Hi! This is a like a sister story to Crimson, but it starts a little earlier, ends a little earlier, and is from Violet's point of view. Hope you like it! :D
Life Over Death
The sky was dark, wild,clouds swirling across an inky sky, dark trees silhouetted on the skyline. Soft, white flakes began to drift from the above, getting faster and larger as time passed. Somewhere, a bird croaked, flapping dark wings as it circled in on a tree.
In the centre of the field, Violet Baudelaire stood, shaking, blood pouring from a wound at her waist. Her eyes were flickering, the pupils rolling back behind half-closed lids. Her hands juddered back and forth, one clasped to her waist, the other holding on to a long ribbon which the wind was attempting to tear away. Violet's world was spinning, she felt dizzy, disorientated. Looking down, Violet saw the blood – thick, warm and sticky – flowing smoothly over her hands. She felt sick, a bitter taste in her mouth. She convulsed as if to vomit, but she could not. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead for a second before she felt her legs give out and her body crashed to the ground.
Violet didn't feel the pain in her side. She didn't feel the cold snow pressing around her. She didn't feel her skin slowly drain of the little colour it had, leaving her a deathly pale. She didn't even feel an icy tear slip quietly from her eye. All she could sense was darkness, an encroaching black mass that whirled about her. You're crazy. You're crazy. You're crazy. Round the bend. Twisted. Mad. If she could have, Violet would have stopped the voices that echoed around her head, but she could not. Maybe they were right.
Violet felt her heart burning with a desire to see her family one last time. She was certain that she was going to die, her life slowly bleeding away on to the snow, staining it crimson. Klaus … Sunny. She couldn't think straight. She ought to tell them something, but she could think of nothing. Her thoughts drifted on to the Quagmires. Isadora, Duncan … Quigley. Quigley's face burst into her mind with a startling clarity, bright against the darkness. I've always loved you. Please don't ever love anyone else. Violet knew it sounded selfish, but if Quigley ever fell in love with anther woman … Violet's mind seemed to repel the thought, and she carried on speaking to him, though her lips did not move. I love you, and I want you, and I'll never stop thinking of you. You are my soul-mate, my love, my other half. Violet didn't know where this was coming from; she didn't even believe in soul-mates … but with Quigley, it somehow sounded … right. You are my life. I love you, Quigley Quagmire. I love you. Please don't cry … You can't cry, for my sake …
Suddenly, Violet felt something. Strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Her eyes slowly opened, and she found herself staring into the disbelieving, anguished face of Quigley Quagmire, snow caught in his hair, his eyes dark and his lip bloodied. The anguish slowly turned to incredible relief, and a faint smile traced Violet's lips.
Though she was weak and tired and half-dead, Violet was happy. Life was just beginning to course through her veins once more.
You can feel everything slipping out of your hands, you're mad and desperate and beginning to panic. All you want is to break down and cry, but then you take a breath, turn around and smile. That's what being in love is.
Sooo ... what did you think? Like it, love it, hate it? :)
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