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.
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It was nearly a half an hour later that both Autumn and Alleara stood. Placing their money onto the table in a fit of giggles.
"I can't believe you!"Autumn said, slowly putting her long over coat on with a grin.

"What? He wanted your phone number, why not give it to him!" Exclaimed Alleara with excitement. "Besides, he was cute!"

"And? I'd rather have a nasty old man with a kind heart than a good-lookin' brat!"

"You're stupid! If he's attractive and nice, would you go out with him?"

Autumn rolled her eyes. "I don't think so. He was a blonde. I don't care for blondes." At her comment Autumn received a small punch in the shoulder. Both girls walking out of the tea shop with grins.

But before Autumn walked out, she stopped. Looking towards the table that held the intriguing man, and the small boy who bumped into her earlier. With a shy smile, she told her friend to wait for her, and moved towards their table. She couldn't tell if the man was watching her or not. His glasses covered his eye, and the black tinting made it hard to tell.

Stopping at the table, she wrung her hands slightly. "I'd like to thank you…For paying for the cup. It's nice to know there is a gentleman out there." She gave a small, barely audible chuckle and her eyes strayed to the small boy.

"And sweet lil' boys," she saw his cheeks turn a periwinkle pink and she couldn't help but grin in response.

It was in this instant that both males tried to speak.
"Well, I don't-"
"It's nice of you-"
"Why don't I-"
Autumn gave a small chuckle, blushing slightly and folding her hands in front of her skirt.
Both males turned their heads from glaring at one another to rest on Autumn.

Willy's mouth parted slightly, just staring at the beautiful creature who was now smiling at him. She looked so innocent. And so damn sexy! It was nearly frustrating.

"You're welcome. What's a gentleman to do when a beautiful woman is in trouble?" Willy Wonka watched her blush. She reached her hand out, lace gloves covering them.

"I'm Autumn McKane. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"William Wonka, you can call me Willy." He had every reason for impressing her. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss.McKane." It was a first, for both him and little Charlie Bucket to see his friend take a female's hand. And kiss it. It was very shocking for Charlie. And didn't know what to think.

Autumn gave a soft giggle, hiding her lips behind her laced hand as she watched his lips press themselves onto the back of her hand. How adorable!

"The Willy Wonka?" She asked slowly. Smirking from under her hand.

"The one and only, darling." This day kept getting stranger and stranger. Never had Willy spoken to a girl in such a way. Unless… Did Willy know this girl form somewhere? Maybe went to school with her?

Feeling a hot blush mount her cheeks, Autumn turned her head towards the little boy. "And you must be Charlie Bucket…"She assumed. A small, kind smile on her face as she reached her hand out. His hand was large for the small boy he was. Slightly boney, but he was a very sweet kid.
"My niece has articles about you on her wall. And a picture or two. She thinks you're a cutie. "

Charlie blushed, and Autumn leaned down. Giving him a small peck on the cheek. "I think I'd better be going. Before Alleara starts to complain. It was very nice to meet you both! Maybe I'll see you around."
She gave a small chuckle, and waved turning and walking out of the Shoppe.

"She gave you a kiss…" A jealous voice said, lips pouting slightly.

It was late in the evening when Autumn sat on a high stool in an office. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and the coffee in her hands warmed her once chilled body.

This was a normal day for a photo shoot for her. Nearly one o' clock in the morning, freezing and having a cup 'o Joe. So far, it was going on four hours of pure photos. Nothing different. A joke or two here, and a gentle tease there.

It was her turn, and she was grateful to get her last twenty shots over with.

Autumn moved silently towards the set. It was a large set. Dark maroon curtains hung in the back. As if it was a real stage. Two other girls where sitting up on chairs. Each one dressed as a burlesque dancer. One was dressed in bright lime green and black. With high boots, and lime streaked hair.
It reminded Autumn of the Lime-Sickles that she had eaten the day before. A Wonka candy she loved.

The other was dressed in candy pink and a light red. Boots high enough to give her a full foot to her height. She looked cute, with her feather fans and high bust. And Autumn nearly felt jealous.

Never could she be as pretty as this.

She walked onto stage, waving at the camera man who was grinning like a moron. He was new.
She was dressed in a deep purple. Her skirts ruffling over her middle thigh, and her hair in curls. She looked much younger than she should be, but it was for the pictures. Her hair curled around a tiny top hat onto of her head. A seductive grin was placed onto her lips as she placed one heel onto the chair, and slowly ran her hands up her boot to her skirts. Slowly rolling the skirts up.

It was like the camera man nearly forgot about the pictures, and started to take two or three.

"New places!" Someone shouted.

And Autumn found herself pressed against the 'pink' female, the lime green behind her. Lady Pink leaned down and placed a kiss on Autumn's lips, and Autumn blushed lightly. Knowing the camera caught it.

By the time she was finished, the stars lit up the night sky and held her gaze as she walked down the deserted streets. It was a beautifully chilling night. Eyes smiling, and face flushed from the changes in temperature. She loved it. Despite the cold, she loved how the stars twinkled down at her. How the breeze opened her jacket and brushed her hair out of her face and away from her sweating neck.

It was stressful and hot under the lights and cameras for three hours straight. And Autumn barely had a break in-between.

She stopped short ways from a gate nearly a block form her, and turned her head to see the sign at the end of the street she was on.

Cherry Street?

Panic swept through her and chilled her instantaneously. That was when a hand gripped her shoulder; it was like a bucket of water was doused on her.

She turned swiftly, to find that this was not someone she knew.

"Lost, darlin'?" His disgusting breath flew to her nostrils, and she backed away. Quickly lying.

"No, I just remembered something…"She turned quickly, practically running across the street. She looked over her shoulder, finding the strange man was not there. Giving a sigh of relief, Autumn moved towards the street she thought she lived on.

Why didn't she bring a friend? Why didn't-

A scream emitted from her lips as she was grabbed from behind and dragged into the nearest empty lot. She tried to turn her head and see who that it was that had her, but they slapped her across her face. Shoving a dirty cloth into her mouth. She didn't even want to know what was on it to make her gag so.

Suddenly she felt her body being pressed into the ground. How had she gotten there?

Tensing, she began to give muffled screams. Kicking, screaming, scratching, anything. Anything to get her away from this man who's breath was laced with Rum. Disgusting how a drink can make a man do such things.

Fear over came her, just as his hands began to grope and rip her clothing. The corset she was wearing was ripped away. Leaving her bare for the world. She didn't even know where the jacket was at this point.

His hot mouth trailed over her skin. And she nearly puked. He now had her hands pined down. His pants buckle clinking against her hip. It was sickening to think this may be the way she was going to die.

What of her family? What would they say when they find that their only daughter was raped and killed? And on the first day in England.

That was when she heard it. A sickening thud was heard and the man collapsed onto of her.

It was so sudden, she felt nearly no cold. A foot kicked the man from her, and she saw no face of this rescuer. Only his hands working at taking his own jacket off, and quickly covering her.

She barely knew she was shaking as he led her from the Empty Lot, and out into the street. It was then she could see the sun slowly rising from the East.

It was then she saw her rescuer.