WhiteTiger xx Nag: Once again, glad you like it! I'll try to make the chapters a bit longer. I'm glad you think it's scary because this is my first horror fic… actually it's my first horror story period, so I'm trying to make it as scary as I can. :)

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Hey people, here it is, the fourth chapter. I wanted to put it up here as soon as I could so I didnt have time to recheck it, so sorry if it has any typos!


Chapter Four: A Development

"Violet? Violet are you awake?" Violet slowly opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. Klaus was standing over her. He smiled. "Morning, sleepyhead. Don't worry, you're home. The doctor released you."

"How long has it been?"

"Since when?"

"Since we arrived at the hospital."

"Three days," Klaus replied. "You were there for three days."

"Three days?" Violet repeated in shock.

"Yep. You had several epileptic seizures but the doctor said the medication should be taking effect now."

"I don't think they were seizures," Violet muttered under her breath and she suddenly felt miserable. Then there was chattering coming from the kitchen. Violet frowned. "Who else is here?"

"The Quagmires came to visit you," Klaus replied with a soft smile with a secret knowing as Violet's expression lightened. "Sunny's serving breakfast. Here, I'll help you to the kitchen table." Klaus offered her his hand and together they walked into the kitchen. A hush fell upon everyone.

Quigley Quagmire stood up and was the first to speak. "Violet I'm so glad you're okay," he said. He walked up to her and hugged her. "I was so worried." Violet smiled and gently hugged him back.

"Here, come and sit with us," Isadora said. Quigley, Violet, and Klaus took their seats at the table.

"Breakfast is served!" Sunny cried triumphantly.

"What are we having?" Duncan asked eagerly.

"Blueberry waffles, cheese omelets, and toast!"

"What would you like, Violet?" Quigley asked. Violet thought about it and a frown crept onto her face.

"Nothing," Violet said quietly. "I'm not hungry."

"You're not?" Klaus asked incredulously, genuinely concerned. "I thought you'd be starving."

"Well, I am, but… I don't feel as though I could eat." Violet felt as if there were a lump in her throat and her stomach. They all stared for a moment.

"Violet, perhaps you should take your medication," Quigley suggested, looking at Klaus.

"Oh, yes," Klaus cried. "I almost forgot." He sprang up from the table as the others began to eat. He brought back two pills and a glass of water and handed them to Violet. With much effort, she swallowed the pills. As everyone began eating, Violet felt as though the clamor that they were creating was becoming increasingly loud. The noise grew and Violet became frightened again.

She finally had to bring her hands to her ears. Her eyes began to water as well. The noise continued to a crescendo and Violet's hands were digging into her head. She felt she might go insane if it didn't stop. Klaus noticed Violet's behavior first. He instantly stood up and walked over to her.

"Violet, are you alright?" he asked, his eyes full of worry.

"Too loud," Violet whispered. Klaus glanced at the others, who had turned their attention to Violet. He then lifted her from her chair and took her to another room. Quigley stood up to follow, but Isadora grabbed his hand and shook her head sadly. He sighed solemnly and sat back down.

"Violet, what's going on?" Klaus asked when they were out of earshot.

"It's not epilepsy," Violet said, tears running down her cheeks.

"But the doctor said—"

"I don't care what the doctor said!" Violet whispered angrily. "It's not epilepsy. It's something else. And it's something inside me. I know I sound crazy, and maybe I am. But honestly, Klaus, sometimes I can feel it controlling me." Klaus knew Violet to be an honest person and he didn't think she was lying. But he also couldn't bring himself to believe what she was saying. He felt as though she were delusional.

"I don't know, Violet, I just don't know," he sighed. Violet stared at him and he could tell she was becoming increasingly upset with him. Then Sunny came toddling down the hallway.

"Klaus, we need more milk," she said.

"I'll get it," Violet said, and she brushed past Klaus to the doorway.

"Violet, you shouldn't—"

"I took the drugs, didn't I?" she shouted. Then she grabbed an umbrella and left. She honestly didn't want to hear what Klaus was saying. It pained her that he didn't believe what she was saying. She knew that she sounded insane and that the things happening to her were insane. She also considered that she herself was insane.

When she got to the grocery store, she felt like something was wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it but something just wasn't quite right. Then she reached the dairy section. A woman was already standing there with her back turned to Violet. Violet glanced at her and then grabbed the milk behind the cold glass doors. Then the woman turned. The milk in Violet's hand was released and it spilled all over the floor.

If Violet looked down, she would have seen her reflection in that spilled milk. She would have seen the terror and disbelief in her eyes. She would have seen her jaw drop. She would have seen her hands shake and her legs taking her backward. But Violet didn't see any of these things because all she could look at was the hideous ghoul before her.

She screamed and dashed away as a very confused lady asked an employee to clean up the milk. Violet ran as fast as her legs would carry her, which was reasonably fast. The umbrella had dropped from her hands as well as the milk, so the rain was now drenching her clothes and hair. Violet wanted to find someone to help her, but everywhere she turned, there were ghouls and demons and ghosts.

