When Alice Liddell arrives in Storybrooke, she only hopes for one thing: to find her parents whom she was separated from long ago. What she does not expect is to find secrets. Buried ones that could lead to her demise. Friends who are all very suspi...
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Cruella stumbled in her high heels as she waited for Ursula and Rumpelstiltskin to appear. Maleficent had just recently reappeared, and she was definitely not drunk enough to deal with that problem.
Instead, she pulled her fur closer to her and almost screamed when she heard a voice behind her.
"Nothing says making friends like meeting in a snowy graveyard at two in the morning." Rumpelstiltskin said, his arms crossed against the cold. "Oh hush. Nothing says love like following the bookworm around." Rumple glared at her and she rolled her eyes.
"Can we hurry this up, I'm starting to feel like a popsicle." "More like a frozen fish stick." Cruella muttered before she turned to the headstone in front of her.
"Horace and Jasper have informed me that my dear Alice has been gallivanting about with that deliciously-damaged Hatter." Rumple rolled his eyes and strolled to her side.
"Why not let her be...we do have a lot of other important things going on right now." Cruella glared at him. "So who is this, then?" "Priscilla." "That's great. Have fun talking to dead people. I'm going home." Ursula said, starting away. "Jefferson's wife. You never do let me finish a sentence." Ursula pursed her lips and glared at her.
"Unfortunately the only way I can bring her back in with the help of the Dark One." Rumple exhaled deeply. "If I do this, will you focus on the plan?" "Of course darling, she will do all the work." Rumple exhaled and raised his hand, casting at the ground that lay below the headstone.
At once the ground began to rise, snap, and shake. Soon, two hands revealed, attached to two arms and a head of orange curls appeared. The woman pulled herself from the hole and held a frightened look upon her dirt stained features.
After spitting out a considerable amount of dirt, she spoke. "J-Jeff-." Cruella took her hand and pulled her from the dirt pile.
"Hush darling. We will make sure you get to your beloved husband...and Alice will be mine."
Alice
"I promise that's the last box Alice. Now come here." Ruby said, as I placed the last box down in the room that Ruby had assigned to herself. I left it on the bed and walked back to the hallway to locate Ruby. She hollered again from further down the hall behind a closed door.
"Alright Alice. Close your eyes and open the door." "Ruby I gotta go soon. I don't have time for a prank." I called. "Just do it." she grumbled. I shook my head, closed my eyes, and opened the door.
"Alright, open." I opened my eyes to blue gray walls and Ruby smiling. "What's all this?" I asked, stepping into the room. "Your room. I hope you like it. I got all the furniture at the thrift store, just the way you like it." I stared in awe at the dresser, vanity and bed. The bed had a blue quilt on it, and the dresser held a few pictures Ruby and I had taken in the past two weeks that we had been working on the house.
