Title: Never-ending
Pairings: Violet/Olaf, Gríma/Éowyn, Phantom/Christine
Other Characters: Darth Maul, V, Elphaba
Summary: Some quests are endless. A series of one-shots about various characters.
Rating: PG-13 for creepiness.
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, although I certainly seem to pretend I do.
A/N: It's not actually a crossover, even though it looks like it. Each character simply has variations on the theme.
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A Series of Unfortunate Events
"Seven Deadly Sins"
Elvie Bexer
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Olaf barely remembered being a boy. Indeed, it seemed to all who knew him that he had never been a child; and perhaps he hadn't. While still young he had become a lonely orphan, his parents brutally murdered - so he believed - by a rich family he knew as the Baudelaires. Young as he was he had still sworn vengeance against the cold-blooded killers, and thusly he waited for years, awaiting the perfect moment to destroy his most hated enemies.
As his hatred grew and overtook him, so too did many other vices. The foremost of these transgressions was a terrible, voracious greed. Never as wealthy as many of his former friends, he quickly wasted his money in attempts to impress the upper class society and was ruined. Thrown into a desperate and poor state, he thirsted for the former glory of his life. He became determined to acquire more and more money, amassing fortune after fortune until he need never worry about his situation and status again. And who better to steal money from than the Baudelaires, his ultimate foes?
It seemed so simple at first, his quest to ruin them. He would kill them as they had killed his parents, and then he would steal away their children and torture them until they could take no more. Once they had joined their parents in their flaming graves, their fortune would be his.
The law was never on his side in most cases, especially this one; but it rarely mattered. Olaf was clever enough to outwit even the smartest of lawyers, and he was quick to seek out legal ways in which to snatch the Baudelaire fortune from the young and lost children. It would be like taking candy from a baby.
There was only one difficulty, and her name was Violet.
The orphans had been tired and depressed when they arrived at Olaf's doorstep. Olaf had grown cold-hearted enough not to care about the boy, Klaus, and he certainly cared nothing for the baby, Sunny. But the girl… that sad, beautiful girl…
Soon it was no longer greed that was Olaf's only sin. He was forced to add 'lust' to the ever-growing list.
He mentally berated himself every day as he watched her scrub the floors and windows from whatever corners he could hide in. She's only fourteen! his mind would shout. You're sick! You're twisted! You're disgusting!
Indeed, he must have been; but he couldn't help himself. Violet reminded Olaf somewhat of himself after his parents' death: young and lost, with anger smoldering just below the sad exterior. Pushed far enough, Olaf was certain, she would become as cold and hateful as he. Then, at last, she and he would be the perfect match.
He had nearly screamed in ecstasy when he found the ultimate culmination to his plans: a wife's estate was passed immediately to her husband. Violet, as his wife, would have to give him her fortune. With money and his pretty little wife, Olaf would at last be able to satisfy every last one of his miserable vices. More likely, he would add a few more to the list, but that mattered little to him; what he wanted more than anything was to sate his need for money, and for that perfect, lost and lovely girl.
One thing he forgot, in the midst of his joy at this perfect solution: Violet was every inch as clever as he, and, as she well knew, there is always something.
When she announced that she had signed the page with her left hand, Olaf had nearly died of his own shock and rage. She had denied him, even though he had promised her the comforts of a happy home; she had rejected him, even with her baby sister hanging from a tower. She had outwitted him, somehow. He hated the Baudelaire family so much in that instant, and loved Violet even more. How could he not? Such cleverness was rare in a world full of fools, and though he might not have been from the side of V.F.D. that appreciated reading, he could still appreciate a sharp mind.
He had escaped, of course. Even Violet could not have stopped him, had she tried, which she did not. And once he was safely away from the society that had shunned him, he began to regroup, to plan once more. She and her fortune would not escape him again. And if she did… well, no matter.
He would follow her forever.
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