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Father Moore
Klaus approached the Very Firmly Devoted Church. Otherwise known as the "V.F.D. Church". It was the church that The Baudelaires usually went to. They knew the priest fairly well. Klaus just hoped they knew him enough to request an exorcism; he didn't know what else to do.
"Father Moore?" he called as he entered the church. Father Moore was at the back of the church, reading the bible. No one else was there. Father Moore looked up as Klaus neared him.
"Klaus, what brings you here?" Father Moore asked. He knew Klaus didn't much like coming to church, especially on his own terms.
"It's Violet, Father," Klaus said, and not without a little distaste at the word "Father". It still felt strange to call this man his father. After all, his father was dead.
"What's wrong with Violet?"
"Well, sir," Klaus began, preferring the word sir rather than father, "we've come to the conclusion that Violet is possessed." Father Moore set down his book slowly, staring at Klaus.
"That's a very big conclusion to make, Klaus," he said quietly.
"Yes, I know sir, but we're absolutely positive. We've done the research and observations and everything. Please, sir, if you don't help I don't know what we'll do." Klaus's voice was desperate. Father Moore let out a quick sigh and stared at Klaus a little longer, strumming his fingers against the bible in his hand. After a few more moments of silence, he let out another sigh.
"Klaus, I will come and observe Violet to see if what you say is true, but not until then, will I prepare her for an exorcism. I want to be sure of this before I perform one." Klaus was delighted.
"Thank you Father Moore, thank you!" Klaus hugged him and Father Moore was quite taken aback, but assured Klaus that it was no trouble. The next day, Father Moore arrived at the Baudelaire mansion. As soon as he stepped in, he could sense how troubled everyone was.
Duncan was sitting with his head turned to the floor, a cup of coffee resting shakily in his hands. Quigley was pacing back and forth near the stairs and he kept glancing up to where Violet's room was. Isadora's eyes were exhausted and sullen. Sunny was in Isadora's lap and Father Moore could tell that Sunny had been crying by her puffy eyes and her red cheeks. Klaus looked like he would collapse at any second. And everyone's eyes were haunted.
Klaus stood before Father Moore gratefully. "We are so glad that you have come," Klaus said, shaking Father Moore's hand. Father Moore nodded and walked in a little further.
"Where is Violet?" he asked.
"In her room," Klaus replied and looked down. "It was safest for all of us."
"I'll get her," Sunny volunteered. Klaus shook his head, but Sunny was up there in a heartbeat. She rapped on the door quietly. "Violet?" she whispered through the door. When she heard no answer, she assumed that Violet was asleep. She carefully opened the door and stepped inside. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.
Violet was kneeling on the floor, mumbling to herself. The walls were scarred and scratched. In front of Violet lied a pile of bugs. Violet picked up one of them and stuck it in her mouth. Sunny didn't know what else to do but scream.
Violet whirled around and screamed back. Then she made shrieks and cries so inhuman it was terrifying. Klaus and Father Moore rushed up stairs immediately and dashed past Sunny into Violet's room. Violet continued shrieking and slashed at her walls. Together, Father Moore and Klaus attempted to restrain her. She kicked and flailed out, but eventually, Father Moore managed to pin her to the floor.
"Tell me your name," he commanded. Violet shouted something in Latin. She shouted it so loud that Father Moore backed away slightly. Then Violet's body clenched and locked up. Father Moore stared at her for a minute, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. "Help me lift her from the floor," he instructed Klaus.
Klaus kneeled down to help him and told Sunny to go back downstairs. She did as she was told. When Father Moore and Klaus got Violet to her feet, she spoke to Father Moore in Latin again.
"I am the one who dwells within," she spoke. Klaus wondered what she was saying, but let Father Moore do his work.
"And I am the one who comes in HIS name,"Father Moore replied, also in Latin. Violet's eyes flickered with malice.
"Think you can cast me out, priest? Try. I dare you." And with that, Violet's muscles suddenly released and she collapsed to the floor. Father Moore kneeled down to her, but the demon gave him one last gift. Violet slashed him across the face.
Later on that night, Violet was herself again. Everyone one went into her room to talk with her. "Violet, this is Father Moore," Klaus said. Father Moore and Violet shook hands; Father Moore could feel how frail and bruised she had become.
"Violet I can see the pain that is afflicting you," Father Moore began. "But if I am to perform an exorcism, I need your absolute and definite consent. If you go through with this, there is no turning back and I cannot predict what will happen along the way." Violet shook her head and winced as pain shot through her body.
"You can't talk me out of this," she whispered hoarsely. Her eyes were shadowed with exhaustion and despair. Father Moore opened his mouth as if to say more, but then he sighed in understanding and nodded.
"Very well," he said. "Violet, I advise you to stop taking your medicine if you want this to work, but again, there is still time to stop this now, if you don't feel comfortable doing that."
"I'll do it," Violet said immediately. Father Moore could tell that she had no idea of what else to do. This was her only way out.
"Alright," he nodded. "If you don't take the drugs, we'll wait a week and then perform the exorcism. In the mean time, get all the rest you can. And please try and eat."
"I try everyday." Violet's voice was so soft… so solemn… so desperate that Father Moore's heart was beginning to ache. He knew Violet fairly well. She tried to get her siblings to go to church as much as possible. She thought it was good for them.
When she came to church, Father Moore always saw a smile on her face. Her eyes always sparkled with a light of kindness and innocence. However not like a child's eyes; the harshness of her bitter life had deprived her of that. But that small light showed her kindness and compassion towards all things, especially her siblings. And now here she was, haunted and broken.
Father Moore stood and everyone's eyes followed him. "I'll come back everyday," Father Moore assured them. "Don't worry. But right now I must go home and pray. Pray for the exorcism, pray for Violet, pray for us all."
