Author babble: Sorry for taking so long but at least I got this out right.
*grins sheepishly* Thanks to all of you who reviewed! You guys are great! I
just read book nine so this might also have spoilers for that too. Oh and
this chapter might tetter on the edge of being rated R, I don't know should
I change the rating? Let me know.
Two-Escape
Several months later, Violet ran out of bed and only just made it to the toilet in time. She heaved until there was nothing left and sat wearily on the tiled floor, sweat beading on her face.
'It can't be, I tried everything in my power to keep this from happening again,' she thought, then sat up quickly to vomit what little else her stomach could find. She thanked the gods that Olaf had left early for some sort of 'special assignment' and wouldn't be requiring her services for the day. Violet shakily got to her feet and washed her mouth out, then brushed her teeth to get the awful taste out of it.
~Flashback~
It was three years into their marraige, Violet had finally come to terms about her capture and one day after feeling sick for over a month went to a doctor with Olaf's insistance, mainly because he didn't want to catch whatever she was gettting and found out she was pregnant. Shocked, disgusted, and slighty excited; Violet came home in a mixture of emotions and saw the whole troup lounging in the living room as always.
"The Count's upstairs. Said he wanted to see you once you got back," said the man with hooks for hands.
"Okay," she replied timidly, then rushed to her room to find Olaf sitting on the bed with lots of paper strewn about it.
"Well," he growled out barely looking up from his paperwork.
"The doctor says I'm pregnant," Violet announced, wondering if she should feel a light fluttering in her stomach that she was going to have Count Olaf's child.
"He WHAT?!!" Olaf roared, standing quickly from the bed and slowly making his way to her.
"H-he said I-" a smack filled the room, Violet found herself on the floor holding her throbbing cheek.
"How dare you get pregnant!" he shouted.
"It's not like I did it alone Olaf!" she yelled back.
"Get rid of it! I'll not be feeding another mouth, especially a whining crying brat!"
"I won't! I may help you scheme and lie but I'm not going to destroy another life! Even if it is apart of you!"
"Why you-I'll show you not to disobey me again." Olaf then proceeded to beat and kick at Violet, unmindful of her pleas to stop and uncaring of her tears. Once spent in his anger he left the room, leaving Violet bleeding on the floor. A sudden emptiness filled her and Violet knew she had just lost her baby.
~End Flashback~
'What am I going to do? Without that information on my parents I can't run yet. Even after losing my first child I'll not lose this one,' she vowed, wiping angrily at her wet cheeks.
As she stood there looking at her pale face and weary eyes, Violet came up with a plan having lost her ribbon after a quick retreat from Spain she had to do with letting her hair get in her eyes as she mentally figured out what time they would get home and how drunk she could make them before they spilled all their little secrets. Violet knew if she did this she would have to leave that very night and find her siblings, placing them in hiding before Olaf got to them.
"I wonder how far along I am?" she murmured, placing a delicate hand over her abodmen, wincing in remembered pain.
"No matter, as long as I know he'll find out somehow. I have to leave," Violet looked around at the place she lived, it was much better than some of the dumps Olaf had placed them and it felt more like her old home before the fire and Olaf interrupted their lives.
With a nod in determination, Violet went about preparing an elaborate dinner of roasted beef and large fulfilling potatoes. She ordered the best wine and placed it to chill in the living room where they were bound to go after eating. Violet then cleaned the house from top to bottom, fluffed pillows and placed fresh flowers in the vases. When it was almost time for Count Olaf and the others to arrive, she ran upstairs and bathed putting on her best dress and arranging her hair loosely about her shoulders as Olaf liked it. If she was going to get anything from him, Olaf had to be happy and pleased enough for her to ask questions once he was pissed drunk. She had just set the table and was about to bring out dinner when the door slammed open and the sound of many footsteps entered the dining room.
"Ah Countess I see you were not lazy in your wait for me," Olaf commented, smiling at her outfit and the cleaned house.
