Hello everyone, sorry for the super long delay getting this story updated, but i was again away on vacation for about a month and I have also been suffering from a major case of writer's block! So hopefully all you who wrote me those lovely reviews will be content with this explaination for my careless disregard for your most likely diminished patience with me, and i again thank you for taking the time to review me, because that's what kept me going even when I had the most annoyingly bout of writer's block.
so here is the new chapter, i hope you enjoy, please r&r and i would like to again dedicate this chappy to you!
with love,
>Lia
Chapter Three
Her eyes fluttered open.
Where was she? She couldn't remember…but where was Sunny?
"Sunny?" Violet called out in a hoarse whisper. The room was dark and cold from the air that seeped through the rafters.
Where is Sunny! Her mind hurt from thinking too much, but she was forgetting something…no someone. A few small tears escaped her greenish-hazel eyes.
What had she done? Violet's thin body slid quietly off the bed, and she quickly dressed and flung herself through the door, running down the stairs towards the main floor, where she could confront her fears, and set the record straight. To set him straight.
"Klaus?" Violet turned the corner to find the kitchen empty, save for a note on the breakfast table, she rushed over to it and skimmed the lines of almost indistinguishable handwriting.
Dear Orphans,
My troupe and I are taking a well earn vacation from the backbreaking work that have been doing over the past week; not to mention the added stress of have you children to rear. (Violet had to laugh at that because she knew full well that Count Olaf and his troupe had done absolutely Nothing over the past week.) We have also taken the liberty of finding a kind of permanent daycare for your sister. She may return upon our own…return, but it is highly unlikely. Please continue your work in the garden, and behave yourselves… you know what I mean.
With love, yours sincerely,
Count Olaf and troupe
p.s. don't even think about escaping, the house is being watched.
Violet shivered, not from the cold, but from the large, frightening eye that was drawn on the bottom of the note. It looked very similar to the one on Olaf's ankle. After a few minutes of taking in what the note had said, Violet began looking for her brother again.
"Klaus?" She called, but no answer came, except the eerie echoes coming from every direction. First she searched the rooms calling his name every so often. With no hint of him anywhere, she decided that the most logical place he could have gone would be the garden.
She stood in the open doorway leading to the garden, looking sadly out at the rain that was pounding heavily upon the ground. He loves the rain. Violet's skin felt a wave of warmth at the thought, and she proceeded through the doorway, out into the rain in only her normal, definately not rain repellentclothes.
Klaus walked cautiously towards the foggy window pane, eager to see where his sister was going to go looking for him. As he looked through the glass he witnessed a heartbreaking scene. Violet had slipped and fell into a puddle of mud, and was kneeling on the ground with her face in her hands.
Out of all the bad situations they had been in, at this moment she looked the most unfortunate and disturbingly upset that it pained Klaus to even watch. But he was her brother, and he should go help her out of common couresty, but he didn't. This was his time to hurt her for a change, he was going to play this game with her even if it ended up hurting him more (though he pushed that thought to the back of his mind).
So instead of running to her aid, Klaus merely turned and walked in the opposite direction, muttering words of heartbreak and sorrow.
When she returned inside, Violet looked truly miserable for the reason most would believe was because she had just spent the most part of an hour in the pouring rain, only to return to the little warmth of the house, empty-handed. But in truth, she was horribly miserable because she felt utterly hopeless, and wished that she could just sit in her brother's warm embrace, next to a crackiling fire, and be happy again. But Klaus was no where to be found, and there was not a fire in sight. Instead she grabbed a crusty blanket from the linen closet and wrapped it about herself, while she sat tiredly in a hard wooden chair. Soon she had fallen fast asleep, snoring softly because of a plugged nose.
Klaus had watched her enter the living room, grab the blanket and fall asleep, from his perch at the top of the stairs. How dare she fall asleep when she should be looking for me! His mind was full of angry thoughts of betrayal and heartbreak. He should go wake her up and yell at her. That would teach her a lesson...but no, he thought, then we would have to face each other right now, no I will hide from her, then she'll be sorry she... but he could not finish the thought, it was still too painful to even try to explain.
Slowly he crept down the stairs, as to not wake Violet in the process, and when he reached the last step he rushed off through the doorway, leaving her to serach for her brother later. As he run through the hallway, the image of her seated in the chair, her eyes closed peacefully flogged his brain, but he continued to look for a hiding place, where he silently wished his sister would come a find him.
"1...2...3...4..."
