Tantalize II: Rotten Sweetness
Willy Wonka is dead....
                   to the world except to ones he know...

Wonka POV
Another blissful day after a restless night, having a twin children is a duty that Ill strive to fore fill to become their father. Yes I’m a father and I like it, I love my children like my confectionary sweets. Precious bundles of joy I made within my lover Elizabeth. I guess that entire sex end up presenting some wonderful gifts for use to nurture and raise them. I knew kids were a handful yet it was part of the experience though I hate diaper changing Yuk! Elizabeth was a glowing when she was pregnant though the delivery was hard we had to get a mid wife in and swear them to secrecy about my existence. After about 20hrs of labor pains, Liz gave birth and it was a wonderful sight to witness. We agreed after several baby names I thought for a moment, Violet and Mike just came into my head regardless that they were two rotten children that tended my factory years ago. Though sadly due to their deformities; none lived at all. Liz agreed that Violet and Mike will suit our children to a tea. Eventually we moved from the old Dental Home, Liz quit dentistry to become a full time mum. We now live in a plush mansion amongst the countryside; it was beautiful to live in a home than a factory. I stand on the porch hold Mike in my arms as he coos and laughs, I looked at the little boy with smile and make googly noises to him. Liz had Violet and sat on a chair feeding her. Yes life was peachy for me; well my conscious had something weighing it down, what I did to Charlie.

Charlie Bucket was hauled away; the whole world saw the fall of the Wonka Empire. Charlie was left in terror and horror as he was crowded by people of the law. Police hauls him into a paddy wagon and drag him away. Miss Bucket was left in tears as she followed her son around; he went through court though it was mainly for involvement with the mafia and Augustus Gloop. Charlie didn’t part takes in the factory downfall but he was accused for it along with people discovering his vampire side. After being drag through the dirt, Charlie was sent to a mental institute never to be let out and to be contained. His Vampire habits and lashing out had become violent, his mother left in tatters over her sons’ tragic form. Its there Charlie remains in solitude from the rest of the world.

End of pov

While the sun shone outside through Charlie only window streaking light across the padded room. Charlie sat in one corner in a straight jacket. His pink tongue out as he was thirsty and need a drink of blood. He still wore the ring even though he doesn’t know that if he takes it off in broad sunlight he will turn into ash. His mind was corrupted with his shattered twisted past in the factory and he seems to lone for Willy Wonkas' love. Though he wasn’t going to go crawling back to him, no he wants Willy Wonka dead. His mother is left on the outside and only visits when she is allowed to do so. Charlie’s' sweetness had gone, yet he seemed to have that "cute boy" look to him even though he was ragged at the seams. His brown hair grew longer, his eyes empty darkness and the skin remained pale and untouched by sunlight. The silence was soon broken as the slit on the door was opened and pair of eyes appeared. “Charlie Bucket your mother has come to see you" the man said. Charlie looked up; his mother was his only hope of getting out of there. The door opened and the men came in to pulled Charlie to his feet and escort him out of the room. Charlie remained in silence as his throat felt dry and burning.

The men kept bring Charlie through several gates before leading him into the visiting room. There his mother sat waiting, her face bare the stress and depression she is going through. “Mother “Charlie said in a croaky voice as he sat down on the other side of the table.” Hi son, you ok?" she said looking at his face. “I’m... fine...” Charlie choked out. “You have a horrid throat voice, guard can you please give him a drink" she said. The guard shrugged and notion to the water cooler, Miss Bucket huffed as she got up and walked over to it and filled up a glass or two of water. Charlie can tell his mother is extremely tense, he never seen her like this at all. Then again he could be the reason she is like this, she walked over and placed the cups down on the table.
“Mother. I can’t drink them..." Charlie said as he looked at the straight jacket. “Sorry ill help you...” she said and stood up by Charlie to tilt the cup into his mouth. Charlie drank happily that his sore throat had a moment of relief. She soon pulled it away and wiped the wetness off Charlie’s lips.  “Son...this is hurting me so much...I can’t understand how you turned into this!" she said.
“I have an idea.... it’s been going around in my head... I can’t tell you here" Charlie said. “If it’s William..." she said quietly. " Mother. I didn’t know... at all we escaped the factory into this garden..." Charlie said quietly.

His mother slouched in the chair and looked at her son. “I really don’t know dear..." she said. Charlie could see she is going to cry “Mother... it’s the only thing we got to go on..." Charlie said the guards watched them from a distance as the pair continued talking. Miss Bucket sat up and leant forward to her son “If William is the one... he must taken care of...” she said.”Mother... you can’t do that" Charlie hissed. “Why... after what he did to you " she snaps back.” Mother...please... just goes...” Charlie said looking away. Time was up as the guards came and collected her, taking her away from her son again. Charlie knew he rather be punished than cause my problems for anyone else. “Bye ... mom...” Charlie said before the guards pulled him to his feet and taken out of the visiting room. “Well Mr Bucket... its time for your therapy time" the guard said as they lead Charlie along the white hall way past nurses and other crazy folk. Charlie had been sent to a psychologist and several clinical things to work out his strange deformity and actions. Charlie seems to like this time because he is left out of the straight jacket in a room with a doctor.

“Well Mr Bucket here is your room" the guard said as they removed the jacket and placed Charlie inside locking the door. Charlie’s' doctor had apparently been changed. Instead of the old man he uses to have a young college like man sat behind the desk. Charlie study the features of the mans face and almost fainted. “Hello Charlie, I’m your doctor Allen Monroe" he said. Charlie sat down and gripped the chair arms. Allen had the facial features William had, the high cheek bones, the blue purple eyes that hidden behind glasses. His hair was a golden blonde that the sun shone off it. Charlie was completely blown away by this mans perfective face. “Charlie... is something wrong... according to countless files you’re a vampire...” Allen said raising an eyebrow at him.
“Yes..... But I’m do not wish to kill people" Charlie said looking at Allen.
“Well that’s good to hear... cause people assume you murdered several people... now a real life vampire walking the planet is hard to believe" Allen said standing up from his chair. “Doc... before we go on... I wish to ask you something" Charlie said looking at the man. Allen looked at Charlie “Yes what is it you like to know?" he said. “Are you related to ... Willy Wonka..." Charlie said in doubtful voice. Allen eyes widen and raise one eyebrow before breaking a smile on his face. “No I have had people go hey you look like him" Allen said in a cheery voice. “Ok I just wanted to know that’s all" Charlie said looking away.