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Summary: What if Violet had signed her name with her RIGHT hand for the wedding in the Marvelous Marriage? Well, I think this will tell you. Violet/Olaf in later chapters...when I write them that is.

Rated because of some stuff in this chapter that might scar young children for life or until they are in college because college is the time and place to do everything... except learn. If you aren't in college, you can still read... I mean, I wrote this and I'm in high school, so there.

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Title: The Bad Beginning Remixed

Chapter Two:

The trip to the bank was not full of conversation. It might be counted as conversation if you considered that Olaf was talking and waiting to respond. When she didn't respond, he continued talking as if she did anyway.

To Violet, the trip to the bank was more eventful than she originally thought. People everywhere got out of their way to take a quick glance or gawk at the couple. Olaf reached the front desk and ordered the clerk around until she fetched Mr. Poe.

"My Countess and I wish to make a full withdrawal out of this bank," Olaf said with a sneer.

Mr. Poe looked shocked at the request. Violet could not understand. He was there at the play! He saw what happened! How could he have not known? It was then when Violet realized that her protectors in this chapter of life were idiots. How else would she become married to a man like Count Olaf?

Violet did not know how long the trip to the bank took. She was now sitting in a plush chair waiting for her…husband. She turned her head and saw him with a large suitcase. He was watching the clerk put stacks of money into the suitcase. Sighing, she returned her focus to the floor in front of her.

Minutes passed, and the bank became more and more crowded. Parents were bringing in their children to put their weekly savings into the bank and get a lollipop from the clerk for being a good boy or girl. There were elderly with their weekly checks from the government, waiting for them to be cashed. And there were even a pair young adults talking to Mr. Poe most likely about a loan for a new home or car. She longed to be anyone of those people instead of where she sat.

She gave envious glances to the young children with their bright lollipops making their faces and hands sticky. She desired to be at that age again going to the bank with her parents no longer an orphan. However, those days were long behind her. She could not go back.

Then it happened. Someone recognized her. Violet saw it happen slow, like in a movie. The man and his wife concluded their talk with Mr. Poe, and saw Violet. His wife nudged her husband. Most likely, she was the one who dragged her husband so they could be 'cultured citizens.' He didn't understand. She turned to him and hissed into his ear. A look of understanding went through his face and it quickly switched to a shocked sympathetic look towards Violet.

The young woman walked towards Violet and slowly her husband followed her. She bent down low to look at Violet. "Violet dear," she started to say while stroking Violet's face as a tear fell. "Darling…" But she couldn't continue as she herself was overcome with emotions and cried into her husband's lap.

"…Violet…" the man said in a wavering voice while he was trying to be strong for his wife and for Violet. "Whatever has happened and whatever will happen, you will learn to succumb and rise above like a phoenix rising from his own ashes."

The pair slowly got up and walked away together, comforting each other.

'Come back! Take me away!' Violet wanted to say, but didn't. Something wouldn't let her.

Then, realization in the throng spread like wildfire. People were realizing who was under their noses the whole time. The scandalous couple of the century. The scheming Count Olaf who married the child whom he had custody over. Violet Baudelaire, the oldest child of the late Baudelaires who held a great fortune. Both married the night before during the production of Al Funcoot's "The Marvelous Marriage" by the Justice Strauss. It was all becoming clear.

Murmurs were sent running through the bank.

"How could I have been so blind? The pair of them! Here!"

"…I bet withdrawing the fortune I expect, 'eh Nubs?"

"I can't believe it! James! James! Remember? … The article in the Daily Punctilio? You're hopeless. Oh Betty!..."

Violet wanted to hide away. Far away from these people. It was strange. Minutes ago, she desperately wanted to be one of these people, and suddenly, she wanted nothing to do with them. She wanted to be alone, far away from the world. She wanted to feel less like a rare display at a zoo or museum where locals and tourists gawked and took pictures. Far away from everything.

"Beloved," Violet heard someone say behind her. She turned and saw Count Olaf standing beside her. "It is time to depart." With that, she stood up, and walked towards the door. The Count quickly followed her and attempted to put his arm around her. Violet brushed it off, and kept walking towards the door. "Countess…" She heard him call after her, but she didn't care.

What made Violet stop, was something that Violet did not expect.

A small voice belonging to a young girl of about six years old floated to Violet. "Daddy, how come they are like that? Shouldn't they be in love? Why? I don't get it?"

"Later." Was the response from the little girl's father.

But to Violet, the little girl's words echoed in her head. 'Shouldn't they be in love? Why? ... 'Why?'

Tears started to fall from Violet's eyes. But before Violet could do anything else, Olaf grabbed her arm forcibly and walked her out of the bank and into the car.

When Violet arrived at Olaf's estate, she wanted to run, scream, tear her hair out, and do whatever it took to make all of what happened in the last 24 hours disappear. Before Violet could act on anything however, a hand was grasped around her wrist dragging her to the upstairs bedroom. Terrified for a moment, Violet looked up to see a powered face. Suddenly, all of the fears and emotions that ran through Violet for the last day broke through, and Violet began to softly cry.

Violet's tears began to fall more and more, until she was bawling.

Soon, Violet found herself locked in the master bedroom, and she immediately ran for the conjoining bathroom. Frantically, she violently tore off every article of clothing, and ran to the shower. She turned on the water, and didn't even care about the water temperature, and started scrubbing every where he had touched her, every place she felt his breath, every place his eyes burned a hole in her.

After her skin was scrubbed almost raw, she wrapped herself in a tight towel cocoon and stared to cry herself to sleep thinking to herself that 'it is only a dream.'

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