"Violet, you're peeking!" an 8-year-old Klaus yelled lovingly at his older sister. The 10-year-old Violet giggled quietly then placed her small hands over her eyes, and continued counting.
"5...6...7..." Klaus laughed and ran out of the living room, and into the library, his favourite place to hide while playing hide and seek. His eyes scanned the room and found the perfect hiding place...the closet!
"Ready or not here I come!" Violet's cheerful voice rang loudly throughout the house, so he hurried into the library's closet, and shut the door as quietly as possible.Klaus positined himself behind some dusty boxes. From where he was, he had a small veiw of the room through a crack in the door. Come and find me, he thought, as he waited for his sister to come looking.
Klaus swiped at a single tear that escaped his eye, as he entered Olaf's living room closet reminiscing about his past. Those fond memories seemed the only happy thing left in his life, which made him even more depressed. He sighed sadly and shut the door without thinking about it...BANG. The sound of the door shutting reverberated loudly throughout the house. Oh no, Klaus thought as he cowered in the back of the closet.
Violet woke to a loud banging noise coming from the living room, and the first thought that came to mind was: Klaus! She leaped out of the chair and ran in the direction of the sound...but where was he? When she entered the room he was no where to be found.
"Klaus?" Where has he gone? "Klaus!" Violet's eyes began to brim with tears. "Klaus, please..." She was dieing inside...everytime she called his name and he didn't answer she would feel like she had been given a hard kick in the stomach. "Please..." Violet gasped as shesank slowly to the floor, clutching her stomach, and sobbing, but no sound left her lips...she couldn't breath.
Klaus watched this scene unfold and was horrifyed...his sister looked as though she was suffocating to death, and it was because of him...she just sat there crying...
"Klaus, where have you gone?" They had been playing for quite a long time and Violet still hadn't been able to find her little brother, and she was starting to get a bitworried that she had lost him forever. "Klaus if you can you hear me, please come out, i'm scared."
Klaus giggled furiously, but luckily he stiffled them with his hand or he would have surely been found out.
"Klaus, please!" Violet gasped as she broke down in tears. This shocked Klaus because he had only ever known his older sister to cry when she was very, very upset. He watched as she slid to the floor, her back up against the arm of their father's reading chair, and place her face in her hands, and start sobbingso much that her body began to heave. "Klaus..." she finally whispered.
VIOLET! Klaus' heart was screaming for him to go to her, talk to her at least...even if she had broken his heart...no! he couldn't go and save her again, and have her toy with him again! But he still loved her, with all his heart, even if she couldn't love him, she was still his sister...But she said she HATED him...that was a little harsh, but he still loved her...her piercing eyes, sweet smile, her soft, soft lips...what was he thinking, she hated him!
As Klaus stayed hidden in the closet, his sister sat on the floor sobbing, and gasping, and crying her heart out, unable to control herself any longer. He stopped muttering to himself and listened to her as she cried out his name softly...
"Klaus"
"Vi, Violet!" The young Klaus flung himself over to where his sister was seated on the floor, her face in her hands. "Vi, what's the matter; did I do something wrong?" His face was screwed up in confusion, and puzzlement at his sister's state. Slowly Violet stopped crying,though still she kept her face hidden to her younger sibling, not wanting to show him her weakened self. But Klaus would have none of it. He lifted his small hands to her own, and gently pulled them away from her, revealing puffy eyes and rosy, tear-stained cheeks.
Neither said a thing, but silent smiles spoke volumes. Violet looked into her brothers eyes and saw that tears had begun to fall smootly over his round cheeks, this made her heart swell, and she pulled him into a giant bear hug, which lasted quite a while. Soon they were just sitting on the floor in each other's arms, quietly sharing the peaceeful moment, until Klaus finally broke the embrace and looked deep into his sister's eyes, and he did something Violet did not expect, he place a gently, loving kiss upon her lips.
It lasted for no more than a few seconds, and afterward Klaus ran into the kitchen to help their father with dinner, leaving Violet sitting on the floor, her face screwed up in confusion and puzzlement.
Violet's breathing slowly from ragged gasps to long, heavy sighs, as she began to regain control of her emotions, but still the urge to find her missing brother burned under her skin. So she pulled herself up off the floor and paced shakily over the doorway, but she caught a glimpse of something out the window, so instead of restarting her tireless search, she stood and gazed out the dirty glass, starring out at the rain pouring down on the lovely garden.
