A/N: Hello guys! Here's a new story, and I know some may not like it. I personally love the pairing of Count Olaf and Violet. However, that may just be my sick and twisted mind :) I hope you all enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS AT ALL. IT IS OWNED BY IT'S RIGHTFUL OWNERS.
Sunny wouldn't stop fidgeting, as Violet tried to fix her disheveled hair.
"Sunny! Stop!" Violet urged, and Sunny bit onto the hair brush that Violet was trying to reach for.
"I need to fix your hair!" Violet groaned, and heard Klaus' voice speak up.
"Sunny, be good, and I'll find you something even better to chew on. Something... like this?" Violet looked up, and her mouth fell open.
It was one of Count Olaf's - well, really her husband's, manuscripts to a play his friend had thought up.
"Klaus. Put it back!" She grumbled. Who knows what Olaf would do, if he found Sunny chewing on that? She surely didn't want to know.
"Fine.." He huffed, "I'll find you something though, Sunny. Just sit still."
Sunny gurgled some more, and adjusted onto the floor, in front of Violet's lap. Violet mouthed "Thank you" to Klaus, and he grinned.
Tonight all of them were going to Count Olaf's newest member of his entourage's home. This man was even worse than the others.
He was loud, and extremely tall. Violet thought that Olaf was tall standing beside her, but Reeves... He was too tall.
Reeves was quite wealthy, but lived alone. Whenever he called a meeting, his friend's were required to bring their spouse and/or mate.
Strange she thought to herself, seeing as how he didn't even have a companion.
Tonight she was not at all thrilled to be going. Today was Sunny's third birthday, and she had asked countless times if Olaf would let her stay home just this once.
He of course denied her requests, and growled to her that she must obey, or face the consequences.
She had never faced the consequences, not yet. She secretly believed that, as evil as Olaf was, he wouldn't really do anything to her. Not anything awful.
She had feared that he'd demand her virginity on their wedding night.
She even remembered how quiet he seemed when they got back to his broken down home. He seemed solemn, but she didn't dare ask him.
She preferred his quiet side, and when the night came, he let Violet put Sunny to sleep.
She walked with her siblings, fear caught in her throat. She expected that once they were asleep, he'd call her to his chambers, and take her innocence away from her.
But when she returned, she found him fast asleep on the couch. She thanked God, and quickly ran upstairs, and went to sleep.
Since then he hadn't prodded her for any sexual company.
A few nights after that however, he made her stay with him in the parlour, quite nearly midnight. He was rehearsing for a new play, and demanded she'd watch.
She dozed off once, but was brutally awoken with his hand smacking the wooden armchair loudly.
She jolted awake, his face down to her level and he whispered ever so deeply,
"Don't tell me my acting is... causing you to sleep." She held her gaze into his strongly, not wanted to be afraid.
"Just tired.." She whimpered, and he rolled his eyes. He announced that he was on scene 20 or something like that, and she yet again fell asleep.
She woke up in the dark living room that morning, realizing that he hadn't woken her up a second time.
She shivered, thinking that she was all alone, when she saw Olaf sitting on the other end of the couch, and that her legs were draped over his lap.
His head was pressed onto his fist, his breath even as he slept.
A blanket was spread across both of them, and fear flashed through her mind.
Why was he acting like this? Something was going on.. She was sure of it.
She dared not moved, afraid she'd awaken an unknowing beast.
But she thought for a moment, maybe he wasn't all that bad. Sure, he was very unpleasant.. but not too bad.
She felt nauseas, for trying to think of him as alright. But she froze, seeing him clear his throat.
She immediately let her head back down, and felt him shifting. She noticed his breath was changed, and that he was fully awake.
Her legs were lifted up a moment, and some strange thought occurred that he'd try to rape her.
But of course, her silly mind playing games, he put her slender thighs back on the couch.
She felt strange, feeling his heated body leave the dusty furniture, and almost wished he hadn't moved.
Again, nausea overcame her, sickened at the way she was feeling. She almost jumped violently, when he pulled down his half of the tattered drapery, over her legs.
He was covering.. her up? Something was really strange about this.
She peaked open her right eye, trying to cover it with the hair fallen over her face, and snapped it shut, when she saw his hand going down to her face.
