Violet Baudelaire

I grabbed my shoulder bag and slung it over my shoulder as I tugged the collar of my auburn coat upwards. My heels made clicking noises on the hollow sidewalk, the surrounding eerily quiet as I tied my hair with my signature dark purple ribbon.

I looked down below, trying to hide my face as much as possible -- I did not want anyone from the treacherous side of V.F.D. see me walking towards my home, even though I knew that the Baudelaire-Quagmire Mansion was in the center of the city. No, I didn't want to risk any of my loved ones get hurt.

My mind was being troubled with my thoughts when I heard the soft crunching of shoes behind me. I did not dare look behind me, for might one notice me and I'd be in grave peril. I quicken my pace in a manner which I hoped he did not notice, to lose track of him.

The gut in my stomach was tightening when I realized the paces of the person behind me was also quickening. It only means one thing -- he was following me.

I started panicking on the inside, but I kept my chin up and walked. I then started re-tying the ribbon in my hair to help me think as I calculated the landmarks that were near my home. My eyes wandered from here to there, until I realized that there was a coffee place nearby.

I opened the door of the coffee shop, the bell on top of the doorway ringing as I did, and entered my way, straight to the girls' comfort room. I felt the person follow me, but hesitated when I went inside the bathroom.

Locking the door, I knew at once that there was a window in the girls' bathroom of the coffe shop for this was a place our mother used to take us on our free days.

I walked towards the window with the same fashion and inspected it. It was big enough for me to fit in, and so, I boosted myself on the toilet seat and placed one foot on the tissue roller as I grabbed the window's edge.

I then opened the sliding of the window and jumped out of the bathroom, landing onto the lid of a garbage can. Fortunately, I saw the person's shadow exit the coffe shop.

When I was sure that the coast was clear, I ran for my life towards the mansion which was now only one block away.

~*~

"I could have sworn a villainous person was following me Quigley." I told my husband, Quigley Quagmire, as I unbuttoned my coat and hung my fedora on the wall.

"You think the villainous side is regaining their revenge from Olaf's death?" Quigley asked me as he leaned on one wall, his form visible. He was talking about Count Olaf, one of the most villainous villains of all time, and I cringed, hearing his name.

"I don't know. But right now, I don't want to find out. Where's the two?" I asked him as I shrugged off my coat and hung it as well, also removing my high heels and planting a kiss on Quigley's cheek.

"They're upstairs, with a new project." Quigley replied with a smirk.

I stopped walking up the stairs and turned around to face him.

"They're at it again?" I asked frantically and ran quickly up the steps, with Quigley right behind me.

I opened Quill's room and saw Quill doing something with the wrench and a few bolts while Vivian had two pencils stuck in her bun, almost looking like Kit Snicket, as she held a ballpen in one hand and her handy sketch pad on the other.

I folded my arms and the two stopped what they were doing at once.

Bowing their heads, they said simultaneously, "Sorry mom."

I sighed, shook my head and grabbed both of their hands and pulled them toward the masters' bedroom to talk with them.

My eldest son, Quill Quagmire, who was fourteen years old, has the spitting image of Quigley. And just like me, he was the inventive person I was, even until now. You would see him spacing off, staring into the midst, and that's when you'll know he's thinking of a new invention. Of course, he didn't have to tie his hair up with a dark purple ribbon, unlike me. He was the logical thinker, a lover of Math, Science and History, a computer whiz and an inventor and scientist at heart.

And right now, he was talking about something that could help Quigley with his cartography work. "Mom, we were just at the finishing touches! I mean come on, it's for dad's greater good! Why won't you just be happy at what we're able to achieve?" Quill asked exasperately.

"Hey, just so you know, my cartography skills are flawless." Quigley commented from the doorway.

"And mom, dad said we can as long as we don't blow up the whole place." Vivian pleaded and I shot Quigley a look who just smiled fishly and shrugged his shoulders.

My daughter, Vivian Quagmire, who was thirteen years old -- one year younger than Quill -- was more on the artistic side, getting a lot of genes from her father Quigley who was good at drawing, especially maps since cartography was his specialty.

Vivian can draw, sketch, paint and doodle, and her calligraphy is quite fantastic. She also got Quigley's cartography skills but does not flourish it that much. As an artist, she can also play the piano and cook delicious food, just like her Aunt Sunny. For her, music and food was a type of art. Although getting Quigley's traits, she almost looked like a younger version of me.

Quill and Vivian were always a team, a duo. They're partners in crime when it comes to building inventions. Quill would be the one to think on how its mechanism and Vivian would plan and draw its structure and design. The two were a working tandem, and so far, all of their inventions have worked. But I wasn't encouraging it.

I gave a frustrated sigh and rubbed the temples on my forehead as I sat down on the bed.

"Quill, Vivian, you know the reason why I don't let you invent, right?" I asked the two who answered in a bored tone with a blunt look, "Because our inventions might do us harm."

"But, mom! We haven't even failed any invention yet and the two of us never had a single scratch." Vivian whined.

"And so? Are we suppose to wait for something as terrible as that to happen? No, I don't want any of you getting hurt." I said firmly.

"It's unfair! How come you get to invent things when you were fourteen?" Quill asked me.

"Because I knew how to take care of myself then." I said, lying. For all they know, it was because my parents supported me and my siblings' dreams and talents.

The only reason why I wasn't lettng the two be so caught up with these works is that because these V.F.D. related talents and skills is the cause and start of everything. I don't want them to act as a volunteer and be all so noble. I want them to be normal kids with normal, peaceful lives. But then, I should've known this when we entered V.F.D.

For all I care, I support this two with their talents, the reason why I haven't thrown all their fantastic inventions, haven't teared-up and crumpled Vivian's sketches, haven't burn to ashes the commonplace notebook Quill uses as a compilation of his great ideas. If it wasn't only the fact that these skills may lead them to great danger, I would have been even helping them invent these things. But as a mother, I won't.

"I'm sorry children, but I don't want you to get hurt. . ." I said and held the face of Vivian, pushing a strand of her hair on the back of her ear. And although I didn't want them involved with any V.F.D. activities, I have taught Vivian to tie her hair up with a ribbon to help her think in the greatest times.

I could feel my heart shatter into pieces when tears were forming in her eyes and her face was getting red. She turned away and look up at the ceiling to stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. Quill's face had also darkened and his hands were balled into fists as he stared down his sneakers.

"You never did support us in the things we enjoy in doing. You're so selfish." Quill finally said and grabbed Vivian's arm and pulled her out of the room, who was already sobbing.

Teardrops rolled down my cheeks as I stared at the doorway where they exited. I buried my face onto my hands and I felt Quigley sit beside me. He gave me a comforting hug and removed my hands from covering my face.

"Sshh now Vi. . ." He said and wiped my tears with his thumb. "Everything will be alright."

"Am I a bad, selfish mother Q?" I asked Quigley who shook his head and pulled me softly towards him.

"No Vi. You're a good mother, just like your mother, Beatrice." He said and kissed me in the forehead. "I guess the children won't understand it yet."

"They never will." I corrected him as I lay my head onto his chest.

"No, one day, they will. They'd understand why we're so overprotective of them. They'll discover the secrets of V.F.D., secrets that we hid from them. Soon, they would also be exposed from the treacherous world and there may even be a chance they would follow our footsteps." Quigley said, with truth in his eyes.

And although I knew that it was true, I didn't want to believe him. So instead, I just stayed there in Quigley's arms, hoping that they would understand, but not in the way they would discover V.F.D.

~*~

Quill got his name by combining Quigley and Violet's name while Vivian's name was inspired from Violet's name. Anyways, see you all on the next update! 😁