~a/n: ah, I've finally gotten back into the swing of things. This si the
first time I've written more than one chapter on this story in one day
since..since the end of ttpfar, actually. Sad, isn't it? It was a long time
in coming, but now that it's here I feel it's worth it.
C h a p t e r S e v e n
Violet struggled against the ropes holding her to the chair, but her arms were tied firmly across the stomach like a straightjacket and her ankles bound to the chair legs.
"Good morning, Violetta," Olaf said, sitting across from her at the table and fixing her with a small smile and toying once more with the knife that had cut the jagged slash in her arm. The blood had been cleaned off of it and it glinted like silver in the light cast by the bare bulb suspended from the ceiling. It was a horrible smile, like he was joking at her expense, and not the longing look of a man possessed. He was in his official capacity.
"One way or another, five orphans left Prufrock Prep that day, and we haven't Quagmire boy--Daniel, was it?"
"Whatever. The point is, we're collecting you all again. At risk of killing the metaphor, Violetta, the dance was wonderful while it lasted, but I'm afraid the ball is over now. To be blunt, the chase is over, and I think you know who came out on top of that one.
Violet glared at him. "'What are you going to do to them?" she demanded furiously.
He snorted. "Wouldn't you like to know. I wouldn't tell you if I could." He smiled again. "Anyway, I'm the bad guy, remember? You and I are technically mortal enemies. Personal feelings aside, whatever I do to your siblings and little friends is bound to awful, correct? Which brings me to my real order of business here--where the hell is your brother??"
Violet's eyes widened slightly, but her face was set. She wasn;t going to say a word.
"Ah, I see you've decided to take the noble route? Don't worry, my dear, we'll find him. just you wait."
At that instant, there was a knock on the door and he turned. "WHAT?"
"We found the expendable one," a voice said, and Violet recognized it as belonging to one of the powder-faced woman. "We tied him up on the second floor. Be careful--he has braces now, and when he bites it hurts like hell."
"He bites too?"
The powder-faced woman shrugged. "When he has no other weapons."
"I'll be up in a minute." He turned back to Violet. "See? We've already got him. and it's only a matter of time before Isadora shows up. You may as well just cooperate--you have a better chance of surviving this."
As he left Violet shuddered, because she knew he would never kill her. She knew he would never let her go, and that was the worst thought that could come to her mind.
C h a p t e r S e v e n
Violet struggled against the ropes holding her to the chair, but her arms were tied firmly across the stomach like a straightjacket and her ankles bound to the chair legs.
"Good morning, Violetta," Olaf said, sitting across from her at the table and fixing her with a small smile and toying once more with the knife that had cut the jagged slash in her arm. The blood had been cleaned off of it and it glinted like silver in the light cast by the bare bulb suspended from the ceiling. It was a horrible smile, like he was joking at her expense, and not the longing look of a man possessed. He was in his official capacity.
"One way or another, five orphans left Prufrock Prep that day, and we haven't Quagmire boy--Daniel, was it?"
"Whatever. The point is, we're collecting you all again. At risk of killing the metaphor, Violetta, the dance was wonderful while it lasted, but I'm afraid the ball is over now. To be blunt, the chase is over, and I think you know who came out on top of that one.
Violet glared at him. "'What are you going to do to them?" she demanded furiously.
He snorted. "Wouldn't you like to know. I wouldn't tell you if I could." He smiled again. "Anyway, I'm the bad guy, remember? You and I are technically mortal enemies. Personal feelings aside, whatever I do to your siblings and little friends is bound to awful, correct? Which brings me to my real order of business here--where the hell is your brother??"
Violet's eyes widened slightly, but her face was set. She wasn;t going to say a word.
"Ah, I see you've decided to take the noble route? Don't worry, my dear, we'll find him. just you wait."
At that instant, there was a knock on the door and he turned. "WHAT?"
"We found the expendable one," a voice said, and Violet recognized it as belonging to one of the powder-faced woman. "We tied him up on the second floor. Be careful--he has braces now, and when he bites it hurts like hell."
"He bites too?"
The powder-faced woman shrugged. "When he has no other weapons."
"I'll be up in a minute." He turned back to Violet. "See? We've already got him. and it's only a matter of time before Isadora shows up. You may as well just cooperate--you have a better chance of surviving this."
As he left Violet shuddered, because she knew he would never kill her. She knew he would never let her go, and that was the worst thought that could come to her mind.