squeak of terror, the young girl fell down onto the hard ground below. She hissed at the thing, wondering why such a weird thing was prowling about in a place like this.

Holding hands like that made the two look like a fairly young - and normal - couple.

Hunger was not something an adolescent like herself could easily cope with, and neither was being humiliated. That fair dust of pink soon deepened to a rich crimson as his soft lips brushed her white-gloved hand, taken aback at first at the sudden encounter. She was about to yank away for a second time, until a thought crossed her mind. He was her servant, was he not? He should be doing this all the time, yes? So why was she getting so flustered...?

Oz knew - from the look of her face and the tone of her voice - that Alice wasn’t really telling the truth. She was quite upset and the cause of it was him. She didn’t like to be left alone and he didn’t really enjoy letting her alone either. 

Taken aback by the sudden switch of mood, she widened her eyes as the boy grasped her small, pale fingers within his firm grip. She wanted to yank away, but something inside her refrained her from doing so. The atmosphere, the look on his face-- something about this felt really nostalgic to the girl. She just gazed into his deep emerald hues, frowning a bit, tiny tints of crimson still brushing her fair cheeks.

“Okay!”

What was a 'bon appetite'? Was that another delicious type of food? Restraining herself, the girl suppressed her curious nature, just for a moment, so she could soak in the delicious aroma. It swirled around her, taunting her, until the chain couldn't take it any longer. She grabbed the succulent pieces of meat by the handfulls, stuffing them in her small mouth one by one. Ruthlessly tearing apart the meat with her razor fangs, she had nothing but meticulous intentions with the food in her mouth. Grinning as she feasted, the girl wouldn't stop until everything on her plate was deliciously consumed and inside her.