~a/n: hee hee hee. Chapter four. The final chapter of my Violaf anti-
masterpiece. Anticlimactic, I know, but I'm trying to set it up nicely with
a sequel in the works. Hey, he promised to pursue in chapter three and I
couldn't resist the story of said pursuit. Have fun with this. :)
C h a p t e r F o u r
As promised, they were able to escape. The door was unlocked, and Klaus and Sunny were huddled restlessly in the corner of another room, conviently unlocked as well. Violet shook them awake.
"Shhh," Violet said as Sunny made a small noise. "Let's get out of here."
"They're all pretty drunk," Klaus whispered, "and I mean REALLY drunk. Tonight's as good a night as ever if we're going to escape."
They crept quietly out of the dark room and headed for the door.
"No," Klaus said, "too obvious. They'll hear it." Outside the rain fell and a breeze drifted at them. "Open window," he whispered, "first floor. Almost like they wanted us to escape."
Violet tried to share his relief, but she knew why the window was opened. "Klaus, you go out first. I'll hand you Sunny and follow you."
"Right," Klaus said. He disappeared out the window, and a moment later she heard the gentle thud of his feet on the floor. She passed Sunny out the window, but as soon as the little girl was out of sight a hand gripped her arm tightly.
"You run, and I'll pursue, just like always. I'm growing fond of this little dance we do, these steps are so familiar. I'll let you get far away, far enough away to feel safe, but watch the shadows. Look out for eyes in the hedges, a stranger in a parked car, a distant laugh. I'll always be there."
As Violet leapt out the window after her siblings, she distantly heard Klaus asked what had taken her so long, but her mind was focused on Olaf's words. Violet felt a twinge of something. It prodded and she ignored it. It prodded again and she ignored it more vigorously. It jabbed her heart and she gave in to it. As the three Bauldilare orphans stole off into the night, all Violet felt for the man she had hated and feared for six months was pity.
C h a p t e r F o u r
As promised, they were able to escape. The door was unlocked, and Klaus and Sunny were huddled restlessly in the corner of another room, conviently unlocked as well. Violet shook them awake.
"Shhh," Violet said as Sunny made a small noise. "Let's get out of here."
"They're all pretty drunk," Klaus whispered, "and I mean REALLY drunk. Tonight's as good a night as ever if we're going to escape."
They crept quietly out of the dark room and headed for the door.
"No," Klaus said, "too obvious. They'll hear it." Outside the rain fell and a breeze drifted at them. "Open window," he whispered, "first floor. Almost like they wanted us to escape."
Violet tried to share his relief, but she knew why the window was opened. "Klaus, you go out first. I'll hand you Sunny and follow you."
"Right," Klaus said. He disappeared out the window, and a moment later she heard the gentle thud of his feet on the floor. She passed Sunny out the window, but as soon as the little girl was out of sight a hand gripped her arm tightly.
"You run, and I'll pursue, just like always. I'm growing fond of this little dance we do, these steps are so familiar. I'll let you get far away, far enough away to feel safe, but watch the shadows. Look out for eyes in the hedges, a stranger in a parked car, a distant laugh. I'll always be there."
As Violet leapt out the window after her siblings, she distantly heard Klaus asked what had taken her so long, but her mind was focused on Olaf's words. Violet felt a twinge of something. It prodded and she ignored it. It prodded again and she ignored it more vigorously. It jabbed her heart and she gave in to it. As the three Bauldilare orphans stole off into the night, all Violet felt for the man she had hated and feared for six months was pity.