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Violet opened her eyes slowly, feeling weary to be awake again. She took a moment to register where she was, and remembered last night.

Involuntarily, she clutched her lower self, and hissed in pain. It was sore, and her head ached. She swallowed up some courage, and turned to see if he was there.

But she froze, not believing what he was doing. Obviously he must have done this in his sleep, seeing as how he'd never be this close if he was aware of it.

His arm was wrapped around her waist, her body tucked into his own. She feared what he would do when he woke up. She surely wasn't going to move first, he'd think she'd done it.

This was terribly awkward, and she feared to move an inch.

Yet, Violet couldn't deny, that it was nice to have the warmth of someone's body on hers, not wanting to damage her or harm her. Just... warmth. From another person who was tired.

She thought about the night before, and shivered thinking about how he had touched her. It was so wrong... She was only fourteen, and she'd thought she'd lose her innocence to someone she loved.. Not him.

She felt dirty, thinking that she was no longer a virgin. She wanted to scrub her body clean of him. She smelled like his cologne, her hair smelled like him. She hated it.

But still, that lingering feeling of peace subsided her thoughts, hearing Olaf's deep breaths cascase down her neck. It was almost comforting.

Images of her parent's dying, however, crossed her mind, and resentment entered her confused thoughts. She was becoming sick of all this torturous thinking.

Violet's breath ceased, and felt him stretch beside her. Just as she suspected, he became rigid. Olaf's eyes looked down to where his arm was, and almost shrieked at himself. He slowly pulled his arm away, not aware that Violet was actually awake. He hoped she didn't know he was holding her like that.

Not that he minded the feeling of her soft flesh wrapped in his arm. Her waist petite and naked. He peeked his eyes over to the small clock and saw the hour hand pointing to the 10.

"Shit." Violet heard him whisper, and she felt his side of the bed lift up when he got up. She heard clothing rustle, and saw her own dress fly across the floor as he found his trousers. He was dressing hurriedly, and the door creaked open. She thought he left but heard no footsteps.

He walked quickly to the table in front of her, and she just barely had time to shut her eyes before he saw her wide awake. He opened the top drawer, and pulled a notepad out, and grabbed a pen that was resting in his chest pocket. He scribbled something, and dodged out of the room. She waited to be sure that he'd left, and looked at the doorway.

He'd shut the door tightly, and she sat up, pulling the blanket along with her to cover herself. Just as she'd reached out to get the note, she saw that he'd left the transcript of his latest play he was working on with Reeves. She huffed angrily, and remembered that he and Reeves were working on it today at 10:30, and were going to have a sort of brunch meal.

She read the note quickly, and tried to make out what his chicken scratch said.

Violet,

I am currently at Reeves most likely as you are reading this, so today you're free to do as you please.

You better not go anywhere.

I mean it.

O.

She grumbled to herself, knowing that she'd have to go give him the transcript to his play. Obviously he'd need that.

The floorboards creaked as Violet walked to her room quickly, blankets still wrapped around her naked form. She threw a purple dress on, and re-did her tussled bed hair.

Quickly, she made her way to the bathroom and washed out her mouth with some toothpaste and water see as how there was no toothbrush.

"Klaus?" She whispered, entering the two other siblings' room. He peeked his eyes open and smiled at her.

"You alright?"

"Fine. I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." She said, but Klaus eyed her suspiciously.

"He forgot his stupid transcript." She grumbled, lifting it up for him to see. He nodded in understanding, and fell back down onto his pillow beside his younger sister.

She shut the door softly, and jogged down the steps. She knew he'd be angry once he realized he'd forgotten it, and she didn't want him to take that out on her.

Violet cursed when the wind whipped at her face. Feeling cold, her feet briskly moved across the pavement.

Her mind was racing with thoughts about he night before. Sure she had felt a little pleasure, but her heart battled with her mind.

The sensible part of her mind told her it was just oh-so wrong, and shouldn't have happened.

The wild part of her heart told her it was only natural to experience those touches and feelings from her husband.

Nonetheless, she was just overwhelmingly confused with herself. She felt alone, and knew that she had no one to talk to. She was locked in her own world.

She couldn't talk to Klaus, and of certainly not Sunny about what had happened. They didn't need to know those details, and she knew Klaus wasn't stupid. He knew what had happened last night.

Violet nearly jumped with a fright, when she realized that she was already at Reeves house. She pushed her head back down, bravely swallowing some courage. Gripping the papers Olaf would need, she raced up the steep, porch steps. Just as she reached for the doorknob, it swung open, and she collided with a familar, tall man.

"Oof!" She gasped, and looked frightfully to whoever had ran into her. She'd fallen to the ground, and was staring up at her husband.

"Violet? Is that my transcript?" He asked, not bothering to help her off the ground. She rolled her eyes and nodded.

"I was actually just going back for them.. I.. Uh.. Thanks." He said, as if it took all of his might to say thank you. She just smiled a small smile, and handed it to him.

She shivered when the slimy voice of Reeves interrupted their awkward run-in.

"Violet, Darling!" She gulped deeply, seeing the skinny man step beside Olaf. He wasn't all that bad looking, but there was an evil glint in his eyes still, same from the night before.

"Hello, sir." She said softly, and Olaf looked at Reeves curiously.

"Well come on in dear! Get out of the cold!" He grinned maliciously, and hopped back into his door. She hated his overzealous happiness. It was fake and sickening.

