Ok, I really want to say thankyou to those who reviewed! I'm really glad you liked Aleera as I was I bit worried about that. Ive been asked where I got her name and I got it from Van Hesling, she was one of dracula's brides. Depending on how well this goes I may be writing Harry Potter stories so look for those. This chapies kinda short, but here you go!
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Willy Wonka shot up in bed. "rum!" he exclaimed. He shook his head, he really needed to stop dreaming about being a pirate. That was when he heard the scream. He tilted his head to the side, brown hair falling in his face as he listened. From down the hall he could hear crying. wondering what was going on, he got up and walked down the hall.
The crying, it seemed, was coming from Aleera's room. He opened the door a crack, and looked in.
The bleam of light that came from the hall was the only lighting in the room. from the door, he could see Aleera sitting on her bed. He watched as sobs wracked her delicate frame. "star shine?" he asked. When she continued to cry he frowned. Puckering his brow he asked quietly "Aleera?"
She snapped her head up tears streamed out of the blue and green eyes. She trembled as if she were cold, her lip quivering as more tears fell. Willy walked into the room and stood next to her, violet eyes meeting bicolored. He reached out to touch her hair, but then pulled back. That's her hair, he thought. And its probably full of germs and….such.
His cautions were all in vain though as the next moment she threw her arms around his waist and sobbed in the purple pajamas. He stiffened, his arms locked and his hands stuck out perfectly perpendicular from the rest of his body. Aleera didn't notice however. As she clung to the only thing she was familiar with. He wriggled his fingers before relaxing in the frightened girls grip and returning the embrace.
After she had calmed down a bit, she pulled away. "I've gotten you all wet." She said softly as she tried to brush the water stops off Willy's shirt. "wet like a water fall."
After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he giggled nervously and said. "wow…that was kinda weird."
She nodded and murmured "sorry."
"that's ok little girl" he said cheerfully. "it happens all the time!" this of course wasn't true but he really wanted her to feel better. She gave him a doubting look. "no really." He assured her. "little oompa loompas come up to me all the time when they get hurt. And when they cry, its just so heart breaking that I feel compelled to pick the up and hug them." He demonstrated with her pillow.
She snorted in disbelief and wiped her eyes.
After another few moments, he asked "so… why was Charlie's pet crying?"
" a dream," she said quietly "well a nightmare actually. They came for us again and we couldn't get away."
"who?"
"they destroy us all with no regard as to who else is affected. They kill you with their hate for your mind and give you pills to make you quiet. 'bad girl, sick minded child affected by the mother. Wean her away,' they say when they think I'm not there" she shivered. Her eyes held an animalistic like glow as they reflected the hall lights, her mind clearly else where. "and they're coming."