Her stomach clenched, waiting for a right smack, but breathed lightly.
He pushed the strand of hair from her face, and swiftly walked away. Footsteps echoed through the hall, and the teenager's eyes opened lightly.
She looked at the window, and saw that it was still a little dark out. She shrugged her shoulders, yawning, letting sleep overcome her again.
"Violent!"
The girl jumped veriociously, when his voice echoed through the room.
"Goodness, girl, I've called you several times. Well then.. Get up! We've got to go!" Olaf's voice drilled, and spun on his heels, jogging down the steps.
Klaus and Sunny were waiting outside the door, and her brother spoke up,
"Are you alright?" She smiled at the dark-haired boy looked at her.
"I'm fine. Come on." She whispered. She stood up, brushing the ruffles on her black dress down. It was a dress that she'd found on her bed a few days ago, later learning that Olaf had bought it.
She felt a bit strange wearing it, seeing as how it accented her feminine body, just in the right places.
Klaus walked briskly, Sunny in his small arms. She sighed deeply, and jogged their way.
They walked through the dark hallways, and then turned to the steps. She crept down silently, peering through the railing. Count Olaf was staring up at them, tapping his foot impatiently.
They walked together, and tiptoed his way. He made a motion, urging them to hurry.
They always walked to Reeves home, and today was no different. It was about two miles away, and it was an easy walk.
"Bookworm, Monkey, get a head start, I need to talk with Violent." the Count sneered, and Klaus simply rolled his eyes. He whispered in Sunny's ear, and she giggled. Violent grinned happily, looking at her lasting family, but her view was blocked with Olaf's broad chest in front of her.
"You don't need to address them that way." She said bravely, and looked up at him.
She'd slowly grown acustomed to speaking to him, and they had typical conversations sometimes.
Sometimes they weren't so civil, and ended with a broken item or dish on the floor.
"You don't need to correct me." He spoke, emphasizing his pronunciation of "Correct".
"Now, remember. Tonight is important for me, and I need you to behave. But mostly, Klaus and the Monkey." He growled, and she pulled back lightly when he bent to her level.
She was still apprehensive when he got so close to her at times. But she saw it in his eyes from time to time.
She knew it was there, and bless his retched soul, he contained it.
She saw that wanting, that desire in his dark eyes. Pure lust, and he had it now, as he gazed at her figure.
"I know." She spoke, almost inaudibly, and looked to the ground.
He spun from her, and walked to the door. He waited for her to go out, and she watched as he slammed the wooden door.
He pulled an old iron key from his chest pocket, locking it swiftly. He turned to face her, and he walked beside her to his colleague's home.
She felt strange, walking with the older man, and saw his wedding band on his left hand.
It was silver, and had black on the inside of it. She liked it, secretly of course. She thought it was unique, seeing as how most are gold.
Her feet felt numb, trudging to her solemn future once more. Her heart warmed to see her brother looking back to her, making sure she was alright.
She wished to know how Count Olaf's mind worked also. She wondered if it was a evily magnificent way of thinking. Probably.
His arm accidentally bumped into hers shoulder, and he stiffened. She walked faster, but felt his hand grab her fore-arm.
"Don't be hasty." He snarled, and she froze, fear heightening within her.
Finally after what felt like eternity, they reached the house. It was much like Count Olaf's home, but maybe a bit more colorful. A little. Not really.
"Now, Klaus, remember how it works. Stay outside with the Monkey, and go absolutely nowhere." Olaf droned, and Violet sighed quietly.
She didn't like being alone that much anymore with out her siblings, but knew this was how it had to work.
Klaus simply gritted his teeth, and nodded obediently.
The children walked to the tree they'd climbed into last time, but once again her vision blocked by Olaf's chest.
"Behave." He ordered, and she nodded slowly. He grabbed her shoulder, and shoved her in front of him, and she walked to the door.
Violet saw the window beside the glass door rustle, and within seconds the front door was swung open.
Reeves stood their, his curly goat-ee turned up in a grin. His light eyes scanned her body greedily, and Violet became extremely uncomfortable, but Olaf noticed it also.
A strange and foreign feeling overcame his tall body, jealousy. No one should look at his wife like that.
But he shook his head, knowing all the other men he knew looked to her the same way, and he never felt this way before.
