~a/n: well hello Clarisse. *vicious psychotic grin* Mmmkay folks. This is chapter 8, the final chapter of this second story. This may or may not be a trilogy-I dunno yet. We'll have to see about that, won't we? I look back on all the memories I've shared with, err.myself as I wrote this story. All alone in my little home I spent hours pouring my heart, soul, and muse into this random piece Violaf horror, and how much fun I had swearing at my computer as it froze after an hour of unsaved brilliance, wishing to god I could recreate the magic I lost when it did so, and most of all the knowledge that one day I would be able to breath easily when I get a new review, as I wouldn't care if I was being flamed anymore. I had a blast writing it and I'm glad I got to share it with you fine people. I hope you got as much enjoyment out of it as I did. And I'm sorry it doesn't seem to have much direction.

C h a p t e r E i g h t

"We need to get out of here." Violet sounded decisive. Of course, it was easy to be decisive when you could see the terrified face of your little sister and the shadows of old bruises on your brother's face. "There's nothing we can do but get out of here."

"Where will we go?" Klaus asked nervously, glancing around the empty room. "We don't even know where we are right now. How can we find a safe place away from them?"

Violet knew all too well that there was no place they wouldn't be followed. She barely cared about herself anymore; she just knew she had to get Klaus away from Esme. Hopefully Olaf would follow without her.

She knew better than to hope for peace from him, but at least there was a chance for Klaus. She fixed her mind on that as they prepared to leave.

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The moon was a cold sliver in the black sky that autumn night. The only sound was the crunch of fallen leaves under their feet as the figures vanished into the darkness. If they'd spared a final look at the hotel they would have seen a thin face of a man, sinking slowly into a shadowy smile.

"Ah, the music starts again and the dancers pair off. Go wherever you will, my darling Violetta, but don't worry.I'll always be there. In the dark places I'll hide, watching for you. All I have to offer you is my vigilance, and my adoration. And trust me, my dear, you already have that. So run."