"I wanted to make sure you had everything waiting for you once you arrived my husband." Violet forced herself not to gag at the term.
"Good. Now my friends why don't we sit and enjoy the lovely dinner my wife has prepared." Count Olaf took his place at the head of the table as the others sat at his sides. Once Violet had served each a plate she turned to leave and hide in the kitchen until he called her as usual but Olaf grabbed her around the waist and settled her in his lap.
"After you went through so much trouble, I wouldn't want you to waste such beauty in the kitchen. You will stay here and enjoy the meal with me," he all but commanded of her.
"Yes Countess Vi, this food is delicious. You must have been working all day," commented one of the white faced women.
"It is nothing compared to all that you do to keep this food on the table." Violet smiled pleasingly at them, even though she wanted to shout how much she hated that nickname. "I have even ordered your favorite wine as an after treat once you all are finished, it's chilling in the living room right now."
"You spoil me young wife," Olaf mumbled into her neck, nibbling at her exposed shoulder.
"Oh no, it is YOU who spoil ME," she said just as softly, making herself squirm pleasantly in his lap feeling his arousal poke the backs of her thighs and fighting down nausea.
"I'll have to do it more often if this is the greeting I get," he answered back then with a final nibble returned to his dinner, arm still wrapped posessively around her waist.
'It's for my brother and sister, I'm doing it for them,' Violet chanted, the old mantra from so many years ago coming back.
Once they had all had their fill Olaf, with Violet at his side, led them to the living room where indeed several bottles of wine awaited them along with polished glasses and a crackling warm fire. Sitting in the large over stuffed red chair, Violet once again perched on his lap, the troup and Olaf proceeded to drink themselves into oblivion. Violet endured Olaf's groping and fondling, hoping he was too full and drunk to want to do anything. It was when one of them mentioned never going to find the Quagmire's again that Violet saw her chance.
"Who are these Quagmire's?" she murmured huskily into Olaf's ear, changing position so that she stradled his lap.
"Just a bunch of rich brats who are trying to stop me from getting their fortune," he slurred, then dipped his head to slobber all over the tops of her breasts.
"And," Violet hesitated then pushed her luck, if worst came to worst she could always say it was the drink talking, "do you know if the Baudelaire parents are alive?" she all but whispered into his ear.
"Of course they are. How am I supposed to get the secrets of VFD with them dead."
"Where are they?"
Black eyes shined foggily up at her, "Why you wanna know?"
"Just curious," she said airily hoping her light tone tipped him off.
"Oh, okay then. I gots 'em hid in a special little place were it's so hot da devil himself wouldn't be caught dead," Olaf giggled, a very disconcerting sound and took another long drink of wine.
"My beloved," Violet shuddered in disgust, "what's the meaning of VFD? Why is it so important to you?"
"Caush wif da VFD I c'n do wah eva I wan' an' no one'll shtop me."
"But what does it stand for?" she asked urgently.
"It's call da Volunteer F-" Violet waited for him to continue but when no other explaination came forth she sat up and saw Olaf laid back in the chair, sleep. Looking around the room she saw everyone else had passed out as well.
'Ah well, I have enough information to set my parents free and help the Quagmire's get away from Olaf.' Violet slowly got off her husband and tiptoed out the room, up the stairs and into the master bedroom. She quickly changed into a pair of comfortable jeans and black t-shirt, grabbed her dufflebag already packed and stuffed her one photo of Sunny and Klaus into her back pocket. Violet then picked up her one pair of tennis shoes and as silently as she had come left the room and the house. Without a glance back she hurriedly made it to the nearest train station and as the engine started felt free for the first time in eight years.