A loud noise of someone clearing their throat, caused Reeves to break his lusty gaze at Violet.
"Ahh! Olaf! Dear friend, come in." He snarled, and Olaf walked to Violet's side. She saw a flicker of anger in his face, and knew that he saw how the man had looked at her.
He grabbed his wife's elbow, and walked briskly into the black-haired man's home.
The two men talked with each other, and Violet walked obediently behind her evil husband.
They met and greeted fellow friends, and Violet remained utterly silent, only speaking when spoken to.
They sat at Reeves dinner table, and the taller man had requested Violet sit at his side, and she saw Olaf watch closely.
"How are you, pretty darling? It's been awhile since I've seen you around! Tell me, have you and the Count worked on any new ideas, for the play?" Reeves was much like Olaf when he spoke, exaggerating many of the words in his sentences. It bothered her to hear him speak that way to her. Although, not sure why.
"A little bit." She whispered. She saw Olaf peering at her out of the corner of his eye, and looked at Reeves briefly, while finishing his conversation with the white-faced woman beside him.
"You're quiet tonight.. Something the matter, darling?" She shuddered to hear yet another creepy man, shower her with evil words.
"No, not at all." She murmured, and actually felt herself cringe when he looked at her chest.
She froze, when Reeves hands secretly massaged her thigh.
She tried to remain silent, and waited for her husband to finish his conversation.
"Be calm.. be calm.. be calm.." She urged to herself, when she realized Reeves was grinning maliciously as his hand dragged her skirt up.
Unknowingly, her hand had slid down to Olaf's seeking protection. He snapped down to his hand, and eyed her curiously.
She ripped her hand from his, her cheeks flushing with shame. He was her enemy. How dare she seek his protection.
However, she started violently know, when Reeves cold fingers brushed along her panties.
She'd jumped so roughly, that the table shook, and she'd jumped to her feet.
"What are you doing!" She shrieked, and the other adults gasped, waiting for Olaf to reprimand his wife. But he knew something must have set her off.
"Violet. Sit down." He growled, but was interrupted,
"My darling! Are you alright?" Reeves sneered, trying to sound sincere. She saw Olaf cast her a warning glance and she cleared her throat.
"I am dreadfully sorry.. I don't know.. I.." She mumbled, and Olaf stood abruptly,
"Excuse us." He gruffly said, and grabbed Violet's arm. All the other adults sat, laughing softly to themselves.
Violet felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment, at the way she was being treated tonight.
He shoved her roughly though the hallways, and he could hear the conversation being picked back up.
He walked and walked, and her whimpers of pain and fear escaped her little mouth.
Finally they reached a door, and he hastily swung it open. He grabbed her waist, and pushed her in, slamming the door. Before he turned to her, he locked the door, and took her by surprise.
She felt dirty and sick, when his mouth collided onto her plump ones. The taste of whiskey cascaded down her throat, and he lunged back.
"That was for looking extravagantly divine tonight." He said huskily, but shook her shoulders roughly after. Her mouth opened in a silent cry, her head being shaken around like a bobble-head.
"That was for interrupting the dinner. What's wrong with you, girl?" He half-yelled, half-whispered. She continued to sniff and whimper, and he tapped his foot, waiting for her tears to come to an end.
"He keeps touching me." She said, gasping softly, joking on her own tears. She didn't even know why she was even crying.
She never broke down this badly. She was incredibly good at keeping her feelings masked, behind her beautiful eyes.
She realized how close that they were standing, and that his breath was heavy on her head. She felt, yet again, uncomfortable. Did Olaf care? Of course not.
"Push his hand away then. You can't cause such a ruckous each time someone touches you!" He insisted, running his hand down her cheek for emphasis. She turned her head to the ground, and two tears splashed from her eyes when she blinked. He looked at the little girl in front of him, and growled.
She simply cried and cried. He growled impatiently, and spoke quickly,
"Look, Violet." He began, "Just don't say anything for the rest of the night, and I swear I'll do something for you." He tried, and she looked at his face.
"Anything?" She sniffed, but he rolled his eyes,
"I won't let you go, if that's what you mean. You still need to stay with me, silly child." She nodded, and thought what she'd ask of him.
