ᴅᴀɴᴅᴇʟɪᴏɴꜱ ( 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 )

𝐕𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Endings do not merely signify finality; they often herald the dawn of new beginnings. Consider the day's graceful farewell, as a breathtaking sunset paints the sky, only to be enveloped by a rich, velvety darkness that blankets the world. Yet, akin to the closing of a beloved fairytale, we are always aware of what lies ahead: the gentle embrace of a radiant sunrise, promising hope and renewal.

"I thought you were. . ." Violet stuttered, mind a blurry maze. She threw her arms around the blonde, resting her face at the nape of Ophelia's neck.

"I wasn't. There was a ledge and I also got stuck on a branch. It slowed down my fall," Ophelia explained breathlessly. A light pink dusted her cheeks, as she blinked repeatedly. That had not been a dream, right? Violet Baudelaire had actually kissed her?

But the looks on the other's faces made her flush even more. Klaus smirked at them while Sunny giggled. Angelina covered her mouth with her hands, blue eyes wide in shock. Eugene and Silas looked bewildered as if they couldn't believe what was happening while Sofia crossed her arms on her chest.

"We- I mean did the capturing of the villains go smoothly?" Ophelia attempted to divert the conversation.

"Yeah, we got the majority of them. But the man with no hair but a beard and the woman with no beard but hair . . . just vanished. . along with the old twins and the henchmen of indeterminate gender. " Klaus trailed.

Quigley moved to stand beside Klaus, nodding in agreement. 

Suddenly, Silas fiddled through his pockets. He brought out his walkie-talkie and a strange and ominous static filled the air. He put it near his right ear, listening intently.

"What's wrong?" Klaus questioned, fixing his glasses.

"I hear something... A whisper... I think it's your father."

The Baudelaires immediately stiffened sharing a look. With quick steps, they reached Silas and listened intently to the message, the others forming a small group around them.

"The," static. "in." static. "auction."

Then the line went dead.

"The in-auction," Violet repeated, eyebrows furrowing.

But Angelina, Silas and Eugene gasped in alarm.

"What's wrong?" Klaus asked.

"Well the phrase 'the in auction, is used. Well, it's used to signify danger."

Goosebumps spread over Ophelia's arms, looking at Eugene with horror. 

"Oh, no," Violet gasped. "Does that mean my-...our..."

"We can't be sure."

"Let's go and meet Katherine and Katerine in the headquarters," Quigley suggested, his stomach in knots. And so they complied. No one would find it within themselves to talk or even admire the architecture as they gathered in one of the enormous ballrooms.

"Finally!" Katherine exclaimed. 

Katerina just let out a small smirk. "Here are the villains we managed to capture. This is Smeagle," she pointed to the pig-like man. "This is Dolores," she pointed to the woman with the bead glasses. "And finally, the man with the hook for a hand. Fernald."

Fernald winced, his face smothered with green goo.

"There's this mysterious message on the radio. The in-auction," Silas told the girls.