hello my faithful readers! Again, i apologize for the lengthy delay, but at least its here right? well i understand if you are very upset with my tardiness in updating but i beg you to give me another chance, i just have such a hard time thinking up new ideas!btw, any ideas that you have for my story would be much appreciated, so email me!But i'm trying to put that behind me and work more dilligently, and i will sincerely try my utmost to post chapter five within...i dunno soon I promise!

anyways back to the story...uhhh, well I own nothing but my less than perfect ideas, Mr. Sicket is the real mastermind...and that's about it...but to refresh your memories here is a bit of a recap...


"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.

-Lia xox

Chapter Four

"No!" Violetsobbed, burying her face in Klaus' chest. He held her tighter, pressing his own frigid body up against hers and stroking her hair soothingly. He couldn't, for all his vast knowledge of words, phrases, and expressions, think of anything that was remotely close to summing up how he felt inside. So they stood in the freezing rain, that had started to pound harder against them…listening.

Klaus listened for the horrible footsteps of and evil man to pound into the house, while his sister listened to the rhythmic thumping of Klaus' heart, which was beating faster and faster at a continuous pace. Both siblings jumped slightly at the sound of the front door slamming shut. Violet could hear her brother's heartbeat speed up, so she hugged him more forcefully, which caused him to wake from his dreamlike daze.

Klaus smiled at her, and she smiled back, but this connection was lost when a voice, the voice that had haunted both their dreams, began ringing through the house.

"Orphans, orphans, I'm home!" The voice was moving, up the stairs it seemed that he must he check for them in their room. "Orpahns, where are?" They made no attept to reply.

"Klaus, I'm scared," Violet said, though her words were shaky, not from the cold, but from the sickening feeling that kept creeping up on her. Her brother took her hands in his, brought them to his lips kissing them softly, then he started to blow on them to keep her warm.

"I'm scared too, but I know we'll be fine as long as we stay together." Violet's eyes were downcast, but with those words she looked up at Klaus' face, his eyes looked hopeful and kind.

"B-but what if, what if we get split up?" Tears spilled from her glassy eyes, burning her cheeks, and mixing with the raindrops as they continued to fall. Klaus thought for a moment but shook his head,

"We can't think about the what if's, because you and I both know that in this world nothing is for certain." His voice was strong and calming but it was laced with fear and unknowing, so he wiped away Violet's tears with his thumb, just to comfort her more. She smiled again and replied,

"I know one thing for certain..." She wrapped her arms Klaus' neck, pulling his head towards hers, untill their foreheads and noses were touching. Klaus gladly placed his hands on her hips, making the air between them full of heat and anticipation...but before Violet did what they longed to do, she whispered slowly...

"I love you Klaus Baudelaire."

And as if an imaginary force between them had broken, their lips met, calmly, lovingly at first but once they had gotten a taste of eachother, they were hungrier for more.


Unannounced to the siblings, they were being watched by two scorchingly dark eyes, that belonged to a man that was both shocked and appalled by this display of affection.

"Orphans, where have you- Oh, what are you doing?" Count Olaf came, strolling around the corner, into the kitchen, but his question was given no answer. "Hello I'm asking you a- What are you staring at?" Olaf had walked over to where the hook-handed man was standing and found him staring blankly out the window.

Instead of pushing for an answer to his question, he stood next to his accomplice and took a look, for himself, at what he had been staring at. At first his evil eyes grew darker, anger boiling up in his stomach, but then it was gone.

"Ahhh, young love," He spoke as if he was reminiscing about a past love of his own. The man with hooks instead of hands turned to face his boss.

"What...but boss, they're...related!" he spat in a disgusted tone.

"Yes, but it's not like they are going to get married..." As soon as the words left Count Olaf's mouth, it was like a lightbulb had gone off in his head.

"Yeah," his henchman laughed, "then they'd both get to keep the money, right boss?" he nudged Olaf jokingly, but to no response. "Boss?" Olaf's lip had curl into a wicked smirk and he spoke,

"Get the troupe...we've got a play to reherse!" The hook-handed man frowned, but complied, turning and walking through the doorway, mumbling something foul about Count Olaf, under his breath...while Count Olaf himself, pried his eyes away from the steamy scene outside to attend to another part of his plan.


Once the eldest Baudelaires finally parted lips, Klaus held Violet out at arms length, studying her face, her reddened mouth, how it stood out against her ivory skin which was dabbed with pink from the increasing windchill; her eyes, how sultry, yet so sorrowful, sparkiling against the matte grey background; and the dark clouds above them that cast an odd light that gave her an earthy glow.

"Violet Baudelaire, you are the most amazing, intelligent, inventive, and beautiful person I know...And I love you." Klaus spoke quietly, but with the most sincerity you could imagine, "I've loved you from the first moment I can remember, it just took me a while to realize it, but now that I do I know that everything will be all right because we have each other, and I konw that I may sound foolish believe we'll be okay, and I hope you don't think I'm crazy for thinking so, but my love for you is just so strong."

When he finshed his babbling, Klaus exhaled a big sigh of relief to get that of his chest. While Violet on the other hand was grinning uncontollably at his words, but as soon as he had finished she pounced upon him again, covering his mouth with her own, as if to stop him from saying anything else.

And when they finally had to stop for air, Klaus opened his mouth to begin another long speech about his love for Violet's, she quickly placed her fingers over his parted lips, silencing him lovingly, then she moved in slowly as to resume the actions of the previous minutes, but she stopped short, her lips a hair's width away from her brother's who was aching with his whole being to press his mouth against hers. They were so close theycould feel each other's every hot breath, but neither moved a muscle, soaking in this second wave of anticipation, and again, as she had done before, Violet hissed something that made Klaus grin as they pressed their lips together passionately,

"You talk too much."


- Ok so there is chapter four, I know it's a bit shorter than my other chapters but i was in a rush ok? anyways, I'm soooooooo sorry that I am soooo terribly bad at updating but I hope you can forgive me! You reviewers are the only reason why I write so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ & REVIEW!I love you all!

-Lia xox p.s. chapter 5 is almost finished so look for it soon!the more reviews the faster I will update lol!