Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything belongs to both Tim Burton and Roald Dahl. This is a small fic I've been wanting to do for a while. Don't flame, or kill me, please. It's my first one, ever. .
This is a mix of both Tim Burton's version and mine. With slight twists, and turns.
This is mature for a reason. And has many adult themes to it. If you don't like this, please turn back and run away as quickly as you can.
Now I will tell you what I've done for you
50 thousand tears I've cried
Screaming Deceiving and Bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me
(I'm going under)
Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once
Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom
I'm dying again
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under
Blurring and Stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
I'm dying again
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
So go on and scream
Scream at me I'm so far away
I won't be broken again
I've got to breathe I can't keep going under
The large envelope was thrown into the trash, once carrying a Russian magazine. It was new, and just came in the mail. Ordered specially printed in English, making it several pages thicker. But, that only made it better.
On the cover was a young girl, maybe twenty. Standing in a bright pink nurse's outfit, and holding a plastic knife in the air. Everything about her was sexual, which meant one thing. This magazine was not meant for the eyes of children. Much less married men.
But this man was neither. Child at heart, yet a cold hearted bachelor. If you wanted to say that. Mr.Willy Wonka was never with a woman. Nor did he think he ever would. So he resorted to a simple magazine for sexual expression.
As he sat at his desk, amidst a large round room, he turned the pages. Finding nothing to his liking, yet.
The room was a deep lilac, with dark violet ceiling and floors. A cabinet stood not to far away, holding books and papers. Nearby was a large bed. It could possibly hold three people without touching anything but the sheets. Four poster, it was. Made of dark wood, and twisting to make branches that made the canopy. The sheets where made of the softest rogue velvet. Blending into the dimly lit room perfectly.
His face was cast in shadows as the top hat tipped on his head slightly. It was in the early morning, before the sun had risen when he went to get his mail. Now just barely sitting down at his desk.
He paused, turning back a page and staring intently. A smirk finding his plush pink lips.
She was wearing a top hat over her own head, hair up in an elaborate bun. A large swirled lollipop was held in her hands, tongue reaching out tentively to taste. Oh, how he could imagine...
Her top half was covered in a tight corset, breasts pushing up against the fabric. She was sitting in a chair, black skirts ruffled to her mid thigh, legs spread wide, yet hiding everything. She wore an intriguing pair of knee high boots. The heel must have been four inches high, in a stiletto fashion.
Luscious red lips parted for the pink tongue, and William Wonka could barely contain himself as he flipped the next page to find her once again.
The words, in deep red, in cursive at the top.
Lady Autumn
In this one, she was dressed a Lolita. All ruffles and silk. A unicorn lollipop sucked into her luscious lips. She had a stuffed teddy bear in her arm, looking in an evil way both Innocent and seductive.
He smirked, one ungloved hand moving between his legs as he relieved his pressure.
"Ha! I told you," Her tongue peeked from her lips at the girl walking down the street next to her. She felt suddenly giddy, complete happiness. And, she couldn't figure out why.
Maybe it was the new town. The new scenery. Maybe it was because it was the chocolate capital of the world. Maybe it was the chocolate. Or, maybe it was the chocolate factory that was just a few blocks in the distance.
The town was small, much smaller than her home town in Russia. Stores and small shops lined the streets. A home or two soon after. The sidewalks where empty in the town. Seemingly a ghost town, as she listened the her short-time best friend babble about how the next photo shoot was going to be exhilarating.
But, as it would seem, Autumn McKain was not listening. And instead was looking around at the scenery. There was a small, child's park down the street to her left as she crossed at the stop sign. And a bakery that they soon passed was filled with sweets; donuts, cinnamon cones, French bread. There was a shop that was selling books, and Autumn found herself stopping and looking through the frosted windows.
Earning a glare from the store owner, and her friend, Autumn soon was walking and tuning out the female next to her.
She was fairly pretty, a long time model for three different magazines. She had platinum blonde hair, and intense blue eyes (which where now hiding under a pair of glasses). Autumn knew this girl for about a year, and had learned many things from her. After all, Alleara had made things seem so easy for the younger model.
Autumn interrupted, giving a small chuckle as the other female nearly tripped over the sidewalk crack. "Let's get some coffee. I need to thaw out some," She earned herself a grin from the opposite female, and they started to retrace their footsteps to the coffee and tea shop they had just passed.
Autumn had found herself sitting in the warm shop just seconds after. Unbuttoning her jacket slightly as she looked over at the blonde sitting across from the table.
Boy, she's certainly a talker, Autumn grinned. Laughing at the other female, who was now looking confused.
"I was just thinking," her Russian accent ringing in a tiny whisper," That you like to talk. A lot. And can barely keep your mouth shut!"
The blonde laughed," Sorry. It's just I get so excited and worked up over little things. I mean, when I first started out, I was so amazed. And I still am!"
"You'll certainly get used to things," Autumn said. She stood, shedding her jacket and standing. "What do you want? My treat," Alleara gratefully accepted, and asked for a wild cherry tea, and chocolate covered cake.
This was no problem, since Autumn herself usually bought tea, though it was meant to be light. No strong like the wild cherry herbal stuff.
She stood at the counter for just a minute before the waitress gave her a kind smile and asked her to sit down. "I'll bring it to you guys, it's not a problem." Autumn, smiling and giving a small blush of embarrassment, moved to her table and sat down.
"God, England so much more different than home." Alleara smiled, reaching over and patting Autumn's velvet gloved hand.
"Home sick so soon?" Alleara looked concerned.
"Afraid so," Autumn laughed. Moving to lean her elbow on the table and resting her pale, heart-shaped face on her hand. "I've never…Been out of the country without my parents. And…I dun no, I've just been feeling bad for leaving them on Halloween for a photo shoot."