"Straighten yourself up. Meet me back in the hallway." He grumbled, and she just hugged herself with her arms. He unlocked the door, and swooped away into the dark area.
She heard the door shut, and looked up. She turned to the mirror, and wiped her tears away, and fixed her hair once again.
She took a full, deep breath, and shook her shoulders. Her nimble fingers wrapped around the door, and walked into the pitch-black room.
Her breath deepened, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Violet had no idea where she was, and felt the wall down, trying to guide herself.
"This way." A deep, evil voice droned out, and she shivered realizing that a dark mass stood in front of her.
The figure gripped her waist suddenly, and she felt their hand wrap around her face.
"Listen, darling!" The familar voice whispered in her ear. Out of curiosity, she strained her ears, and heard laughter.
Loud, boisterous laughter. Lively chatter, and enjoyment being expressed. His dramatic voice echoing through the hallway.
Olaf had left her. Of course.
Then it dawned on her.
Who was holding her?
She tried to yell out from the man's hand, and looked out the window. Just where she was standing, the tree Klaus and Sunny were sitting on.
They were laughing together, and Violet cried out for them to hear her.
"Hush, darling. I have a proposition! Will you be quiet?"
A few moments passed, and she sighed. She nodded quickly, and he slowly slid his hand down her face. She shivered with disgust when his hand just brushed her breast. Even Olaf hadn't touched her that way.
She turned around, and just as she guessed, Reeves stood before her.
His light eyes scanned her, waiting for her to remain quiet, and began.
"If you don't tell my dear friend, Olaf, about what's happened between us-"
"But nothing's happened."
"Well then, what will happen." He sneered nastily, his teeth darker than the Count's.
"Anyways, if you don't tell him about our little fun-time at the dinner table, I won't harm your siblings." He grinned, and she gulped. But she'd already told Olaf..
Nevertheless, she nodded quickly.
"Deal." She said strongly, and the bean pole man grinned.
"Perrrfect." He sang softly, and grabbed her hand. He ran to the dining room, and Olaf saw them first.
"Found your silly wife wandering around. Must have gotten lost! Isn't that right, Violet dear?" He grinned, his light eyes flashing her way. She swallowed her fear back down to her belly, and looked at Olaf apologetically. He scanned her face and body, looking for any changes. Nothing seemed wrong to him.
"Yes. I apologize." She spoke firmly, and Olaf simply shrugged. He turned back to his conversation, and Violet felt Reeves hand trail down her lower back.
And lower...
Lower...
Finally...
"Olaf!" Violet suddenly called out, unknowingly. Reeves sent her an angry glare, but she changed what she was going to say.
"Do you mind if we go? I saw Sunny in the window out on the tree, throwing a fit." She tried, but Olaf looked her way. He glanced at Reeves, and back again to Violet.
"Just go check on them. And you then, come, back." He said deeply, pausing at each word. She nodded, and ran from Reeves touch.
She ran outside to Klaus and Sunny, and climbed up the tree.
She nearly frightened Sunny to death, making her almost fall off the tree.
Luckily, her brother grabbed her quickly, and Violet flounced onto the tree's limb.
"Are you alright?" Klaus asked his older sister, seeing how hard she was breathing.
"I don't even want to talk about it."
Two Hours Later:
Klaus and Sunny were asleep, Klaus' arms draped over one of the tree's limbs.
Violet sat alone to her thoughts, wondering why the Count wasn't coming to find her yet.
She didn't care though. She needed time to plan. Things couldn't go on this way.
And Reeves was dangerous, and she knew this. But she also knew that Olaf was equally dangerous, and they both were forces to be reckoned with.
She shivered thinking about how Reeves' sickening hands had felt on her legs, and how Olaf seemed to not even care. It hurt a little to be honest.
But come on, this is Count Olaf. Why the hell would he even care? This was nothing to him.
But she felt a few tears slide down her cheeks, thinking how unprotected she was from people. From sex-crazed men.
Out of nowhere, she saw the door opening, and a few people staggered out, obviously drunk.
Out came the two, white-faced women, followed by the cross dressing fellow. A few other bulky men and women, and then a familiar face. Olaf. He was laughed and swaying, shaking Reeves hand goodbye.
Anger enveloped her little heart, thinking about how he was just talking to him like he hadn't done a thing.
