Blake Belladonna waited until the dead of night to leave her dorm. The excuse she gave her roommates on her early departure to bed was for her bad stomach ache. Her roommate/partner, Yang blamed her sickness on her obsession with blackberry tea. Ruby added that maybe it was because she had "too many pancakes" with Nora earlier in the cafeteria. Whatever hypothesis came from the girls' mind, it still didn't deter Blake from heading to bed. She bid them farewell and departed to bed.

Silence filled the room. She stirred at a quarter after midnight. She scanned the area, assured that her roommates were sleeping. The sounds of loud snoring filled the room.

It was music to the ears of this Faunusian.

While the girls were concentrating on my ailment, they should have concentrated on their tea. One might say that it was quite tart.

Blake was responsible for serving the tea as the girls were relaxing in the common area. No spells were necessary for it was odorless and tasteless sleeping medicine that were the downfall for the girls. She watched as the ladies delighted themselves in her blackberry tea. They drank and drank until their pallets were filled.

Phase one of her plan was completed.

Blake removed her covers, wearing the all-black sweatsuit she put on before heading to bed. She reached under her bed for her supplies. The brunette reached for her backpack as she placed it around her back. She zipped it tightly; making sure nothing got left behind.

She stepped from her bed and blew a kiss to her sleeping damsels. She bowed as a farewell before departing into the night.

Security was very laxed on a weekend night, so she knew she wouldn't be detected, Oum willing. She carried her equipment with care as each and every tool was important for her mission.

A mission that was not only classified, but forbidden as well. If anything, let alone anyone were to discover her task, her days at Beacon Academy were to be numbered.

However, if she were caught, then expulsion from the Academy would be the least of her concern. If she were caught, then the police were to be involved on her mission she nicknamed, "The Procedure." If "The Procedure" were to be compromised, then the Belladonna name as she knew would be tarnished. The name of Blake Belladonna would ring throughout the village and beyond. She knew her family would be embarrassed; ashamed that their daughter would have done such a heinous things. As the brunette was leaving the campus, she pictured what one of her family members would have said.

Oh, my Blake is so smart that she should have taken another route.

Are you sure if have the right Blake? Blake isn't the kind of girl that would do such a thing.

Not my Blake you are talking about. Blake holds a prestigious reputation with the Belladonna family. She would be torn if she knew her actions resulted in dire consequences.

Blake would have never done anything to embarrass us. That is Tomfoolery. In the name of Oum, I forbid what you say….

Blake clicked her tongue and mockingly used her hands as she knew whatever publicist was going to speak for the family to protect their name. Never have her family questioned about her. Her wellbeing, her sanity, her anything.

Just to get her family to notice her, she sort of hoped to get caught.

Then yet again, why allow to have her fun ruined over white guilt? She made a slight prayer to Oum for protection and forgiveness; more of the former than the latter.

With her Gambol Shroud in hand, she made her way to the dark woods.

After the never ending lights of the villages, Blake underestimated the utter blackness of nighttime in the woods. In her mind the trees would be black trunks against a bluish charcoal sky, the path would become deepest brown and the moonlight would bleach the stones within it. Hadn't every painting of woods at night been like that? Even if there was a moon tonight its silvery rays would not penetrate the dense canopy above. She was in too far in to turn back, the twilight he had mistaken for night had passed rapidly. It could be no blacker in a coffin, six feet under and piled with dirt. She began to breathe the cool air more rapidly. The darkness pressed in on him from all sides and his body screamed for him to run. He sank to his bottom on the damp earth of late spring and settled in to wait for dawn. All the while she listened for the bears and the wolves...monsters.

With her melee weapon with her, there was nothing to fear. Granted, hunting for monsters wasn't on the schedule this evening.

Tonight, she has an objective that was part of "The Procedure." She gripped her weapon tightly. Her eyes fidgeting, feeling the adrenaline rushing into her cold veins. The brunette crackled, exciting for the task that her body became warm, overlooking the coolness of the night. She knew that snow was in the forecast.

