Feeling the oxygen leave her lungs, her eyes closed with such a tightness, no one would be able to pry them open.

. . .

A distant ringing of an alarm clock, her eyes groggily open, a groan escaping her form as she sits herself up.

Another day. Another twisted dream.

Her body hit the ground, like her body dove into the bed of fall leaves that decorated the ground.

On the other side was no more than darkness, holding her breath like she was drowning within water. Trying to break out from this realm, to cross back over. .

Alice's eyes shook. A hand placed over her mouth as she could only scream within her mind.

A wonderland , yet a _________ .

The prey, her parents and little brother.

Maimed, and made dinner by these creatures, these beasts.

She stepped away, tripping in the process.

Those creatures bit and chewed through the intestines, like some disgusting dish of spaghetti noodles.

Their hands cracked open their prey's ribcages, allowing them to pull their still beating hearts out.

Crushing them, and allowing their juices to fall delicately into their mouths.

Red eyes, disgusting and malformed faces of beasts. Their faces stained a scarlet ichor, hands drenched in a fresh red 'ink'.

Their claws sunk deep into the corpses of three. Intestines pulled out of victims who long had the light ripped out from their being, from their vacant eyes.

The woods were thick and dense the deeper she went inside of the woods.

Exploring more and more, reaching the deepest parts.

'SNAP' 'CREEACK!'

Loud, sharp noises. She peeked her eyes through the bushes, the sight bewildering.

"Don't venture too deep into the forest." They always said whenever she went out to go play, to explore.

Yet as she matured, she cast doubt upon their words.

One day she woke up, her family gone.

Finally, she decided to head deep into the forest, since no one was around to tell her otherwise.

/ blocked

Once she's done blessing it, she brings glass over.

". . . Want to see if that 'acid' works for you, then? Hell, you can toss it at me, I'll even drink it down, if you don't."

She stands, walking over to the cabinet to grab a fresh glass. Filling it with water, she grabs a teaspoon of salt. She mumbles to herself, more so she talks directly to the glass and water itself.

A gentle prayer, as she adds the salt into the water, in the shape of a cross.

She smashes the cigarette into the ash tray. Leaning in a bit.

"What do you think of that? You think I threw acid of some kind at them? Their ugly mugs were already diseased lookin', so I don't think that 'acid' did anything more than expose their true faces."

Her right eye cocks open, narrowed as she looks at Maeve. She goes searching for an ashtray, dumping some of the ash of her cigarette into it, before she takes another long drag. Spitting out smoke towards the window once more.

". . The liquid that I used to burn their faces."

"Once they spread the word to their boss, they'll be more worried about the one that killed, rather than the accomplice."

Eyes closed, thinking over the events like they were fresh in her mind, which they still were.

"As for the police, forget it. They wouldn't dare."

"Those men that stalked us. . They were night walkers. Vampires."

She eases her expression, looking at Maeve, then up at the ceiling.

"But, I wouldn't be surprised if you still doubted such supernatural existences."

"I'm certain you have questions for me. . As i have questions for you. . Don't think I didn't catch a glimpse of those beast-like claws. ."

Her eyes sharpen, narrowing as she looks at her with such a serious look.