RED WINE.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, simple as that.
AN: My attempt at Violaf. Enjoy.
Set during the Hostile Hospital.
Count Olaf leans close to her. Close enough that she can smell the stench of red wine on his breath. He whispers into her ear, he says "No one is going to help you." For the first time, Violet believes what he is saying. No one can save her, her siblings might be dead at this very moment. She won't allow herself to give up on them, but she won't allow herself pretend like she isn't aware of what Olaf is capable of either.
She is cold. This is probably because she is laying on a steel gurney and only wearing the routine surgical gown. Goose-bumps prickle at her skin. Olaf notices this, and he twists his lips into a smirk. This frightens Violet beyond belief. He places his thin hands ontop of hers. She flinches, seeing this pleases him, he thrives on the fear like an incubus.
She tries to wiggle her hands out from under his. She cannot stand the heat of the touch anymore. She is very sure that if she doesn't escape from his grasp it will kill her. That her heart would stop from such raw fear.
"What have I told you about struggling?"
He whispers to her. There is no need for him to whisper, but he does anyway. She stops fighting, she is willing to embrace death if it is to end this misery.
"There, now, that's my Violet."
He seems drunk on wine, or drunk on something else altogether.
She cannot fight the tears anymore, she didn't want to cry infront of him, but once she started she couldn't stop. She was blubbering, blubbering like any girl her age is allowed too. And through her sobs she spits out: "I'm not your Violet. I'm not, I'm not."
He lets go of her hands, and though this relieves her, it doesn't help her situation. She is still strapped in by her wrists and ankles and sobbing infront of a great villian.
He glares at her, as if she was cursing his name instead of weeping. "Why are you doing this to me?" She cries. He turns around and pulls a needle and bottle of unfriendly looking liquid.
"It's a sedative."
He said, answering the question that was just forming in her head.
She didn't want drugs, she won't let him do this to her. She cannot fight him, though. He takes the needle and presses it into a dark blue vein in her forearm. She stops crying, not on purpose, because she stills feels as if she could cry many, many more tears. It is the drugs taking effect. Her eyes are bleary and she feels very tired.
But she doesn't want to sleep here. She wants to sleep in her home, the one that burned down, what feels like forever ago. "No, no, no, no." She mumbles. She isn't sure what she is objecting to.
"It's okay to sleep, Violet, sleep."
Olaf says to her, he says it like it's a secret, only for her and him.
"For once" she decides in a dreamy state of mind. "I will agree with him."
She is nearly dreaming when Olaf, treacherous Olaf, leans closer to her. He brushes his lips aganist her softer ones. She thinks he is finished off when he presses himself closer. Deepening the kiss, making it fierce. He stands again, and simply looks at her. He whispers to her, one last time. "Goodnight."
Before walking out of the room. Her mind isn't working right. But she smells red wine more then ever, she always loved the smell of wine.