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A recap of last chapter:

Feeling a little put out, he looked around the house for his wife.

When he couldn't find her, he began to get angry.

Then he saw the back door open.

With a roar of fury, he ran out the door and looked around outside, but Violet was no where to be seen.

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"VIOLET!" cried Klaus, and ran to his sister.

Mr. Poe had just arrived back at his house with Violet, and he staggered into his study without a word, to pour himself a large glass of brandy.

When Violet saw her brother running towards her, she began to cry with happiness, and embraced her brother. As soon as she let go of him, he begged her to tell him what had happened. Violet thought back on the many unpleasant things that had happened, and gave her brother a less graphic description of the events.

"Well, at least you are safe now," said Klaus, when Violet wrapped up her tale.

Violet smiled. "I'm just so happy to be away from Count Olaf."

Sunny walked over to Violet as fast as her legs would allow her. Violet gave her sister a hug, and then excused herself, as she was exhausted.

Climbing into a bed which had been made up for her, Violet fell asleep straight away.

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Count Olaf threw his last bottle of wine at Fernald, but he missed.

"I said I was sorry boss," Fernald complained. "She was only out of my sight for about a minute. As soon as that Poe guy came banging on the door, blabbing on about the weather, I got distracted. Gee, that guy was acting weird. It was almost like he was trying to distract us or something…"

Olaf looked up at Fernald, his shiny eyes widening.

For a few hours, Count Olaf had threatened everyone in the house, and had sent half his acting troupe to search the city for Violet. He couldn't believe that his Countess has escaped so easily.

"Anyway," continued Fernald, "what does it matter if she got away? I mean, we already HAVE the fortune, don't we?"

"You know what?" Olaf said finally, "you're right. We have the fortune, why do we need Violet? Except for the fact that I WANTED TO KEEP HER! DID I NOT MAKE MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR?" roared Olaf.

Fernald backed away quickly.

"Ok! Settle down, I'm sorry, I forgot!" Fernald said hastily.

Sighing, Olaf began pacing the room. "It doesn't matter; I think I know where to find her. Tomorrow, I will bring her back to me."

Fernald went to leave the room, but Count Olaf stopped him.

"Fernald, I have a job for you as well. When I go to retrieve Violet, I need you to come with me."

"Why? What do I have to do?" complained Fernald.

"Because you, my handicapped friend, have to take the baby," replied Olaf.

"The baby? Why do we need the baby?" Fernald asked curiously.

Olaf smirked, and simply replied: "You'll see."

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As the sun rose the next day, Violet gazed out the window, thinking about Count Olaf, a million questions running though her head. Was she safe from Count Olaf? Was he really her husband? Did he now have control of the Baudelaire fortune? And, most importantly, what would he do to her if he found her?

Shuddering, Violet went to make herself some breakfast.

Violet, Klaus, and Sunny spent the day together, talking and laughing as they had once done, a long time ago. At lunch time, Mr. Poe took them out to a fancy restaurant. As they left the house, they were too busy chatting between themselves that they didn't notice the black car on the opposite side of the road. Once the Baudelaire's and Mr. Poe were out of view, Count Olaf and Fernald got out of the car, and ran over to Mr. Poe's house. Trying the door and finding it locked, they both went into the back yard to find an open window. Luckily for them, there was one, so they both climbed through it, and found themselves in the dining room.

"Ok, go and find the baby's room," Count Olaf ordered Fernald. "Once you find it, open a window so you can get out. Then hide yourself. As soon as she is put to bed, you are to take her to the car and wait for me there. Do you understand me?"

Fernald looked a little worried, but nodded his head.

"Good," said Count Olaf, and he disappeared into the house.

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"Children, I have some news for you," Mr. Poe announced. "Tomorrow I will be taking you to your new guardian. Her name is Kit; however she kept referring to herself as "K". She lives in this city, so we won't have to travel too far."

When Mr. Poe left, Klaus turned to Violet.

"Do you think we will be safe with this Kit person?" he asked.

"I'd like to think so, but I'm finding it difficult to trust anyone these days," Violet replied, looking at her feet.

Klaus looked at his sister curiously. "Violet, what's wrong? I mean apart from you being kidnapped by Count Olaf and forced to marry him again. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Violet glanced at her brother. Forcing a smile onto her face, she shook her head.

"I'm going to bed now, can you put Sunny to bed?" Violet said.

"Sure, I'll see you tomorrow then," replied Klaus, and he walked away.

Violet slowly moved up to her room and climbed straight into her bed. She fell asleep right away.

What seemed like a second after she shut her eyes, Violet was suddenly woken by a loud creak. Looking at the cupboard where she thought she heard it from, she decided she must have imagined it. She closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

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Count Olaf wiped the sweat off his forehead. Violet had nearly seen him, and it would have ruined everything. From his hiding spot in Violet's cupboard, he could see her sleeping, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath she took. Olaf smirked. It was almost too easy.

He slowly pushed the door open, taking care not to make the door squeak again.

Finally, he managed to remove himself from the cupboard.

Very quietly, he moved next to Violet's bed. He looked down at her, and saw her face looking so peaceful, so beautiful. He couldn't wait to touch it again.

He knelt down onto her bed, placing his knees on either side of his sleeping beauty. The mattress sank slightly under his weight. Violet stirred, and then groggily opened her eyes. When she saw Count Olaf, she opened her mouth to scream, but he clamped his hand over her mouth. Bending over so he was an inch away from Violet's face, he saw tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Violet, you have disappointed me," whispered Count Olaf, his breath hot against Violet's face. "Did you really think you could run away from me? And did you really think I would never find you? I thought we had an understanding: you live with me, and I won't harm your siblings."

The fear in Violet's eyes must have been obvious. Her breathing became shallow and she felt herself beginning to shake.

With Count Olaf's spare hand, he put a finger to his lips, as if to say "Shh!"

Violet nodded, and Olaf moved his hand off her mouth. Immediately, he pushed his lips roughly against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. The kiss did not last long. Olaf knew that if he kept going, he would not stop, and he would wake up the entire house. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out some duct tape, and quickly placed a piece over Violet's mouth.

"Get up," Count Olaf ordered Violet, as he got off the bed.

Silently obeying, she slowly slid off the bed. He instantly picked her up and climbed out her window. Moving like a shadow, he slipped away from Mr. Poe's house with Violet over his shoulder.

When Olaf reached his car, he forced Violet into the back seat, and slid into the seat next to her.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" said Olaf to Violet, as he ripped the duct tape off her mouth.

"What are you going to do to Klaus and Sunny?" asked Violet immediately.

Count Olaf gestured to the front seat. She hadn't noticed anyone else in the car, but now she saw Fernald holding Sunny up. Sunny was in the same cage that had once held her when the Baudelaire's had first been placed in Count Olaf's care. She has also been gagged, and was staring at Violet, tears running down her tiny cheeks.

Violet tore her eyes away from her sister to look at Olaf.

"You – you took her?" she said with disbelief.

"Violet, I'm a man of my word. I don't just make crazy statements for the hell of it. So when I said I would hurt your brother and sister if you did anything to upset me, I was being completely sincere," said Count Olaf. "Now, Fernald, take us to our new house."

Fernald started the car, and they sped away into the night.

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Uhh…sorry if it got annoying with the POV always changing. It made sense to me as I wrote it, so hopefully it wasn't too confusing or anything.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and as always, please review!