When Sweetness Wears a Mask

by LadyMoncrieff

Emmanuelle is parentless, a girl who knows only of life in an orphanage. She has never tasted candy, but knows its every other secret. When she runs away from something for the first time, will she peek behind the mask? T for future themes

2. Parcel

Willy Wonka had never really found anything on his doorstep. Perhaps, once in his life, he had found a parcel, but nothing else. He kept to himself, and the world kept to itself. That was the way that life had gone for the past eight years, and he didn't have any intention of changing that.

However, someone else did.

Wonka was passing by his front door, for no particular reason, when he heard a soft yip and a considerably un-soft whump. He stopped, turned, and stared at the door for a moment.

He had a somewhat inquisitive nature. It had never failed him, constantly aiding him in finding a new flavor, or another delightful recipe. Today, it would lead him to something quite different.

Tentatively, he made his way to the door. He rarely ventured this far from the other rooms of the factory, and it almost frightened him to be there. Opening the door, he looked out across the empty lot, and saw nothing. Then, Wonka looked down.

There was a person there on the ground, a small person. Her hair was a lovely, dark auburn color, and her face was clear and fair. Long lashes brushed her cheekbones, inconspicuous in a doll's round face. A bruise was forming on one of those pale cheeks, no doubt from her contact with the door. Wonka had no idea why she had run into the door in the first place. It didn't seem like a very intelligent thing to do.

Of course, who was he to judge people's wisdom? He had employed people he couldn't trust, and they had stabbed him in the back.

Could he trust the poor, pathetic little thing on the ground before him? He didn't like trusting people. The only sort of people he had trusted over the last eight years were the Loompas, who were the most trustworthy people in the world.

Acting on a whim, he rested his cane against the wall and scooped up the girl, walking quickly off.

He left his cane against the wall.

A/N: Sorry it's so short! My brain's shot.

Anyway, a gift for my ONE AND ONLY REVIEWER:

Mlle. Opera Ghost- merp is my word! You shall never be able to steal it! AN I SPENT HOURS ON THAT ALGEBRA! But thank you!