She looked at Olaf for some sort of permission, and cursed herself. Why did she feel it necessary for his opinion? She walked in quickly, and Olaf shut the door behind her.

"Take a seat!" Reeves called to her, and she did so, right on his dark green couch. It wasn't very comfortable, and Olaf noticed her uneasiness. She simply kept a pleasant face, and he was feeling confused.

Why now, was she acting like a sweet housewife? Why was she just simply giving up her spit-fire attitude?

"Now! Olaf, let me see those papers!" Olaf nodded, and walked up to read him his ideas. Strangely, Reeves loved them all.

"It is genious Olaf! I bet Violet lended you a hand at creating this storyline, yes?" He asked, his voice dark and his eyebrow raised up sinisterly. She simply nodded, and Olaf continued to scrutinize her behavior.

"So basically, the man that has been accused to be cheating on his fiance, proves he is innocent, only at the price of his fiance dying at the hands of the woman he supposedly had an affair with. And this woman's excuse was that she couldn't bare to see him with another woman other than her, and that her obsession was over powering her judgment? Pretty good I must say." He grinned at Olaf, and Olaf offered some more ideas. Violet sat awkwardly as they spoke each giving each other ideas. Why was she still here?

"Olaf, friend! Would you mind getting those files I told you about in my study? I want to look over these last details once more." Olaf waited a moment before replying, saying he would.

Reeves turned the other way, laying the manuscript out on the table, reading through it.

When Olaf walked past Violet, he stopped when her hand snagged with his. He looked down at her, and she mouthed the words, "Don't take long.. Please." He didn't reply immediately, scanning her face.

He simply nodded, and briskly walked to Reeves dark study.

Just as Violet expected, Reeves strode over to her, his long legs reaching his destination quickly.

"How are you, my love? You seem different today. Something upsetting you?" He said, his mouth hovering near ear. She grimaced, and leaned back from his menacing stature.

"Oh come now, don't act shy, dear. You feel these feelings too." He said, his hand dancing along her collarbone.

She shivered, but he took it the wrong way. This shiver was of fear and disgust, not desire.

"Oh, yes.." He moaned to her, and she realized that he was now kissing her. She shoved him away, and the there was a loud crack.

Olaf's ears heard the sound, and he craned his neck there. Finally, he found the files, and he ran back to the parlor.

A bright, red hand-print was on Reeves cheek, and he was clapping. He noticed that Violet had a deep flush across her cheeks, her eyes blazing.

"She is such a wonderful actress, Olaf! We just went through the part about the fiance hearing about my supposed affair, and she went right with the part! Unbelievable! Isn't that right, Violet?" He said quickly, straigtening his tie, and peering at her with a glint in his eyes. Olaf snapped his face to hers, and she simply nodded to Olaf, agreeing with Reeves.

Olaf just walked over to the table, and when he turned his back Reeves mouthed the words to Violet, "Watch your step, girl."

Violet desperately wanted to leave, and cleared her throat. Both men glanced her way, and she stood up quickly.

"Well, you both seem like you have what you need, so I'll just be heading back now." She said almost to quiet to hear, and spun on her heels heading to the doorway.

Footsteps followed her, and for the first time in Violet's life, she prayed that it was Olaf coming for her. And thank god, it was him.

She kept walking however, and stepped onto the porch. The wind whipped her already red cheeks, and she nodded to Olaf.

He grabbed her arm quickly, and she spun to his face. He threw his jacket at her, and grumbled out,

"You'll catch your death silly girl." She bowed her face in thanks, and he spoke up, softer this time. "I need to talk with you later, but don't expect me back til' late at night." She remained silent, and just nodded to him, and realized that he was kissing her again.

But this time, she felt her body melting into his, and her muscles untensing. This kiss, just felt right. She saw Reeves staring angrily, and he whipped himself away from the scene.

She had a sneaking suspicion that Olaf was doing this to show Reeves that she was his, and his only. Olaf wasn't stupid. He knew what was going on.

"Go." He ordered, softer than usual, and she wrapped his jacket around her shoulders.

She didn't look back this time, and felt that familiar heat in between her legs still from Olaf's kiss. She didn't care anymore. It felt good, and she was done denying that.

Violet kicked a few rocks, feeling pride in knowing that she'd slapped Reeves disgusting face, and she grinned at herself.

She jogged up those familiar, creaky porch steps to Olaf's home, and looked at the dismal area. She really was sort of getting used to being her, but was still missing her parent's and her old home.

Her eyes fogged a moment with tears, and she breathed deeply, and went to check on her siblings. She peered inside and saw Klaus sitting up reading a book while Sunny was still fast asleep.

"Hello, Klaus." She smiled sweetly, and walked into the room with her siblings.

"Is that Olaf's jacket?" He asked wide eyed, and she nodded. She suddenly felt ashamed for Klaus to think she was alright with him, because she knew how much he resented the Count.

He simply nodded to her, not really angry.. but he had mixed emotions.

She sat on the couch across the room, and whispered.

"Klaus. Don't leave until I wake up. Please." She said, and he smiled to his sister,

"I won't." She felt her muscles relax immidiately, and sleep overcame her tired body once again.

Whatever this whole thing going on with Reeves, needed to end. Immediately. Violet was disgusted with him, and she needed to think of a plan.

She fell asleep, dreaming of ways to outsmart the dastardly evil Reeves, his evil eyes grinning at her in her nightmares through her entire slumber.

Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short this time guys! I hope you all liked it, because this was just sort of a filler chapter for future ones I have planned. Leave me a review with your thoughts!