Author's note: Okay so this is going to be a relatively short fanfic , probably no more than a few chapters long. This is only my second time publishing a fic, and my first time writing something with multiple chapters. It's rated M for some stuff happening in the future chapters...please don't kill me.
The contract was final.
Violet had signed the marriage certificate with her own right hand, and was now legally wedded to Count Olaf. No one in the audience had been aware this was a real wedding, and poor Violet couldn't figure out a way to escape from Olaf's plan.
Count Olaf began explaining to the audience his evil plan, how he had legally married Violet, how he was in control of her estate, and how everyone there was witnesses. Many people made counter arguments, saying Violet was too young to be married, or that the document she signed wasn't official. They were all were shut down by Count Olaf, with Justice Strauss confirming everything he said. It appeared that nothing about the marriage was illegal, and so eventually no one could think of anything to say. Count Olaf had won, and now he had a miserable Countess.
Violet did not speak or look at anyone the entire time. She could hear the tears in Justice Strauss' voice, but was too afraid to face her. Her heart would break to see the only person who was kind and helpful to her after her parents death to cry for her sake. She knew the adults were arguing with Justice Strauss about her marriage, but couldn't focus on what they were actually saying. She was too focused on her own thoughts. But mostly, she thought about her siblings and hoped they would be safe.
The yelling had finally quieted down. No one could imagine any possible loophole in this marriage. Violet could hear the confident smile in Count Olaf's voice as he announced it was time for him and his bride to go home for their wedding night. He took Violet by the arm and led her off stage, his troupe members following behind.
He led her backstage, and they all headed towards a door with an exit sign above it. They all exited from the theater and entered into an alley, where a long black car was waiting for them. Violet struggled against Count Olaf's grip, but he threw her into the car anyway as the rest of the troupe members piled into the seats in front of them. Olaf went around the car and entered on the opposite side of Violet.
"What's going to happen to Klaus and Sunny?" Violet demanded to know as the car started.
"My my, asking questions about them already? I thought for sure you'd want to know about your own circumstances first." Count Olaf replied, his voice thick with sarcasm.
"I don't care what happens to me as long as they're safe."
Olaf took a long stare in Violet's direction. He stared at her so long she was sure he wasn't going to reply. Just when she was about turn away from him, he said "They're going to be enrolled in a boarding school, they'll be fine." He made a dismissive motion with hand.
Violet knew he was probably lying, but she decided that would be the best answer she'd get for the time being. "Good," she replied, and turned to look out the window. She crossed her arms around her chest, trying to look angrier than she actually was. She couldn't help but feel at peace when she saw how the city lit up after dark.
In front of them were the white-faced women, who Violet figured were probably waiting for her to shut up. When Violet hadn't spoken for awhile, they turned around and flashed a flirty smile at Olaf.
"I must say, Count Olaf, you were quite remarkable tonight. Probably your best acting yet." One said.
"Oh yes sir, I do agree. I never thought it was possible for you to be any more amazing than your past performances, but somehow you did it!" The other agreed. Violet thought they both looked like school girls fawning over a movie star.
"Oh, do go on. I enjoy praise." Olaf replied, flashing an equally flirty smile back at them. Violet rolled her eyes.
"So, when are you going to take the brats money?" the first woman asked, sneering slightly at Violet.
"Tomorrow morning...that is, if I'm not too hung over from tonight."
The two women giggled, and the bald man whooped from the front seat.
"That's right, I bought the finest of wine just for tonight's party. It only seems fitting, seeing as we're celebrating me becoming even richer than before."
Violet felt that if she rolled her eyes anymore, they'd fall back into her head.
At the same moment, they arrived at Count Olaf's putrid house. The hook-handed man was waiting for them in the front door, waving his hooks the same way someone else would wave their hand. Everyone, except Violet of course, hurried out of the car and sped into the house, excited to taste the wine. Violet took her time to walk into his house, as it was the last place she'd ever want to be. She paused once she was in talking distance from the hook-handed man, who looked impatient from waiting for Violet to get inside so he could shut the door.
"Where is Sunny?" she half asked, half ordered.
He sighed, but knew that he should've expected that question. "She's in the care of someone else right now. And that's all you're getting from me. However, you should probably worry about serving those impatient guests first. They don't take kindly to tardy people." he threatened, his hooks shining menacingly in the moonlight. Violet nodded, trying to hide her fear, and brushed past him as she hurried into the kitchen.
So that's that, I guess. The next chapter should be up shortly. Thanks for reading!