A/n If you wish to read a story about a happy, singing little elf you where better off reading some other tale. This is the tale of the Baudelaires. A sad, unhappy tale. Please do not read past this terrible warning.
Chapter 1.
Olaf again
Violet Baudelaire looked out the window and gulped. They where in Olafs' claws again. He swore them that this would be the last time they would get between him and his plans. His terrible laugh send a cold shiver up her spine.
"I think we're somewhere in Mexico." Klaus whispered.
"Shut up, bookworm!" Olaf roared.
That shut Klaus up. Sunny sat frightened in her seat, unable to move. For the whole time they had been driving, she had not said a word.
Now they where driving through some kind of desert. Not a single car had come their way for about the last three hours. Violet knew her siblings were just as thirsty as she was, but not any of them dared to ask for water.
"We'll be fine." Violet tried to make Sunny feel better.
"Not fine." Sunny replied in a small voice.
"But we survived all those other times." Violet countered.
"No this time."
"Will you keep your filthy mouths shut for just one minute?" Esme' shirked.
"We would if we weren't in this terrible situation." Klaus almost yelled.
"Oh, shut up." Olaf said, in a almost bored tone.
They were quiet for about a whole hour, when Olaf finally stopped at a gas station. He brought back two gallons of water and a small water bottle. He grinned. And the Baudelaires feared. As Olaf opened the car he threw the small bottle into Klaus' lap.
They let Sunny drink first. Then Klaus. Then Violet. Such a small bottle didn't last long, and neither did it quest their thirst. But at least they weren't as thirsty as before.
When they were on the road again, the Baudelaires tried to distract themself by telling stories.
"Remember that one time a stray dog dug up mothers' wild roses?" Klaus asked.
"I remember." Violet said. "I think I can still hear her scream."
"Gigb." Sunny said sadly. (I wish I could.)
"I would give anything to hear that scream again." Klaus said quietly.
"I know you would." Violet said smiling softly.
"Shut up!" Esme' yelled.
The Baudelaires looked miserably at each other. With each passing hour their dread grew worse. What would Olaf do to them? Would it kill them? Possibly. But they tried to stay optimistic.
"Do you think we will ever see the Quagmires' again?" Klaus asked in a low whisper.
"Hope." Sunny replied. (I sure hope so.)
"Olaf! That baby is talking nonsense, as usual. Make it stop." Esme' said.
"Shut your mouth brat." Olaf roared.
"My sister is not a brat!" Klaus yelled.
"Sure she is!" Esme' yelled back.
Klaus said nothing more. Even though it was hard not to. They had to watch Olaf and Esme' each drink their gallon of water. That was more than they could bear.
Violet looked out her window again, to distract herself. There was nothing to see except desert. On the horizon you could see some mountains, but that was it.
Later in the evening, the sun hung low over the sky. One by one the Baudelaires fell asleep. First Sunny. The Violet. And lastly Klaus. They fell into a deep peasant sleep, even though what lay ahead for them was unclear.