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Summary: What if Violet had signed her name with her RIGHT hand for the wedding in the Marvelous Marriage? Well, I think this will tell you. Violet/Olaf in later chapters...when I write them that is.
Rated because of some stuff in this chapter that might scar young children for life or until they are in college because college is the time and place to do everything... except learn. If you aren't in college, you can still read... I mean, I wrote this and I'm in high school, so there.
Author Note: As you may or may not notice, the beginning is taken from The Bad Beginning from pgs 142-150, so everything after that is mine, but before that, it is not. I just put in there to set the stage for the fic. Also, this is my first SOUE story. I am trying to grasp the writers style of Mr. Snicket, and make this fic as well as I can!
Title: The Bad Beginning Remixed
By: Nyoko
Finally, Justice Strauss began speaking, and Klaus saw that she was reading directly from the legal book. Her eyes were sparkling and her face flushed as she preformed onstage for the first time, too stage-struck to realize she was a part of Olaf's plan. She spoke on and on about Olaf and Violet caring for each other in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, and all of those things that are said to many people who decide, for one reason or another, to get married.
When she finished her speech, Justice Strauss turned to Count Olaf and asked, "Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," Count Olaf said smiling, Klaus saw Violet shudder.
"Do you," Justice Strauss said, turning to Violet, "take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," Violet said. Klaus clenched his fists. His sister had said, "I do" in the presence of a judge. Once she signed the official document, the wedding was legally valid. And now, Klaus could see that Justice Strauss was taking the document from one of the other actors and holding it out to Violet to sign.
"Don't move an inch," the bald man muttered to Klaus, and Klaus thought of poor Sunny, dangling at the top of the tower, and stood still as he watched Violet take a long quill pen from Count Olaf. Violet's eyes were wide as she looked down at the document, and her face pale, and with her right hand was trembling as she signed her name.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen," Count Olaf said, stepping forward to address the audience, "I have an announcement. There is no reason to continue tonight's performance, for its purpose has been served. This has not been a scene of fiction. My marriage to Violet Baudelaire is perfectly legal, and now I am in control of her entire fortune."
There were gasps from the audience, and some of the actors looked at one another in shock. Not everyone, apparently, had known about Olaf's plan. "That can't be!" Justice Strauss cried.
"The marriage laws in this community are quite simple," Count Olaf said. "The bride must say 'I do' in the presence of a judge like yourself, and sign an explanatory document. And all of you"—here Count Olaf gestured out to the audience—"are witnesses."
"But Violet is only a child!" One of the actors said. "She is not old enough to marry."
"Only if her legal guardian agrees," Count Olaf said, "and in addition to being her husband, I am her legal guardian."
"But that piece of paper is not an official document!" Justice Strauss said. "That is just a stage prop!"
Count Olaf took the paper from Violet's hand and gave it to Justice Strauss. "I think if you look at it closely you will see it is an official document from City Hall."
Justice Strauss took the document in her hand and read it quickly. Then, closing her eyes, she sighed deeply and furrowed her brow, thinking hard. Klaus watched her and wondered if this were the expression Justice Strauss had on her face whenever she was serving on the High Court. "You're right," she said finally, to Count Olaf, "this marriage is completely legal. Violet said 'I do,' and signed her name here on this paper Count Olaf, you are Violet's husband, and therefore in complete control of her estate."
"That can't be!" Said a voice from the audience, and Klaus recognized it as the voice of Mr. Poe. He ran up the stairs to the stage and took the document from Justice Strauss. "This is dreadful nonsense."
"I'm afraid this dreadful nonsense is the law," Justice Strauss said. Her eyes were filling up with tears. "I can't believe how easily I was tricked," she said. "I would never do anything to harm you children. Never."
"You were easily tricked," Count Olaf said, grinning, and the judge began to cry. "It was child's play, winning this fortune. Now, if all of you will excuse me, my bride and I need to go home for our wedding night."
"First let Sunny go!" Klaus burst out. "You promised to let her go!"
"Where is Sunny?" Mr. Poe asked.
"She's all tied up at the moment," Count Olaf said, "if you will pardon a little joke." His eyes shone as he pressed buttons on the walkie-talkie, and waited while the hook-handed man answered. "Hello? Yes, of course it's me, you idiot. Everything has gone according to plan. Please remove Sunny from her cage and bring her directly to the theater. Klaus and Sunny have some chores to do before they go to bed." Count Olaf gave Klaus a sharp look. "Are you satisfied now?" he asked.