Olaf swaggered off the steps, and jogged drunkenly to the tree where he saw Violet sitting in.
"Viiiolet.." He slurred, and she shivered at his tone of voice. She hated when he got drunk, she never knew what he was going to do.
"Come down to me!" He grinned, arms reaching up to her, but she made no movement. "Now!" He spoke firmly, and she glanced to her still sleeping siblings. She slid down from the tree, and saw him walk her way.
Her back was pressed to the trunk of the tree, because Olaf walked desperately close to her. His tall body curved down to her face, looking deeply at her. She saw those sex-craving eyes ravaging her body, and she knew his mind was conjuring dirty things. She pushed his chest away, but he stood his ground.
She looked to the window, and saw that Reeves was staring at them. He held a finger to his mouth, motioning her to "shhh" about what happened tonight. Within seconds he was gone, and the light turned off.
"Let's go." She said softly, and he shook his head.
"Not yet." He said, and she began to speak, but he pushed his mouth to hers. She felt like she could vomit, but made no sudden movements. Who knew what he was capable when drunk.
"Please, don't." She whimpered, but he only chuckled.
"You know, I've been awefully kind to you, dear girl." He spoke, suddenly sounding very sober. "You're my wife, and I haven't even had your innocence yet! It's been weeks now!" He dramatically spoke, and she shrunk down, trying to disappear, and hoping with all of her heart that her siblings could not hear what was going on below them.
"I see the way men look at you. They see the young woman I see too. And I don't want to take any chances of them having you before me, now do I?" He whispered, no emotion visible. She cried softly now,
"Come on, my dear Violet! It would be harmless fun! Play along with me?" He grinned ridicoulously, and his speech slurred once more.
"You're drunk. Just calm yourself down, and let's at least get home." Violet reasoned and he pouted like a little boy being scolded for taking a cookie from the cookie jar.
He decided to do one last thing, and pushed himself closer to her, his erection pressing perfectly into her belly.
"It'll be fun, I promise." He grinned evily, and she felt sick to her stomach, but slightly heated at the same time. She almost wanted it too... But no! Of course she didn't! Those were just her silly hormones acting up!
He unwillingly shrunk away, and waited for her to get the others.
"Klaus!" She suddenly yelled, shriller than she hoped. His messy head suddenly popped over the side, looking down at her.
"What is it!" He said, and she laughed at how he looked. But became serious when Olaf glared her way.
"Get Sunny, it's time to go." She waited, and heard her sister cry softly, being awoken from a good nap.
Klaus bent down, handing Sunny to Violet. She gripped her sister tightly, and hugged her, breathing in her adorable baby scent.
She turned to Olaf, and walked ahead of them, Klaus sliding down from the tree, walking by the drunken man.
They all walked back in silence, besides a few coos and cries from Sunny, all hushed by Violet.
Olaf looked at his young bride, and thought about what she'd told him in the bathroom earlier.
Reeves had been touching her.
Reeves was known for wanting women that were already taken. He knew that.
But he was important to Olaf, seeing as how he was extremely rich, and Olaf was one of his last friends. He knew that he was in his will, and was waiting for Reeves to kick the bucket.
Until then, he hoped Violet would deal with it. And he hope that he himself could deal with the jealousy.
After about a half hour of silence, Violet handed her little sister to Klaus and told them to go to bed. Olaf watched how mother-like Violet seemed, and watched them say their goodnights.
Violet watched them as they walked upstairs, and she turned around to the Count.
"Well...um.. Goodnight I guess." She whispered. She began to turn around, but his voice interrupted her.
"I'm a man true to my word. What I said back at Reeves' house still stands." She remembered immediately that she needed to decide what she wanted him to do.
"Alright. I'll still think about it." But he shook his head.
"Not tonight. I've waited long enough Violet. Tonight, you'll be with me." He grinned, his eyebrows going up and down with expectation.
Her throat felt like it fell to her stomach, and watched him walk her way.
"Tonight.." He said deeply, his face burrowing into her face. He heard her breathe deepen, and he smiled in pride. "You will be mine."
A/N: I hope you all enjoy it! This story will be a few chapters long, so keep checking for an update guys! Leave a review, and tell me how I'm doing! Thanks for reading!
