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The Hatter's Garden
by Pirate Turner
"Step into my garden. Don't mind the thorns. The poison is fast as you fall in death's arms. The pain is sweet, so go to sleep and dream your ever lasting dreams."
His voice sounded in her head like a lullaby; her eyes drifted closed. He smiled. His perfect, shining fangs dipped smoothly into her pearly white, fragile throat. He drank his fill, then let her body go and tossed his top hat down onto her. He settled in to sleep, now sated, while it ate. There'd no be sign left in morning's light of the latest to fall into Wonderland.
The End