Then she saw the closest safe place she could find. It was an old church. Violet was not very religious, but she still attended church and knew how safe it was meant to be. She burst through the doors and continued to walk forward, hoping she would find a priest. Her face was soaked with water, but anyone that saw Violet wouldn't be sure if the water was rain or tears.

As Violet neared the back of the church where the priest speaks, she noticed two old women sitting in the front row, apparently admiring the cross on the center stage. However, as Violet drew nearer, and the women turned to face her, she let out the loudest and most haunting scream she had ever done in her life.


Klaus practically threw his body towards the church. He had gone to the store to catch up with Violet. He didn't care what she said; he didn't want her being alone. But when he reached the store, Violet had already gone and a woman in the dairy aisle told him what happened. Everyone else had told him she ran to the church.

So here he was, heading toward the one place he hated going. As he reached the doors, two spooked women came hurrying out. This worried Klaus to the point that he thought he might cry out. He rushed inside.

Violet stood before a luminous cross, shaking all over. Klaus approached her cautiously. "Violet?" She didn't answer. She appeared to be in some sort of a trance. "Come one, Violet. It's alright. Let's go home."

Klaus edged closer still. Then something bizarre occurred. Violet made a few choked, gagging noises and began to bend backwards. Klaus's jaw dropped open. He didn't know anyone could contort themselves that way (well, except for Colette). "Violet?" Klaus called nervously.

Violet's head jerked toward him and he jumped back because her eyes were a blood red, her pupils dilated so much it made them look animal. They were foreign to him too. "Don't touch me!" Violet cried out in a low, growling, booming voice that made Klaus shudder and back away. Then whatever held Violet released her and she collapsed to the floor. She was crying now. Her frightened eyes drifted to the shocked Klaus.

"Klaus," she whimpered. "Klaus, please… Don't leave me." Klaus crawled over to her, still a bit frightened himself.

"I won't, Violet," he whispered. "I'm your brother, I'll be here." Klaus didn't know what to do as he carried Violet home. This obviously wasn't epilepsy. Klaus didn't even think it was in Violet's mind anymore. Violet was shaking in his arms. Her eyes were shut tight, too afraid to open them.

When Klaus reached their home, everyone was silent. Everyone helped Violet to bed. And everyone stayed with her until she was asleep. "Klaus, you go to bed," Quigley said. It was obvious that Klaus was exhausted. Klaus shook his head.

"I told her I wouldn't leave her."

"You'll only be down the hall, Klaus," Quigley insisted. "I'll stay here with Violet. Klaus was hesitant, but he agreed that he needed sleep. Klaus left and Quigley walked over to lie in Violet's bed. He closed his eyes and drifted in and out of sleep. Later that night, however, he heard Violet mumbling and muttering. She had her back to him.

Quigley figured that she was dreaming, probably a nightmare, and he put his arm around her. Violet ceased her mutterings and Quigley had to wonder if she was sleeping at all. When he heard a growl erupting from Violet's throat, he knew she was not. The growl didn't sound at all like Violet; it didn't even sound human. It was the scariest and shrillest thing Quigley had heard in his entire life.

Then Violet began to shake as he growled and Quigley sprang clear from the bed. "Klaus! Klaus!" Quigley was frantic. He didn't know what to do. He ran out of Violet's room and ran into Klaus's. "Klaus! Wake up! It's Violet! Something's happening!" Klaus jumped up right away and followed Quigley into Violet's room.

But Violet wasn't there. Quigley and Klaus both swallowed. "Damn it, Quigley, you should have stayed with her!" Klaus scorned. Quigley gave Klaus a dirty look before turning back to the room and searching for Violet. Klaus searched too. Then they both heard a scraping noise in the closet.

Klaus hesitantly walked toward the closet. "Violet? Are you in there? It's alright, Violet, come out." The scraping continued. Klaus took a deep breath and then opened the closet doors. There was Violet, carving some foreign writing into the wall. As soon as Klaus backed away, Violet turned to him, her pupils dilated again. She began chanting some language, it sounded like Latin to Klaus.

Her chants became louder, and finally she was screaming at the two of them in Latin. Awoken by her shouts, Isadora, Duncan, and Sunny ran into the room as well. "What's wrong with her?" Isadora shouted. Klaus didn't answer. His eyes were wide with shock and fear. He began to realize that Violet was only looking at him now, shouting her lungs out.

Then Violet was no longer shouting words, just a long, "AHHHHHHHH!" Everyone covered their ears. The shout was louder than Violet could have managed. When Violet at last silenced, she grabbed a lamp from a nightstand beside her and threw at Klaus. Klaus ducked just in time, but it had the right effect. Everyone backed away.

Violet was in a rage now; she was violent. She was shouting and cursing and spitting all over. And suddenly, it was over. She abruptedly stopped and swayed for a moment before falling to the floor. The Quagmires and Sunny immediately were at Violet's side, helping her unconscious form into bed. But Klaus was elsewhere. He was rushing to his library to study possession.