-hides from Lemony Snicket aka Daniel Handler-

Haha yeah, so I didn't update after a few days, I actually re-wrote the chapter because it seemed a bit strange. So here it is!

A recap of last chapter:

Shaking his head, as though ridding it of unwanted memories, Olaf let go of Violet. He turned to go inside, but first shouted out to Violet:

"By the way, I made breakfast. Oatmeal with raspberries."

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After standing outside for a while, Violet decided she might as well go and eat the oatmeal that Count Olaf had made. As she reached the door to enter the house, she heard raised voices. Not wanting to interrupt, she went to walk around to another entrance, but when she heard her name, she paused. Placing her ear against the door, she heard Fernald arguing with the bald man with the long nose.

"…and we did most of the work, and we don't even get a go with her!"

"Don't let Olaf hear you say that Adrian (AN: This is the bald man, by the way), he won't be very pleased."

"You're thinking it as well Fernald. With all the things we do for Olaf, we never have time to get any, and I think we deserve, as males, a little bit of fun once in awhile!"

"Listen to me Adrian, and listen good. I didn't want to mention anything, but Olaf has a 'thing' for Violet. Don't ask me why. So, if anything should 'happen' to her, you will be answering to Olaf, and he won't be happy."

Violet gave a small gasp, and then heard someone storm off. Tentatively, Violet opened the door, and saw Fernald standing in the kitchen, looking troubled. When he noticed Violet walking in, his face immediately turned to a scowl.

"Hello Countess. I have orders from your husband that you are to make lunch for him," Fernald said bossily.

Violet merely nodded, still shocked by the conversation she had overheard. Fernald walked out, and left Violet in the kitchen by herself.

Looking around for some ingredients, Violet decided to make tomato soup, one of the only dishes she knew how to prepare. She quickly tied her hair up, and began to search for a saucepan, when she saw a bright purple bottle. Violet grabbed it, and read the label: Poison. Do not consume. Consumption will cause death. Her eyes widened, her heart racing. This was her chance, her one chance to escape from Count Olaf forever. Her only hope of freedom, right in her hand! All she had to do was pour a reasonable amount into Olaf's soup, and she would be free.

Violet hesitated.

Killing Olaf would only make her as bad as him, killing whoever he hates. Violet wasn't like that. She sighed. She couldn't do this. She wasn't a murderer.

Violet went to put the poison away, but something caught her eye. Someone to be more specific.

Count Olaf was standing a few feet away from Violet, with a look of pure rage on his face. Violet stared horrified back at him.

"N-n-no I w-wasn't going to d-do it I swear!" Violet stammered, but Olaf didn't seem to hear her.

"You were going to poison me?" Olaf said, his voice dangerously soft.

He walked over to her until they were touching. Olaf towered over Violet, and he looked down on her. He reached out and grabbed the purple bottle from Violet's hand, and threw it through a nearby window. The loud shattering of glass made Violet jump, and was more terrified than she has ever been in her entire life. Olaf was going to kill her, she just knew it. This was it.

Olaf roared, grabbed Violet's wrists, and flung her to the ground. Her head hit the wall, and spots appeared in front of her eyes. She blinked for a few seconds, trying to focus her vision. Seeing Olaf standing over her, Violet tried to explain herself.

"I wasn't going to put it in Olaf! I could never kill anyone! You must believe me!"

Olaf just glared at her, breathing heavily. Violet slowly stood up, and ran up to her bedroom.

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Count Olaf was pacing the room, muttering to himself. Adrian came in, grinning to himself.

"Why would she do that to me?" Olaf yelled as Adrian entered.

"Listen boss, why don't you go take a walk, it'll clear your head, y'know?" Adrian suggested to Olaf.

Olaf looked up at Adrian; only half hearing what was being said to him.

"Huh? Yes, yes I suppose it could," Olaf said, and walked outside.

Adrian chuckled to himself, and walked upstairs to find Violet.

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Violet was lying on her bed, staring out of the window.

Suddenly she heard the door creak open. "It's Olaf", she thought to herself. "Just stay still, it will all be over soon."

She felt the mattress sink under the weight of another person. She closed her eyes tightly.

Lips found their way onto Violet's, and with a feeling of horror, she opened her eyes. These were not Olaf's lips. She saw Adrian on top of her, kissing her savagely, and tearing her dress off her.

Violet went to scream, but Adrian put his free hand to her throat, holding it tightly so Violet could barely breathe.

"Don't worry, precious," whispered Adrian, "it'll all be over in a few minutes. And if I were you, I would keep this our little secret, or something just might happen to your sister. Understand?"

Violet nodded furiously, and then lay completely still while Adrian removed the rest of her clothes.

Finally, Violet was left lying completely naked, bar her underwear. With a gulp, she shut her eyes.

"Olaf, where are you?"

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The door burst open. Olaf stared in shock at Adrian and Violet. Violet opened her eyes and saw Count Olaf walking towards the bed. He pulled Adrian off her, and with all his might, lifted him up and threw him against the wall. Adrian was knocked unconscious. Olaf walked over to him and began kicking him with such ferocity that after a few seconds Violet heard a sickening snap indicating that Olaf had broken some of his ribs. Seeming content with this snap, Olaf grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room.

Violet was left alone on the bed. She pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them tightly, trying to stop herself shaking. She couldn't cry. There were simply no tears left.

A noise at the door indicated that Count Olaf had returned. He sat down on the bed, looking at Violet, and, doing the first thing that came to his mind, wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Violet looked up at him, and finally the tears came, pouring down her cheeks. She wept for her siblings, and for the miserable situation that she was in. She wept for her parents, and for all the people in her life that she would never see again. Finally, she wept for Olaf, the man who had just saved her.

She collapsed into Olaf's chest, and passed out.

Count Olaf looked down at his unconscious wife, as if he had never seen her properly before.

He was infatuated with her, and at first he thought it was because of the way she reminded him of her mother, however now he was realizing that this was not the case. There was something…something that attracted him to her, what it was he could not guess, but seeing her wrapped in his arms made him feel as though he never wanted to let go of her. And that is why his next action was such a difficult one to do.

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Dun dun dun…cliffhanger-ish.

Very sad news, the next chapter is the last one of the fic! -tear-