Wonderland

~Bury Your Flames: Part lll~

" I don't understand!"

That was many people's first reactions. 

Annabelle sighed, frustrated with having to explain her plan over and over again. She didn't understand what there was to be confused by. She thought her plan was a good one. A brilliant one, actually. It was, to her at least, simple and effective. 

"So, what is it that you don't understand?" Annabelle asked impatiently. 

Alex then stepped forward and grabbed Annabelle's wrist, which calmed her immediately. "I think what they're trying to say is that they'd like you to explain it more in detail." The crowd murmured in agreement and Annabelle removed herself from Alex's grip. 

"But, what is so beyond your understanding!?" She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. 

"Why don't we just directly declare war?" A voice from the crowd called out. " It would be better to just do one direct attack instead of busying ourselves planning random sneak attacks that may not even work!" 

"It's because these monsters deserve so much more. If we declare a direct war, we'll end them too quickly! I want them to suffer for as long as possible, don't you? If we do multiple, random attacks they'll be forced to live in a constant fear. 

"They deserve far worse than that," Annabelle spat. "If we go to war directly, we'll just end them too quickly. Yet, if we do as I told you to, we can make them suffer slowly. After our first attack, which will be paradise compared to the hell that we'll unleash later, they will live in constant panic, wondering what we'll do next .They'll fear us. And when the time comes, we'll strike our final blow. And I assure you, it will lead us to our victory."She spoke so confidently, so boldly, that she didn't know how they could still question her.

"How can we win if they are thousands and we are hundreds?" Angela, a fresh witch, daughter of Amelia ,said, to which Annabelle gave a harsh laugh.

"I can't believe you right now. Look at you!" she yelled exasperatedly, her hand gestures becoming more and more erratic. "I finally tell you I'm ready to go to battle with you, and now you act like you don't want to fight. You look pathetic and scared. Do I have to remind you who, what we are? They call us monsters,wicked, and they have all the rights to. We are ferocious and violent and cruel. We. Don't. Back. Down." she paused, turning her head to look at one of the oldest vampires, Simian, and continued. "Simian, how many people have you killed in the night of 25 April 1999, when you traveled on that boat to London?"

"The entire damn crew," Simian said with an arrogant smile. "Sixty five bastards."  

"Amelia," Annabelle called again, making all of the heads turn in the witch's direction. "How many hexeshave you learnt to cast?"

 Another wicked smile came with the response. "145. And I'm still learning.""And the list goes on.

"Each and every one of us is powerful. We're the impious. We're the powerful ones,not them. I will not stand by and watch you hide in shadows and mist," their leader paused again, lettinganother heavy seconds of silence pass by before continuing. "The question is: are you with me, or not?"  

They were.

They plotted each and every one of their moves.The fairies handled the manufacture of their weapons.The sorcerers channeled all of their magic to create necklaces or rings or any accessory of some sort thatwould provide every fighter a magic shield of protection.The vampire and the werewolves would be the main and primary soldiers. Sure, fairies and sorcerers wouldfight, too, but vampires and werewolves were the most dominant. They focused on their strength. 

As for Annabelle, she did what a leader does. She handled the planning and the development. She was thechoreographer.But still, it seemed like there weren't enough soldiers, like her plan was not as well settled and designed asshe hoped it would be. She needed something more brilliant, a much more twisted mind to work its magicand make her idea catch a better shape. And she knew exactly where to find it.Thus, one day, she went to Alex, brought Emmett and the witch Amelia along, and told them what theyneeded. 

"We need the Mad Hatter."

A/N

so THATS why I named it "Wonderland"