She didn't mind. A weekend in the woods sound romantic. Sitting on the floor, nestled in a fire with a significant other. Blake wasn't quite a romantic type, but she, too, yearned for the feeling of another man coveting her. Going on his beck and call for the brunette. Kneeling before her, worshiping her as if she were a goddess.

In Blake's eyes, she was a goddess. It wasn't such a thing of being a Belladonna, but the prestigious that she wasn't playing the role of being subservient. Any man who wants the task of being her boyfriend should know that she wanted to be served like a queen. Whenever, wherever.

Many had tried, but many failed. Some lasted a few days; if lucky, a week. Many faltered after a few hours. She was too much for them.

In her amber eyes, they were too much for her. They were weak, fallous, easy prey, a target. Jackasses riding on donkeys they called their steeds. She scoffed at the thought of the men's ill performance.

No matter what, she knew that her heart belong to one man. One man alone could mend the wound; fill the gap of her cold heart.

However, that man is under the assembly of many, many woman. Many of the women wanted a taste of Jaune Arc. Being a part of his guild was like being part of Oum's special divinity. Despite not having much interaction of the blonde or Vomit Boy, she fancied him. She watched from afar of the noble deeds he did in the name of justice. Jaune wanted to be special, but at the same time just wanted to be helpful.

That alone made the brunette developed feelings for him.

The abandoned house shuddered in the dead center of the woods, wishing the morning light would come all the sooner to warm its weary walls. It felt so alone, so empty. How long had it been since it heard the laughter of a precious child? How long had it been since it felt the coolness of fresh paint or contained the fragrance of Sunday dinner?

As the long yearned for golden rays caressed the timber, a stray lamb walked in from the fields, perhaps the door had swung open just for It. Its' soft snuffling and the sound of its' prancing feet was the finest music the house had heard in so many years. After so long in dark silence the house creaked in happiness, the new sounds being as welcome as a lion's roar on the savannah.

Phase two of her plan was completed. She had made it made to her destination. This abandoned house would serve as an important role for it housed her plans to complete "The Procedure."

She had entered the residence. The oldest residents of that abandoned house were the spiders. Many generations had laced the walls with cobwebs of intricate beauty, though now even they lay in dusty rags. Judging by the condition, it had been at least three decades since a footstep had echoed within those walls, since the dust had been disturbed and the ghosts awoken.

Even the ghost had made their departure. They, too, didn't want a part of Blake's plan.

The only furniture was an antique pedestal table carved of local oak and upon it a bottle of finest malt whiskey and one upturned glass.

There was a seat where she put up her supplies. She put her melee weapon on the table. She knew that she wouldn't be in danger for the time being. She picked up the glass and poured the malt whiskey within.

She wasn't much of a drinker, in the eyes of her classmates and close friends. But there were many skeletons many didn't know about the young budding adult. She sighed loudly, finishing the drink in one gulp. She slammed it down heavily.

"To the brain, to the brain," she said aloud. She smiled as she went to the kerosene lamp to make light in the house. She put it in the center of the living room table. She narrowed her eyes when she saw some stains on the table.

She snapped her fingers. "I forgot about that." She put her hand on her forehead, letting out a slight laughter. "I have told him not to scream."

She turned when she heard a muffling noise coming from the other side of the house. She wasn't fazed. She hummed lightly as she returned to the table to retrieve her bag. She was comfortable with herself to leave her scythe on the table. She swayed her hips as she made her way to her destination.

She opened the door to the source of the noise. Upon entry, the noise became louder. She was grateful that those generators came in handy when adding them to the home. It gave power to the lifeless house and covered the noise of anything hindering her from continuing with her procedure.

In the room, there was a table she installed. It looked similar to a lab table. It was there where she kept her supplies. A chair was there for whenever she wanted to sit. Rather if it was to observe or catch up on a good book. She thought if the book she was currently reading was still on the chair or not. There was a single lampstand standing in the center of the room. Within the center of the room was the grand plan of "The Procedure."

