~a/n: wow. At first this story was gonna be a one shot deal, but I was
afraid that if I didn't write more Madam Luna might never let go of my arm.
So, after I got some stitches, I decided to appease her wrath, and
rereading the story made me realize exactly how much fun these Violaf
stories are to write. "Violaf" is also a fun word to say. Sounds like an
antidepressant, doesn't it? Go on, say it out loud. Fun, yes? Anyway, enjoy
chapter 2! (ps: this is a bit more profane than the rest of my work. I
sorry.)
C h a p t e r T w o
"You seem to be causing a lot of marital problems for them," Klaus whispered, looking to the door. Just beyond it Esme and Olaf were screaming at each other over something no one could quite make out. "From what I gather, she wants to kill you and he still needs you around. But he won't let her kill us either."
"Ioma thow chew," Sunny added thoughtfully, meaning something to the effect of "but I wonder why they won't kill us."
Violet leaned forward and whispered, "he won't kill us because I made him promise he wouldn't."
"Domo no thay," Sunny said, rolling her eyes and glaring at Violet.
"Sunny's right-what has Count Olaf ever done that would make you think we could trust him? The only promise he's ever kept is that he would hunt us down and kill us!"
"Yes, well, we made a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Klaus asked cautiously, giving Violet a very worried look. "What did you agree to?"
"Well." Violet's voice dropped even lower and her siblings had to strain to hear her. "He said he'd keep you two safe if I promised to help him figure out why he's obsessed with me."
"He's OBSESSED with you?" Klaus cried, and things went momentarily silent outside.
"Shhh, I don't think he wants Esme to know!"
"Well, yeah, competition from a beautiful 14 year old would drive her insane. But that's still really creepy."
"Ianna no wat?" Sunny asked.
"Obsessed," Klaus explained hurriedly "means that he can't stop thinking about Violet."
"Eww," Sunny said, stumbling over to Violet and giving her a gentle, comforting bite.
The door burst open. "Alright, brats, visiting hours are over." He snatched up Sunny and pulled Klaus roughly to his feet. He shoved them roughly out the door and slammed it shut. He swore and sat down on the floor across the room from where Violet had been huddling nervously with her brother and sister.
Violet looked away nervously. This was the first time he had been to see her since they had made the deal. The strained, angry look on his face made her feel rather uncomfortable.
He took a steadying breath and opened his eyes. "Good morning, Violet."
"Hello," she said nervously.
"How are you doing?"
"Fine," she lied, wishing he would stop staring at her like that.
"That's good to hear." Beyond the door they could still hear Esme shrieking. A loud thud interrupted her, and she screamed some more. "JESUS, WOMAN, SHUT UP!" he yelled in the general direction of the door, and then turned back to Violet. "She is going to drive me insane."
Violet made an impartial noise and nodded her head distractedly.
"So, where do we begin?"
"I-I don't know exactly."
"Me neither. Do you know anything about psychology?"
"No. That sort of thing was always Klaus' territory. I'm just the inventor. Have you ever been to a psychologist?"
"Nope. Flo used to be one, but then she joined the troupe."
"So why don't you talk to her. I'm sure she could help you more than I could."
"Honestly, she's one of the greatest evil theater troupe members a guy could ask for, but I don't trust her as far as I could spit a rat. And it's not like I can just let this go-I seem incapable of ridding myself of your itch. Really, you're my only hope to get you out of my head."
If he hadn't spent half of the past year trying to kill her, she would have mentioned that she would be quite willing to get out of his head. However, she felt this was no time for cynicism. "Ah," she said faintly.
"Any ideas?"
"I guess we should start with your childhood. That seems like a nice place to start."
"A good a place as any. But there's not really much to remember. When I was seven I was sent to Prufrock Prep. Two years early, but he really wanted to get rid of me."
"He?" Violet asked, intrigued in spite of herself.
"My uncle. I lived with him because my parents, well, were hardly functional lunatics. Both of them were stark raving mad. So I was moved in with my uncle, and the headmaster of Prufrock at the time owed him a favor. I went to classes with everyone else but lived in that little tin shack alone. I can still feel those damn crabs snapping at my toes. I'm smarter than I look, and I studied incredibly hard so that I could graduate a year early and get the hell out of there. I think that's when I started to get evil."
"Really?" Violet said, nodding in a way that she hoped seemed encouraging.
"Mm-hmm. I moved to a rather large city and met Esme. She was very young at the time, very pretty, and a lot easier to deal with. In fact, she was just a little older than you."
Violet unconsciously gave an infinitesimal shudder at this. Olaf seemed not to notice.
"Anyway, I became her theater coach. She had a lot of raw acting talent, and I did my best to refine it. And I suppose that I fell in love with her then. We promised each other we'd get married, maybe settle down, have a family, live a normal life."
Violet tried to imagine Olaf living a normal life, and could only conjure up old memories of his house in the city.
"Of course, that never happened, and for whatever reason she went off and married that candy ass Jerome. Things got pretty bad, and one day I decide that I was just going to give into my nature and become a fully fledged criminal. You know, I think giving you my life story isn't helping the situation at all."
"What else is there to do?"
"Nothing. I guess we just have to wait until next week, after you've had a chance to talk to your brother about psychology." He rose, crossed the room, and then sat before her on the floor, taking both her hands in his. "Goodbye, sweet Violetta."
