Hello again. Welcome to chapter two of my fanfic. This takes place about 8 years later, Katie is now 15 and living in the orphanage. Her brother was adopted and she's all alone now. Please read on and enjoy!

Katie's eyes shot open as she sat up in her bed. She had yet another dream about that fateful night eight years ago. She got up from her rock hard mattress with a sigh, her wild jet-black hair cascading down to the upper part of her back. She grabbed her hairbrush and tried to tame the rat's nest on top of her head. It took a while, but it finally looked presentable. She threw on her black lace dress, tied her corset, and walked into the bathroom, the creamy white tiles were icy against her bare feet. It sent a small shiver up her spine. She grabbed her toothbrush and stuffed it in her mouth. She lined her dark brown eyes with black eye liner and smothered dark purple eye shadow on her eye lids to make the dark circles under her eyes look natural. Katie then spit out the toothpaste and covered her dark red lips with lip gloss. She walked back out into her bedroom and looked at the letters from Matthew sitting on her nightstand.

Her brother was adopted a couple of years ago. The family didn't want Katie though, only Matthew. He was her only real friend in the orphanage. She didn't like to talk to the other children. If she did, she would grow to like them. If she grew to like them, a strong bond would form, and when then would be taken away from her, she would be crushed. She couldn't keep hurting. It was bad enough her only family left was taken away from her in a matter of seconds to live with a different family, even if he writes to her saying how great it is with them.

Katie didn't care if she was adopted or not. She couldn't wait until she turned eighteen and was allowed to leave the hell on earth. She walked out of the dormitory and down the hall, her footsteps echoed as the sound bounced off of the polished wood walls. She entered the play room, where all of the fosters and orphans had to reside until a meal or a lesson. She opened the door and walked into the noisy room, the door creaking closed behind her. There were toddlers and young kids running around the room screaming, while some of the older kids sat around reading books or talking. Katie weaved her way through the room and sat in her usual spot. She normally spent her days reading, but she's read every book they had at least twice. So she decided to sit there cross-legged and watch the children.

A dark haired man and a pig tailed woman walked through the pie shop door. He sat at a wooden table as she grabbed a cup and a bottle of gin. The woman poured some of the alcoholic drink in the cup and handed it to him. The man's pitch black hair had a rogue white streak in it, and his scarred skin was cold and pale, as if his body stopped radiating heat. The woman he was facing had wild red-brown hair that stuck out from every direction. Her flawless skin was a matching shade of white and her eyes were a deep brown.

"Ya know, Mr. T. You really were fantastic today," the woman told him. "That street mounterbank was no match for you."

He didn't reply, he just vacantly stared at the glass of gin, lost in thought.

"Mr. T, I've been thinking," the woman said, desperate to get his attention. Sweeney Todd looked up at her.

"Wot?" he replied coldly.

"I never 'ad any children with Alber-"

"Mrs. Lovett, I'm not getting you pregnant." Sweeney interrupted.

"Lemme finish," Mrs. Lovett said slightly disappointed and annoyed. "You know tha' orphanage down the street?"

"Yes."

"I was thinking, maybe we should adopt a girl, in 'er teens of course, to 'elp me bake the pies and wait tables." she said with a hopeful smile on her face.

"Where we gonna find the money?" Sweeney asked.

"I've been setting aside some money for a while now." Mrs. Lovett replied slyly, taking a coin purse out of her bosom and dangling it in the air. Sweeney's face turned a slight shade of pink for a split second as he got up and set his cup in the sink for Mrs. Lovett to wash later.

"We better get going then."

Katie has been sitting in the same position for hours, her only movement being her eyes blinking and the slightest movement of her breathing. Her eyes have been glued to two little kids playing with a small stuffed dog. The banter between the two never seemed to cease.

"Victor," the little pale girl whined. "Let me have a turn with Scraps."

"Not just yet, Emily." The even paler boy said, stroking the brown stuffed dog's back. "Scraps was the only thing my parents left me. He's mine and you know it. Your turn will come soon." Emily quickly grabbed it and ran off with it before Victor could protest. The two children ran around the room like maniacs until Eimly tripped over a light-brown haired girl.

"Victoria. Say you're sorry." Victor said sternly to the girl.

"Sorry Emily. I didn't mean to trip you." Victoria told her sincerely.

"It's fine." Emily replied, wiping the dust off her long white dress and handing the dog back to Victor.

Just then, the door opened and two tall, lean figures stepped in. A couple of people turned to look, including Katie, and saw a woman with a cheery smile and a man with forlorn eyes. Eyes that looked like dark empty pits, eyes that happened to look just like her's.

Well, there chapter two. Please R&R!It will tell me if anyone wants me to continue. And can anyone guess what other Tim Burton movie characters I've used and where they're from? It's a little obvious though. lol.