She hummed a hauntingly, alluring tune. She reached for the comb in her pocket and began brushing. The sound of the muffling continued, but in her mind, he was excited that his lover and his mistress was here. The scream was an acknowledgement of his love.

She set the comb on the lab table. She cracked her knuckles. She went into her pocket to retrieve her compact. She checked to make sure she looked good for her darling. She didn't want to see a speck or a follicle. She smiled before closing the compact.

The room had a stagnant smell, like it was cleaned with plain water instead of disinfectant. Blake didn't want to alert anyone. She had promised her lover that she would get better things in time.

The bed sat low to the ground, the frame baring the signs of rust and the mattress worryingly thin. She had promised her darling if he would submit, then they can share her luxurious bed together. Her eyes widened with the thought of taking his first time. Her stomach was filled with butterflies.

She watched the blonde's eyes widened. He shook, trying to move, but the restraints were holding him back. The chains were locked from his ankles to his wrist. In the past, she had leather restraints, but he escaped. She wasn't going to have another incident like that again.

No one was looking for him. There wouldn't be anyone looking for him. Since he admitted cheating to get into the Academy, he was met with expulsion. There were tears from the other girls. There was sad goodbyes.

It was too bad that he never had the chance to exit the campus to return home. Blake was certain that he would never leave her presence again.

"The Procedure" to make Jaune Arc her boyfriend can commence. She hummed as she stroked his hair. His face turned beet red when feeling the callous touch of Blake. She was careful not to touch the recent cut on his face. She told him it was an accident, but he screamed for help. She only wanted it to be a flesh wound. She kissed it tenderly, praying it won't turn into a scar.

Then yet again, she always admired a wounded soldier.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

You're my darling, yes you are

Soon you want to marry me

Or, I'll hang you from the highest tree

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

You're my darling, yes you are

"Good morning, baby," she giggled as she hovered over her blonde prince. "Wake up, you sleepyhead. I know it's a little hard to keep your eyes open. But it's okay. You can just listen to my voice as I speak." The brunette continued to stroke the blonde's hair. His eyes tucked in. She knew that her Jauney was playing hard-to-get. The last time he escaped, she knew that the blonde was playing a game to enhance their relationship to the next level. Of course, he didn't reach the village in time. Of course, she had to break some bones. But, she knew he was tough. They were light taps and his aura would heal in time.

However, from time to time, she had to put him in check to assure that his injuries weren't fading yet.

She stroked his cheek. "I know, my precious Jauney. I know you must be angry for what I've done, but this was the only way to keep you safe." She trailed her finger down to his chest. "I know what I did was questionable at best, but it's getting harder keeping you all to myself nowadays."

She sighed before laughing tenderly. "Then yet again, no one at the Academy is looking for you. Your parents don't have a clue. It's like you are the invisible people." She giggled. "I can't have you wondering around the house anymore. Don't need you to escape again. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Those privileges are dead and gone. So, for now, I have to take extra precautions since you've been quite naughty lately."

She left for a moment to return to the lab table. She was looking for Jaune's scroll, the only thing that accessed him to the world.

It was now a gift to Blake for her choosing.

She opened the scroll to display a picture. The essences of summer, a goddess of the sun. Her golden hair draped down softly curling along the ends. Every time she appeared the day never ended and smiles never faded. She was a siren leading everyone to sudden happiness. The beauty with the forever young ocean blue eyes.

"Who is she," questioned the brunette. "That was the girl you tried to contact earlier from your last escape." She furrowed her eyes to him. "Is this a girl I should know about?"

"Mmm, mmm." Jaune's mouth was muffled, enabling him to speak. Blake thought the blonde was adorable when he was bound and gagged. He shook his head in signs of disagreement.

"Is this girl special to you," she questioned again.

Jaune shook his head to confirm.