"Yes," Klaus said quietly. He wasn't satisfied at all, of course, but at least his baby sister was no longer dangling from a tower.
"Don't think you're so safe," the bald man whispered to Klaus. "Count Olaf will take care of you and your sisters later. He doesn't want to do it in front of all these people." He did not have to explain to Klaus what he meant by the phrase "take care of."
"Well, I'm not satisfied at all," Mr. Poe said. "This is absolutely horrendous. This is a completely monstrous. This is financially dreadful."
"I'm afraid, however," Count Olaf said, "that it is legally binding. Tomorrow, Mr. Poe, I shall come down to the bank and withdraw the complete Baudelaire fortune."
Mr. Poe opened his mouth as if to say something, but began to cough instead. For several seconds he coughed into a handkerchief while everyone waited for him to speak. "I won't allow it," Mr. Poe finally gasped, wiping his mouth. "I absolutely will not allow it."
"I'm afraid you have to," Count Olaf replied.
"I'm—I'm afraid Olaf is right," Justice Strauss said, through her tears. "This marriage is legally binding."
"Now if you will excuse us, my Countess and I wish to go home for our wedding night." Count Olaf said. He delicately but forcefully took Violet's arm while intertwining their fingers and walked her offstage.
Once offstage, Violet could hear the quiet roar of the theater's occupants talking and questioning the event they had just witnessed. Violet was being ushered through various halls and down stairs until they finally reached a heavy metal door that Olaf opened.
The glow of the street light filled Violet's eyes. Olaf spotted a parked car across the street. Dragging Violet behind him, he threw open the back door of the car, and pushed Violet in.
Inside the car, Violet found it occupied with the two women with white powder on their faces. She sat down in the seat between the two. Olaf was engaged in a conversation with the woman on her left."I have some business to take care of.......soon I will........she should.......prepared......it will......follow......exactly......" Olaf said to the woman. She was nodding at him every now and then. Violet was trying to listen in on as much of the conversation as possible. Nevertheless, she was soon being told how lucky she was to be married to Count Olaf by the woman on her right. That made it impossible to listen to anything that Count Olaf and the woman on her left were saying.
Suddenly, Count Olaf slammed the door of the car and the driver of the car was in route to Count Olaf's house.
The fourteen year old was walked up the all too familiar walkway. Up the stairs, she the women were leading her and then into the room that Violet could only assume as Count Olaf's bedroom.
Violet stood in Olaf's room numb. The real shock of the situation was just coming to her. She was married to Count Olaf. She was Countess Olaf. Thoughts were running through her head madly. What would her parents think? Would they be disappointed that she did not think of something clever to get out of the marriage before she was married? What would happen to her siblings? Would they be killed? What would happen to her? Questions and uncertainty loomed over her.
She was only half-aware of what the two women were doing. The heavy and thick stage make-up was removed with generous amounts of soap, her hair was brushed, semi put up, and curled, and expensive looking make-up and perfume was applied, thankfully Violet didn't' see any white powder being applied.
The two women backed up, and looked at their hard work.
"She is done," one said.
"Yes, Count Olaf will be pleased."
They then stood admiring their work for a moment, and then left the room. Violet walked over to a mirror and gasped in shock and horror.
She was no longer wearing the wedding gown for one thing. Now, she was wearing black lingerie and a long flowing robe that had a long train that was dragged around the room when she walked. She noticed that she was wearing knee-high black boots with high heels. These things Violet had seen in a very expensive woman's store while shopping in the mall with her parents during much happier times. These things were all custom ordered and fit for the owner. Count Olaf had this planned for a much longer time than Violet originally thought. How Olaf came by the required measurements made Violet feel sick.
Fear of what Olaf was going to do to her increased several degrees. She ran towards the bed and threw herself on it. The bed was much more comfortable than the one that she shared with Klaus in her old room. It was even more comfortable than the bed that was destroyed in the fire.
Suddenly feeling cold, she wrapped the robe around her. She was shivering when the door of the bedroom slowly started to open revealing the silhouette of Count Olaf.
Alarmed, she stood up and looked at him with fear in her eyes. He stepped into the light of the room and looked hungrily at Violet. "Good evening, love," he said softly.
