Welcome to wonderland

The girl with blonde hair looked up at the full moon in the sky with an awe as she played with her amulet of a crescent moon. She was seventeen, so young, so full of life. Softly she sang under her breath, singing songs that reminded her of her lost childhood. Most people would lxvx to have her life, so vibrant, intelligent and kind.

And then it was happening again.

Silvia's hair started to change color, from the pale blonde that gleamed in the moonlight to the dull black carbon color, and her eyes darkened to almost black with a twinge of insanity to them. "Come on Mr. Rabbit, where have you gone?" Alice called, looking around the dull street and tying her hair back with the white ribbon then smoothing out her smock. (She wasnt wearing this attire before) Out of the shadows there was this slow thumping sound. thump...thump.... THUmp.... THUMP. The sound increased as it approached, hiding in the easily found shadows of the night, except a half decomposed paw. "There you are Mr. Rabbit, let's have some fun." She said, putting her hands on her hips, feeling her knives, just double checking. She picked the rotted rabbit up and it nuzzled her arm as they walked through the streets of the town.

Mr. Rabbit snuggled up happily in Alice's arm as she was mumbling nonsense. "Me! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land." She mumbled, eyes scanning the streets. Ah mxrdxr, how did she lxvx thee? As she held Mr. Rabbit with one hand, she unsheathed her meat cleaver with the other. It shinned in the moon light, her reflection frail and sickly in it. The bags under her eyes were dark, for unlike her counterpart enjoyed the nightlife and rued the moments she had to take a slumber needed for life in her sickeningly human body. She wished, if such things existed, a vampire come and bite her neck when she was in control. Not that silly girl so there would only be Alice. Alice, Alice, Alice. After a while Alice stopped her babblings and looked at the once white rabbot. "What do you think Mr. Rabbit?" ALice said, grinning. Alice craved entertainment as she walked through the streets. Maybe she could find some old coot who lived on the streets and slit his neck. She craved bloodlust more then she craved food or Mr. Rabbit sometimes. She soon saw a girl in the street, mumbling to herself. "Why don't you go visit her, Mr. Rabbit." Alice said. (Idea for this XD)

Mr. Rabbit hopped over to her and twitched his little zombie rabbit nose to say Hello. Alice followed the rabbit. "So this is who you were worried about? It's okay." Alice cooed to the zombie, petting its back.

"I'm Alice." Alice giggled, acting all sweet as she took out her meat cleaver and smiled at her reflection in it then looked back at the Russian girl.

Alice grinned as Mr. Rabbit jumped out of her arms, walking towards the russian girl. "What's your name bitch?" She suddenly snarled, baring her teeth at the girl.

"Us?" Alice said, cocking ehr head to the sighed, looking even more out of it then usual. Mybe she's like us. An almost silent voice in Alice's head whispered. Mr. Rabbit hopped closer, snarling.

"Just a little fun" Alice giggled as she walked closer and unsheathed her meat cleaver.

Mr. Rabbit lost it at that point, he was no normal zombie rabbit, he could mutate himself to five times his size. There was an aweful sound of bones cracking, expanding and skin tearing as Mr. Rabbit grew, growling as foam dripped out of his mouth. "Good job Mr. Rabbit." Alice said, rubbing the wrabbits back.

"Why don't you paint the roses red?" Alice replied to that as she approached, meat cleaver in one hand, butcher knife in the other. Her multicolored cogs worked in different directions as she walked closer to the girl.

Alice pouted, seeing the girl jump. "Don't you want to have some fun?" Alice whinned as she tried to follow the but then... it was happening again. The hair changed by to a shimmery blonde, her eyes lightened and the bags disapeared under then, then finally the clothes she was wearing and the knieves disappeared.

Silvia didn't look up at the girl but she fleed as fast as she could. A white kitten with blue eyes and a pink bow following her as she ran.

(Maybe we fast foward when Dima meets Silvia?)