~a/n: wow. You all have taken to this horrible, horrible piece of fan
fiction like duckies to water. And just for that, I send more for you!! :)
I heart you.
C h a p t e r T h r e e
Dear Violet,
He's back? Curses, how does he keep finding you after Madam Lulu died? I don't know anything you can do about this situation at the moment, but I'm still researching. Have you told your new guardians yet? Perhaps there's something they can do.
Legally, he can't come near any of us. One of my new guardians is a police officer, and he says that there's an order of restraint filed against him and Esme for each of us, but that doesn't seem to be stopping him. (oh, and to answer your question, no I haven't seen Esme so you needn't worry.)
All I can think of right now is telling your new guardians that you've seen him, and that he's been trying to get into your room. (Has he succeeded in that yet? Let me know.) There's a pretty good library near my new home, so I'll write you when I find something more that can help you.
With love,
Klaus
***
This new letter from Klaus wasn't as helpful as Violet had hoped. Tell them- sure, that'd be a pleasant thing to bring up over dinner. He had promised to keep researching, but now she was beginning to doubt the answer could be found in the library, even to one so literally skilled as her brother.
Not like any of the other advice she had been any better. James, her only new friend who knew EVERYTHING in Violet's history, had suggested something very bizarre.
"All I can think of is a boyfriend."
"What?" Violet had asked bluntly, caught off guard by the idea.
"Yeah, like one of those big football player guys. You're pretty enough to attract one. Anyway, devote yourself to him. Then one day, sobbingly confess that this creepy older guy is has been stalking you. Random football player boyfriend then beats the crap out of alarming obsessive old fellow."
But then again, Violet thought, that was how James' mind worked.
She laid back on the bed and sighed, refolding Klaus' note and sticking it back in the envelope. Not for the first time, she wished she could be someone else.
C h a p t e r T h r e e
Dear Violet,
He's back? Curses, how does he keep finding you after Madam Lulu died? I don't know anything you can do about this situation at the moment, but I'm still researching. Have you told your new guardians yet? Perhaps there's something they can do.
Legally, he can't come near any of us. One of my new guardians is a police officer, and he says that there's an order of restraint filed against him and Esme for each of us, but that doesn't seem to be stopping him. (oh, and to answer your question, no I haven't seen Esme so you needn't worry.)
All I can think of right now is telling your new guardians that you've seen him, and that he's been trying to get into your room. (Has he succeeded in that yet? Let me know.) There's a pretty good library near my new home, so I'll write you when I find something more that can help you.
With love,
Klaus
***
This new letter from Klaus wasn't as helpful as Violet had hoped. Tell them- sure, that'd be a pleasant thing to bring up over dinner. He had promised to keep researching, but now she was beginning to doubt the answer could be found in the library, even to one so literally skilled as her brother.
Not like any of the other advice she had been any better. James, her only new friend who knew EVERYTHING in Violet's history, had suggested something very bizarre.
"All I can think of is a boyfriend."
"What?" Violet had asked bluntly, caught off guard by the idea.
"Yeah, like one of those big football player guys. You're pretty enough to attract one. Anyway, devote yourself to him. Then one day, sobbingly confess that this creepy older guy is has been stalking you. Random football player boyfriend then beats the crap out of alarming obsessive old fellow."
But then again, Violet thought, that was how James' mind worked.
She laid back on the bed and sighed, refolding Klaus' note and sticking it back in the envelope. Not for the first time, she wished she could be someone else.