~end two~
Okay here's a question for ya all: Should I have Violet feel sympathy, partial love, sadness, or any other emotion thats not related to hate for Olaf IF I decide to kill him off? Should Olaf feel the same towards Violet? And no I am NOT going to make Violet be in love with Olaf although I might torment Olaf with an obsession with Violet, but it might make the story more interesting if Violet hesitates before giving the final decision. Of course I'm not giving anything away I'm just asking for opinions. ^_^
Two-Escape
Several months later, Violet ran out of bed and only just made it to the toilet in time. She heaved until there was nothing left and sat wearily on the tiled floor, sweat beading on her face.
'It can't be, I tried everything in my power to keep this from happening again,' she thought, then sat up quickly to vomit what little else her stomach could find. She thanked the gods that Olaf had left early for some sort of 'special assignment' and wouldn't be requiring her services for the day. Violet shakily got to her feet and washed her mouth out, then brushed her teeth to get the awful taste out of it.
~Flashback~
It was three years into their marraige, Violet had finally come to terms about her capture and one day after feeling sick for over a month went to a doctor with Olaf's insistance, mainly because he didn't want to catch whatever she was gettting and found out she was pregnant. Shocked, disgusted, and slighty excited; Violet came home in a mixture of emotions and saw the whole troup lounging in the living room as always.
"The Count's upstairs. Said he wanted to see you once you got back," said the man with hooks for hands.
"Okay," she replied timidly, then rushed to her room to find Olaf sitting on the bed with lots of paper strewn about it.
"Well," he growled out barely looking up from his paperwork.
"The doctor says I'm pregnant," Violet announced, wondering if she should feel a light fluttering in her stomach that she was going to have Count Olaf's child.
"He WHAT?!!" Olaf roared, standing quickly from the bed and slowly making his way to her.
"H-he said I-" a smack filled the room, Violet found herself on the floor holding her throbbing cheek.
"How dare you get pregnant!" he shouted.
"It's not like I did it alone Olaf!" she yelled back.
"Get rid of it! I'll not be feeding another mouth, especially a whining crying brat!"
"I won't! I may help you scheme and lie but I'm not going to destroy another life! Even if it is apart of you!"
"Why you-I'll show you not to disobey me again." Olaf then proceeded to beat and kick at Violet, unmindful of her pleas to stop and uncaring of her tears. Once spent in his anger he left the room, leaving Violet bleeding on the floor. A sudden emptiness filled her and Violet knew she had just lost her baby.
~End Flashback~
'What am I going to do? Without that information on my parents I can't run yet. Even after losing my first child I'll not lose this one,' she vowed, wiping angrily at her wet cheeks.
As she stood there looking at her pale face and weary eyes, Violet came up with a plan having lost her ribbon after a quick retreat from Spain she had to do with letting her hair get in her eyes as she mentally figured out what time they would get home and how drunk she could make them before they spilled all their little secrets. Violet knew if she did this she would have to leave that very night and find her siblings, placing them in hiding before Olaf got to them.
"I wonder how far along I am?" she murmured, placing a delicate hand over her abodmen, wincing in remembered pain.
"No matter, as long as I know he'll find out somehow. I have to leave," Violet looked around at the place she lived, it was much better than some of the dumps Olaf had placed them and it felt more like her old home before the fire and Olaf interrupted their lives.
With a nod in determination, Violet went about preparing an elaborate dinner of roasted beef and large fulfilling potatoes. She ordered the best wine and placed it to chill in the living room where they were bound to go after eating. Violet then cleaned the house from top to bottom, fluffed pillows and placed fresh flowers in the vases. When it was almost time for Count Olaf and the others to arrive, she ran upstairs and bathed putting on her best dress and arranging her hair loosely about her shoulders as Olaf liked it. If she was going to get anything from him, Olaf had to be happy and pleased enough for her to ask questions once he was pissed drunk. She had just set the table and was about to bring out dinner when the door slammed open and the sound of many footsteps entered the dining room.
"Ah Countess I see you were not lazy in your wait for me," Olaf commented, smiling at her outfit and the cleaned house.
"I wanted to make sure you had everything waiting for you once you arrived my husband." Violet forced herself not to gag at the term.