Klaus watched her calm herself and regain her poise. She was so amazing to him, her mysteriousness just made her that more irresistable. She got up and looked as though she was going to return to the search, but she hesitated and walked over to the window instead, which confused Klaus, but he thoguht it the best time to strike...catch her unaware.
As quietly as possible, he exited the closet, and padded over to the window, where is sister stood gazing through the glass at something unknown outside. The closer he got, the more conflicting feelings flogged his brain, tell him that he was a stupid, gutless, child that should be running in the opposite direction, and the closer he got the more he started to believe these things. I must be stupid for doing this, I mean she doesn't love me, she's just using me! Turn around! Turn around!
But when he finally got close enough to touch her, the voices in his mind disapeared, as he smell her beautiful scent. The one that smell of lilacs and vanilla. The one that reminded him how much he needed her, and how much he wanted her, but most of all, how much he loved her.
"Violet I love you, more than anything I've ever known." His words sounded faraway, and foreign, but they rang true to his heart. "Violet, I don't care if you don't feel the same, but I just have-to tell you that I need you, and that I have loved you from the first time I saw you!" The warm buzzing feeling started to bubble in the pit of his stomach again. But nothing happened. There was no reaction...at all. Violet didn't move, or even say anything, she just stood still.
Klaus couldn't stand to think that she was upset, or crying, or heaven forbid, angry, so he lightly placed his hands on her shoulders, and turned her ever so slowly, as if he was frightened of her reaction, which was probably the case. But to his relief and utter surprise she was not crying or angry, or even slightly filled with rage, in fact she was almost the polar opposite. Violet Baudelaire was standing before her brother with the biggest grin upon her face, that Klaus had ever seen.
Because of this Klaus applied the biggest smile he could muster aswell. Violet didn't speak, but instead almost pounced on Klaus, as she pulled him into a powerful embrace. They just held each other for awhile, when finally Klaus broke the hug, keeping his arms securly around her waist, pulling back so that they could look into eachother's eyes, when Violet broke the silence.
"Klaus, about yesterday, you know, what I said...I really didn't mean-" but her words were interrupted with a whipser-like kiss, that lasted only a few seconds, but instantly sent chills down her spine. She had to have more. Now. Violet pushed Klaus, hard, onto the sofa, and jumped on top of him, and continues to kiss him passionately on the mouth. Klaus' reaction at first was surprise but he soon returned the favour, kissing her back, just as aggressivly as she was.This caused a low moan to erupt from Violet's throat, exciting Klaus even more. They broke the kiss for air and Klaus could feel Violet's warm tongue against his ear, and neck, cause him to groan in turn. They were soon so arosed that Violet felt she had to do something, so she slid her hand slowly down his chest and over his stomach untill it rested upon his trouser button, which made Klaus really excited, but she froze. She just stopped totally, unable to move.
Then she climbed off of her brother and runs out of the room. Klaus who was still shaken from the moments before, clumbsily followed her out into the kitchen where she was waiting, in the doorway leading out into the backyard.
"Violet," He croaked, "what are you doing?" She didn't answer, she just gave him a very tempting look and ran out into the rain. He was shocked but to intreged to do anything about it, so he followed her.As soon as he came through the backdoor he stopped, amazed at her behaviour. Violet stood in the middle of the backyard in the pouring rain, and began to dance. Not beautifully like a ballerina, or a gymnast, but awkwardly like she had no idea what she was doing, but she could care less. This made Klaus smile, so broadly, and laugh a little at her crazy movements, but not because he thoguht that she looked like a fool, but because he really loved her, a lot.
So he followed her, out into the middle of the yard, where she stood sopping wet, but smiling like a child on Chirstmas.
"May I have this dance?" He asked in a fake polite voice. Violet laughed but accepted his exstended hand, and they began to slow dance around in the pouring rain, turning, and twirling to some unknown melody. They smiled brilliantly at eachother, then Klaus stopped. He gazed at her rained-on beauty and swiped away some soggy hair from her face, and leaving a long, soft kiss upon her pink, shinning lips. Violet smiled against his mouth as the rain began to lighten, just like in the movies. Things were really looking up for them, though they were still living with Count Olaf and his evil troupe, at least they had each other. Maybe they could finally be happy.
BANG! The sound of a car door slamming shut, came from the front of the house, making dread seep back into them like the rain that soaked through their clothes.
A/N- well that's what I came up with after my my horrible writer's block finally left me. I hope you enjoyed it. I would like to thank all my reviewers again, because you are definately the reason why I continue to write! So thanks! And please R&R
>love, Lia