"Are you lying to me?"

Jaune shook his head to confirm that he wasn't lying.

Blake grabbed the scroll and closed it. She dropped it to the floor. "My dearest prince. I want to believe you." She went into her back pocket and put on her gloves. "I wish I can believe you. It wasn't until I saw another picture with that blonde kissing you on the cheek." She wrapped her fist to land it on his nose. She felt the force of his nose cracking upon contact.

"Who is she, Jauney darling," questioned the brunette as she went for another punch. "Who is she? I promise I won't be this upset." She landed him with another picture.

He groaned in the process. The sounds of the rattling shackles confirmed his pain.

"You see, darling, this is the pain I feel when I being lied to," she said in disgust. "You're not lying to me, darling?"

He shook his head in disagreement. Blake paused, seeing that the heart monitor was beeping loudly. She retreated from him. "I am sorry, darling. Blake gets carried away when I see something I don't like messing with my darling. I get so, so, upset. I wouldn't know what to do." She spotted the IV inserted into his veins. "Oh? You probably wonder what have I done to you? Well, you could say that I'm keeping you in a permanent drugged state from now on. I can no longer trust you."

She slapped her hands. "Anyway, I do have a present for you. I hope you like it." She giggled. She went back to the lab table to the bag that she had earlier in her dorm. She opened the bag and pulled out the box. It was decorated in pink with a little black bow. Her smile widened hoping that her Jauney would like the gift.

She carried the box and returned it to Jaune's bed.

"Tada! Here's your present," she giggled. "You can say it is a token of my affection for you." She tilted to Jaune. "Sorry for hitting you earlier." She sighed as Jaune remained quiet. "You see, Jaune, when I do these things, it because I love you. No other girl is worthy of having you. I hope that this present understands my feelings for you." She extended it to him. "Can you please accept my present, dearest Jaune."

There was a brief silence. It then click in her head that he was unable to move because of the restraints. She laughed. "Oh, silly me, I forgot. Don't worry, Jaune, I would open it on your behalf." She looked at Jaune as she unwrapped the gift. "I can't wait to show it to you in one, two, three!"

Jaune's stomach turned as he watched Blake pull out the gift. He felt a warm spot in pants for he knew he had urinated it.

"Tada! I hope you like it," she smiled devilishly. "It's her head."

The heart monitor beated rapidly as Jaune saw the girl's head dangling in Blake's hand.

"This is the very blonde that loved you so much," said Blake menacingly. "I couldn't imagine if this bitch could ever love you like I can. Do you see her eyes turning to the back of her head? A look that you probably can recognize!"

Jaune's muffled screams grew louder as his body slammed loudly against the bed. Watching it made Blake shiver with a smile. "Wait! There is more!" She giggled. She return to the box. "No good gift can be without their accessories."

Jaune groaned loudly, screaming as he saw the girl's hands in the box.

"Those hands were very softly as I stabbed her into kingdom come, my dearest Jaune. And I bet her delicate fingers played such a lovely sonata on your little instrument." Blake bit her lip as she brought her the girl's lifeless head to his face. "Can you feel how soft and delicate she is? I can see why you wanted her so damn much."

She pressed the girl's head to his face once more. "Aww, what's the matter, sweetheart? Don't you want to give it a little kiss?" Blake, no longer excited, tossed the head out of her sight. "Disgusting! The nerve of that sickening whore." She scoffed. "Girls are like balloons. When you stab them, they die!"

She crackled into a laughter that sounded like a pack of hyenas. Tears were escaping from Jaune's eyes.

"Oh, what's the matter, sweetheart," pouted Blake with insincerity. "That bitch didn't know what kind of girl she was dealing with. Thinking I wasn't good enough." She took Jaune's hand and put it on her chest. "But, I am good enough. Good enough to know your best interest. What you like? What do you like to eat? Everything! For you are mine, Jaune."

And there isn't a damn thing anybody can do about it!

To be continued….


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