"Their proud of you, Autumn. And they wouldn't mind it at all. I mean, look at you! You're becoming famous…"
"I don't think I want to be famous," she laughed. Causing the other female to grin.
The tea was set on the table, and Autumn gave the kind waitress a grin. Saying a soft 'thank you', before she left to her post.
Taking a sip of the cinnamon flavored tea, Autumn found herself reminiscing over the past two years.
After art collage in New York, Autumn drifted back to Russia. Visiting her family and friends, but never did she realize she was going to be staying for good. After a fight with her three-year boyfriend, she gave up on art. Started to work at a local pub for money, and making posters for local bands.
Soon after she was serving a young man his drinks, and he stopped her. Giving her a card and left.
Warily she called the number. Only to find it was a huge modeling agency for dark artists. Over-come with joy she took a photo shoot, and within two months, was shown in three magazines. Each one showing off her love for all things dark, yet innocent.
She quit her job at the pub. Stopped making the band posters for spare change and started back into her art. Selling them was not a problem, now. And was finding herself in a fairly furnished condo.
This happened over a year back in Russia, and soon after she was introduced to Alleara. Becoming fast friends they hung out daily. Called one another almost every day. Even hung out with one another's long time friends.
Alleara knew everything about Autumn, her friends, and her family. And it was likewise for Autumn to Alleara. Both girls found themselves thinking the same thing about the other.
They where more alike than they ever knew.
A tall figure moved from the doors of the 'famous' chocolate factory. A small, lanky boy following him out the gates and onto the streets. Both where deep in conversation about a surprise. For who?
Charlie Buckets mother, none-the-less. After all, her birthday was coming up, and for once Charlie found himself wonder what to get her. He even tried asking what she wanted, but her reply was that she 'already had everything she ever wanted'.
But, this was not what the young boy wanted to hear. Oh, no. Charlie insisted that Mr.Wonka come with him to help out. After all, Willy didn't go out unless it was a nice, cold day. Where everyone was likely to be inside their houses, by a fire with a cup of hot cocoa.
Charlie sighed with a hint of annoyance. "And then she said she didn't want anything. Saying she had everything she ever wanted in life! I don't want to get her something…Stupid, either!"
The much older man smiled, clicking his tongue lightly as he walked down the street. "Flowers?" Willy asked
"Too plain."
"A teddy bear?" He sighed.
"What's a full-grown woman going to do with a teddy bear?"
Willy could imagine several things, but kept them to himself as he swung his cane in front of him. Today was nothing out of the ordinary. Just a small twist, when he walked out of his room to find Charlie. Pleading with him to help.
Today, didn't feel much different. Nope. Not in the slightest.
After all, he was dressed in his usual wear. Usual glasses, and usual cane.
His coat was long and burgundy. With black faux fur around the wrists, neck and hem. Under it was a simple violet silk shirt, and black vest. His shirt was tucked loosely into his black dress pants. Shoes shined with perfection. After all, even Willy Wonka can relive his favorite Era.
His unusually pale face stood out amongst the vibrant colors. His long, past the shoulder, chocolate colored hair was tied back in a ponytail. As it always was. His eyes where hidden under a pair of black tinted glasses. Top hat shading his face from the peering eyes.
Charlie was rambling about the gift. Worried and worked up over something so small. It nearly made the famous Willy Wonka laugh.
"Lets get some hot chocolate and talk this over in a comfortable Shoppe, eh?" Willy smiled kindly, opening the door to the local Coffee and Tea shop. It was nicely furnished. With black marble floors and small tables in front of the widows, on one side was a table that Willy knew personally. After all, when ever he had to think, he would come here to get some fresh air and a decent cup of tea.
But, to his dismay, it was taken. Shrugging it off slightly Willy moved to a table in front of the window. Glancing around a bit before sitting. Charlie was admiring the room filled with sweet scents as he stood to take his coat off.
It was at this moment that the female behind him stood, and Charlie knocked his elbow into the girl. Causing a loud crash of china on the floor.
Willy jumped, and Charlie was quick to snap around. Already his apologies filled the air. He looked at the older female, "I'm terribly sorry, ma'm. I didn't see you. I swear-"
The girl chuckled, leaning down and picking up the broken cup. Luckily it was only in two pieces, and the saucer was still in tacked.
"It's okay. Everyone makes mistakes!" She stood, smiling. Autumn shook her head. "Just sit down. I understand it was an accident."
Willy's mouth nearly hit the floor. No, it couldn't be. It was déjà vu. After all, it was just this morning he was...
She was even more beautiful in person. Her long black hair falling in soft waves down to her mid-back. Black skirt hanging low from her thin hips, and falling just past her boots. Her upper half was covered in a tight corset, very much unlike the one in the magazine. This one was clipped together in the front. And hid her breasts carefully.
She had the most amazing lips. Plush and pink. Reminding him of the licorice lips he made for Valentines Day. Her unusual silver eyes wandering from Charlie and to him.
It was like the wind was knocked from him then, and he couldn't speak. Barely could even breathe. She gave him a small smile, nodding her head to both males before turning and walking to the front reception for a new cup and a refill. The waitress was quick to clean it up and place in an order, telling Willy and Charlie that they needed to pay for the cup.
But Autumn interrupted. "It was my fault. I'll pay for it." She reached into the purse at her side, and handed the woman the amount needed.
"No, really. It's okay," Willy said in a hurry, standing and pushing Autumn's money back into her hand. Autumn looked surprised and watched Willy for the cup.
She smiled, and Willy nearly melted in his chair. "Thank you, sir."
She sat back down, resuming her cup of tea.