"Good. Now my friends why don't we sit and enjoy the lovely dinner my wife has prepared." Count Olaf took his place at the head of the table as the others sat at his sides. Once Violet had served each a plate she turned to leave and hide in the kitchen until he called her as usual but Olaf grabbed her around the waist and settled her in his lap.
"After you went through so much trouble, I wouldn't want you to waste such beauty in the kitchen. You will stay here and enjoy the meal with me," he all but commanded of her.
"Yes Countess Vi, this food is delicious. You must have been working all day," commented one of the white faced women.
"It is nothing compared to all that you do to keep this food on the table." Violet smiled pleasingly at them, even though she wanted to shout how much she hated that nickname. "I have even ordered your favorite wine as an after treat once you all are finished, it's chilling in the living room right now."
"You spoil me young wife," Olaf mumbled into her neck, nibbling at her exposed shoulder.
"Oh no, it is YOU who spoil ME," she said just as softly, making herself squirm pleasantly in his lap feeling his arousal poke the backs of her thighs and fighting down nausea.
"I'll have to do it more often if this is the greeting I get," he answered back then with a final nibble returned to his dinner, arm still wrapped posessively around her waist.
'It's for my brother and sister, I'm doing it for them,' Violet chanted, the old mantra from so many years ago coming back.
Once they had all had their fill Olaf, with Violet at his side, led them to the living room where indeed several bottles of wine awaited them along with polished glasses and a crackling warm fire. Sitting in the large over stuffed red chair, Violet once again perched on his lap, the troup and Olaf proceeded to drink themselves into oblivion. Violet endured Olaf's groping and fondling, hoping he was too full and drunk to want to do anything. It was when one of them mentioned never going to find the Quagmire's again that Violet saw her chance.
"Who are these Quagmire's?" she murmured huskily into Olaf's ear, changing position so that she stradled his lap.
"Just a bunch of rich brats who are trying to stop me from getting their fortune," he slurred, then dipped his head to slobber all over the tops of her breasts.
"And," Violet hesitated then pushed her luck, if worst came to worst she could always say it was the drink talking, "do you know if the Baudelaire parents are alive?" she all but whispered into his ear.
"Of course they are. How am I supposed to get the secrets of VFD with them dead."
"Where are they?"
Black eyes shined foggily up at her, "Why you wanna know?"
"Just curious," she said airily hoping her light tone tipped him off.
"Oh, okay then. I gots 'em hid in a special little place were it's so hot da devil himself wouldn't be caught dead," Olaf giggled, a very disconcerting sound and took another long drink of wine.
"My beloved," Violet shuddered in disgust, "what's the meaning of VFD? Why is it so important to you?"
"Caush wif da VFD I c'n do wah eva I wan' an' no one'll shtop me."
"But what does it stand for?" she asked urgently.
"It's call da Volunteer F-" Violet waited for him to continue but when no other explaination came forth she sat up and saw Olaf laid back in the chair, sleep. Looking around the room she saw everyone else had passed out as well.
'Ah well, I have enough information to set my parents free and help the Quagmire's get away from Olaf.' Violet slowly got off her husband and tiptoed out the room, up the stairs and into the master bedroom. She quickly changed into a pair of comfortable jeans and black t-shirt, grabbed her dufflebag already packed and stuffed her one photo of Sunny and Klaus into her back pocket. Violet then picked up her one pair of tennis shoes and as silently as she had come left the room and the house. Without a glance back she hurriedly made it to the nearest train station and as the engine started felt free for the first time in eight years.
~end two~
Okay here's a question for ya all: Should I have Violet feel sympathy, partial love, sadness, or any other emotion thats not related to hate for Olaf IF I decide to kill him off? Should Olaf feel the same towards Violet? And no I am NOT going to make Violet be in love with Olaf although I might torment Olaf with an obsession with Violet, but it might make the story more interesting if Violet hesitates before giving the final decision. Of course I'm not giving anything away I'm just asking for opinions. ^_^
