Beatrice? I thought, confused, who's that? Suddenly I had another flashback, this one different from the first.
The Baudelaire parents were having a dinner party and had invited a lot of strange people that didn't show their faces.
Klaus, Sunny, and I were sitting at the top of the stairs, watching them cautiously.
A man spoke to a woman at the foot of the stairs, totally oblivious to the three children watching them.
"Come on, Beatrice," said the man audibly, leading her up the stairs past the children without so much as a glance.
They entered the library and left the door open. I was so curious that I followed, leaving my siblings behind.
"Beatrice," I heard the man utter, "will you marry me?"
There was a long pause, then the woman started to speak uncertainly.
"I-" she was cut short by a shattering of glass downstairs.
The couple ran out the door, knocking Violet over. She followed again.
My siblings were already by their parent's side.
"What happened?" I asked anxiously.
"Something crashed through the window, we're not sure what it is." Replied my mother, since my father was examining the shards of broken glass.
He held up a small stone with a note tied to it. He started to read it aloud, but my mother cut him short.
"Not in front of the children," she hissed.
All the guests at the party nodded solemnly and left, the woman named Beatrice was the only one left.
"O is closing in on us," she said, "we will never be safe, protect the neophytes."
She then walked out the door after nodding slightly at the children.
"Neophytes…" I stammered thoughtfully, "Protect the neophytes…"
I had been daydreaming so long that when she looked back up to Beatrice, she realized that she was gone.
"Beatrice? Beatrice?" I called fearfully.
"She is busy at the moment, may I take a message?" Mocked a familiar voice.
"Olaf." I murmured, without even turning around.
A/N: NO MORE STORY TILL I GET RVIEWS.