Violet's eyes widened and she leaned back as far away from him as possible, flattening her back against the wall. He released her hands and left without another word.
~a/n 2: Madam Luna, please forgive me for borrowing the nickname "Violetta", but it was just too much to resist. THANK YOU, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND GOODNIGHT!!
C h a p t e r T w o
"You seem to be causing a lot of marital problems for them," Klaus whispered, looking to the door. Just beyond it Esme and Olaf were screaming at each other over something no one could quite make out. "From what I gather, she wants to kill you and he still needs you around. But he won't let her kill us either."
"Ioma thow chew," Sunny added thoughtfully, meaning something to the effect of "but I wonder why they won't kill us."
Violet leaned forward and whispered, "he won't kill us because I made him promise he wouldn't."
"Domo no thay," Sunny said, rolling her eyes and glaring at Violet.
"Sunny's right-what has Count Olaf ever done that would make you think we could trust him? The only promise he's ever kept is that he would hunt us down and kill us!"
"Yes, well, we made a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Klaus asked cautiously, giving Violet a very worried look. "What did you agree to?"
"Well." Violet's voice dropped even lower and her siblings had to strain to hear her. "He said he'd keep you two safe if I promised to help him figure out why he's obsessed with me."
"He's OBSESSED with you?" Klaus cried, and things went momentarily silent outside.
"Shhh, I don't think he wants Esme to know!"
"Well, yeah, competition from a beautiful 14 year old would drive her insane. But that's still really creepy."
"Ianna no wat?" Sunny asked.
"Obsessed," Klaus explained hurriedly "means that he can't stop thinking about Violet."
"Eww," Sunny said, stumbling over to Violet and giving her a gentle, comforting bite.
The door burst open. "Alright, brats, visiting hours are over." He snatched up Sunny and pulled Klaus roughly to his feet. He shoved them roughly out the door and slammed it shut. He swore and sat down on the floor across the room from where Violet had been huddling nervously with her brother and sister.
Violet looked away nervously. This was the first time he had been to see her since they had made the deal. The strained, angry look on his face made her feel rather uncomfortable.
He took a steadying breath and opened his eyes. "Good morning, Violet."
"Hello," she said nervously.
"How are you doing?"
"Fine," she lied, wishing he would stop staring at her like that.
"That's good to hear." Beyond the door they could still hear Esme shrieking. A loud thud interrupted her, and she screamed some more. "JESUS, WOMAN, SHUT UP!" he yelled in the general direction of the door, and then turned back to Violet. "She is going to drive me insane."
Violet made an impartial noise and nodded her head distractedly.
"So, where do we begin?"
"I-I don't know exactly."
"Me neither. Do you know anything about psychology?"
"No. That sort of thing was always Klaus' territory. I'm just the inventor. Have you ever been to a psychologist?"
"Nope. Flo used to be one, but then she joined the troupe."
"So why don't you talk to her. I'm sure she could help you more than I could."
"Honestly, she's one of the greatest evil theater troupe members a guy could ask for, but I don't trust her as far as I could spit a rat. And it's not like I can just let this go-I seem incapable of ridding myself of your itch. Really, you're my only hope to get you out of my head."
If he hadn't spent half of the past year trying to kill her, she would have mentioned that she would be quite willing to get out of his head. However, she felt this was no time for cynicism. "Ah," she said faintly.
"Any ideas?"
"I guess we should start with your childhood. That seems like a nice place to start."
"A good a place as any. But there's not really much to remember. When I was seven I was sent to Prufrock Prep. Two years early, but he really wanted to get rid of me."
"He?" Violet asked, intrigued in spite of herself.
"My uncle. I lived with him because my parents, well, were hardly functional lunatics. Both of them were stark raving mad. So I was moved in with my uncle, and the headmaster of Prufrock at the time owed him a favor. I went to classes with everyone else but lived in that little tin shack alone. I can still feel those damn crabs snapping at my toes. I'm smarter than I look, and I studied incredibly hard so that I could graduate a year early and get the hell out of there. I think that's when I started to get evil."
"Really?" Violet said, nodding in a way that she hoped seemed encouraging.
"Mm-hmm. I moved to a rather large city and met Esme. She was very young at the time, very pretty, and a lot easier to deal with. In fact, she was just a little older than you."
Violet unconsciously gave an infinitesimal shudder at this. Olaf seemed not to notice.
"Anyway, I became her theater coach. She had a lot of raw acting talent, and I did my best to refine it. And I suppose that I fell in love with her then. We promised each other we'd get married, maybe settle down, have a family, live a normal life."
Violet tried to imagine Olaf living a normal life, and could only conjure up old memories of his house in the city.
"Of course, that never happened, and for whatever reason she went off and married that candy ass Jerome. Things got pretty bad, and one day I decide that I was just going to give into my nature and become a fully fledged criminal. You know, I think giving you my life story isn't helping the situation at all."
"What else is there to do?"
"Nothing. I guess we just have to wait until next week, after you've had a chance to talk to your brother about psychology." He rose, crossed the room, and then sat before her on the floor, taking both her hands in his. "Goodbye, sweet Violetta."
Violet's eyes widened and she leaned back as far away from him as possible, flattening her back against the wall. He released her hands and left without another word.
~a/n 2: Madam Luna, please forgive me for borrowing the nickname "Violetta", but it was just too much to resist. THANK YOU, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND GOODNIGHT!!