The lights were then flicked off, and the room was almost in total darkness if it was not for the moonlight cascading into the room via the eye-shaped window.
Violet stood shivering in fear as she heard Olaf striping. Not knowing what she should do, Violet just stood there. Instantly, Violet felt Olaf's arms around her waist and she was thrown on top of the bed.
Sheets were thrown on top of the two. Olaf kissed Violet's cheek, and then traced her jaw with his finger. "You are so beautiful my Countess. Tonight you are mine," he whispered in her ear.
Violet's eyes widened in shock, and she tried to scramble out of bed, but Olaf held her in place. "You will learn to enjoy my company love," he said. He then moved on top of Violet.
The night was filled with Violet's screams along with the rocking of the bed and numerous groans from Olaf.
The night was long, but Violet finally got to go to sleep when Olaf was finished having fun. Violet awoke early that morning feeling very sore. She walked to the mirror to find that the lingerie was hanging off her frame, her hair in a large knot, the make-up was smeared, and she found many bruises, scratches, and marks on her body after the rough night.
When returning to the bed to relieve her aching body, she found that the sheets were covered with blood and other bodily fluids. Disgusted, she decided to go down for breakfast.
Before she did however, she wanted to change into something more decent. Finding a wardrobe, she opened it and found many clothes that belonged to Olaf, but also there were clothes that looked her size.
Violet picked out a casual dress and some matching shoes. She put them on, and looked at the reflection of herself in the mirror. Yet again, everything fit her perfectly. She sighed in frustration when looking at her hair.
She sat at the edge of the bed, and removed many bobby pins. Then she brushed out her hair. Looking in the mirror, she found that her hair was somewhat curly. After years of being frustrated with straight hair, she gave a small smile to herself. She pulled her hair behind her head, and fastened it with a small clip before she left the room to eat breakfast.
Opening the door, she was greeted by the two women with white powder on their faces. They escorted Violet down the stairs and into the kitchen inquiring her about the details of the night being very envious of her.
"Oh!" One of them breathed, "I always dreamed what it is like in his bed! What is it like?"
Violet chose to ignore the duo, and the identical pair soon became engaged in a fiery debate. The voyage to the kitchen was too short for her liking, and she soon found herself in the presence of her new husband.
"Husband." The word echoed in her mind. How could that come to her? She was only a girl thrown into a chaotic situation with no exit.
When she entered the room, Olaf was busy making the oatmeal for her siblings that she had eaten every morning for breakfast. As expected, the raspberries were not present. However, when Olaf saw his new wife enter the room, and stopped what he was doing.
"My beloved," he crooned in her ear while caressing her neck with small kisses and breathed in what was left of her perfume. "We will be enjoying breakfast before we leave for the bank. Come, dine with me."
Olaf led her to the dining room where Violet and Klaus had served the Count's pasta to the theatre troupe. Waiting for them were many splendid breakfast meals ranging from pancakes to the most delicious and lusciously meals Violet could imagine.
"Is it not entrancing? All of this is for us, and our first meal as a married couple." Olaf told her as he led her to her seat, and took the seat in front of her.
Breakfast was a quiet affair. Well, quiet on Violet's part, while Olaf was trying to engage Violet in conversation. Violet did not hear what he was saying. Her thoughts were with her siblings wondering if they were all right and if she would ever see them again.
When breakfast was completed, Olaf gently took Violets hand, linked their arms together, and intertwined their fingers together leading them up stairs to their room.
The last touches were to be added. Olaf wanted to look high class entering the bank because the pair would attract attention. For Violet, that meant that make up would be reapplied where it was needed, jewelry would be added, and so many more things.
Finally, they were done, and they walked down stairs where they would be driven to the bank by a henchman. They were waiting at the front steps for the car; Violet caught a glimpse of her brother and sister. She turned to them with tears in her eyes and started to run to them. Olaf grabbed her arm to stop her.
"Now, we can't be late can we my wife? We must be off!" Olaf said while stopping Violet. "Children, follow your chores as instructed! My wife and I will be back in a few hours, and we expect them done when we get home!" Olaf said to Klaus and Sunny. Then he turned to Violet "Come my beloved our chariot awaits!"
END! So how is it? I have worked SO hard to get this out to you all! My friend Shasta and I are writing a fic together, and it is almost my turn to write, so I wanted to get this out before it was my turn. I did not want to lose the path of where I was going in this chapter.
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