Claire felt the boys body being pushed against her tightly. She felt his breath hot and heavy against her neck. As his chest was heaving against her and his hands felt in every place imaginable. Regardless of all the touching and the heavy breathing and his hard dick brushing against her, Claire was finding it impossible to be turned on. She was pulsing with anger and hatred.
She pushed the boy slightly.
"Get off, I don't wanna do this." she said easily with her commanding voice, knowing what her intent was the whole time.
"What?", The boy said pulling a condom out. It was as if he was intentionally ignoring her when she saw him ripping the plastic with his teeth.
"I'm not fucking you Snow.", Claire clarified louder. The soldier in her was coming out, and she knew her gun blade was close, exactly where she wanted it.
"Light, c'mon I need this. After the fight with Serah..", Snow trailed off looking down as he slid the condom properly on himself.
After they had practically saved the world, Serah and Snow got married. Things were great. It took a while for everything to go back to normal, and for Claire to fully accept that her sister was growing up, but after a few months she had put all her faith and trust in Snow. However, one day all that trust had come crashing down when Serah showed up at Claire's house bloody and bruised. That day was just a few hours ago.
Claire was spending another night alone. Vanille had gone out on a party with a few of her friends tonight. Claire was expecting her home in the early hours of the morning, wasted. Vanille always came home wasted on her party nights. However, Claire was simply sitting on the couch relaxing, after training her body most of the day. The TV was blaring nonsense on the news. Another Health Clinic robbed, another murder, more soldiers going to Cocoon looking for survivors. Things that were so talked about it was strange to believe that they were still interesting. During a falter of reports she heard the screeching of tires outside.
'Probably some stupid kid testing out his new bike', Claire scoffed as she rolled her eyes. Then she heard a door slam. It took another few minutes before there was a loud banging on the front of her door. The sound was starting enough, but the piercing scream of her name that followed made her heart burst. Claire's immediate thought was that something had happened to Vanille.
The thought terrified her and she ran to the door which was still being incessantly pounded. Her name was shrieked again. She quickly twisted the handle of the door and opened it only to have the familiar pink-haired body of her sister collapse on her. Initially Claire assumed she was drunk, and rolled her eyes.
"Serah, what's wrong. Are you okay?", Claire asked in a calm demanding tone. The young girl's breathing was ragged and heavy.
"Light-..", was the only response uttered from her lips. Claire quickly picked her sister up and managed to look at her face for the first time since her abrupt entrance, and nearly dropped her at what she saw.
Serah's face was streaked with blood, the entire left side was bruised and turned to such a dark shade of purple it looked black. Claire had to control herself at this point to prevent from shaking her sister and screaming for even one word of a hint as to the fault. She wanted to rip them apart.
"Serah? Serah look at me right now.", Lightning begged as she gently gripped one side of her baby sister's face, using the other hand to hold her head up.
She was barely managing to hold her eyes open and her entire body was limp.
"Serah! Answer me!", Lightning screamed thinking the worst.
Vanille was in her car driving through the quaint neighborhood that she and her wife lived in. She and her friends had quite a nice party, in which she refused to drink. Merely just wanting to get home to spend the night cradled in her lovers arms. The thought itself pushed her foot a little harder on the gas peddle to get home.
Upon arriving at the house where she and her wife resided, she noticed the strangest of things in front of her. There was a car parked in the driveway, which looked eerily similar to Snow's car. The front door was also ajar. Vanille was now assuming the worst.
'No, stop the crazy talk. She loves you and only you. She wouldn't, there's no way.', She attempted to put herself as ease and she stopped the car on the side of the street by their house, being unable to occupy her usual spot in the driveway. She closed her eyes tightly and inhaled a deep breath as she gripped the steering wheel. Opening her eyes she quickly took her tight hold off the wheel and opened the door of the car then tried to close it as quietly as she could.
She took slow hesitant steps across their somewhat moist lawn to the front door. Upon her approach to the house she heard ragged breathing. There was a deep sinking feeling in her chest and her eyes immediately became hot and threatened to pour over with tears. She fought them, walking up to the door and pushing it open.
The sight she saw tore at her heart. Her wife, Claire, was laying over the body of another woman. However at a second glance all the rage in her body had immediately disappeared. Vanille realized the body belonged to Serah, Claire's sister. During this realization of whom the body belonged to she also realized the body was bruised, bloodied, and nearly broken. Claire had yet to take any notice of Vanille's presence because she was gently whispering in her sister's ear. A hand instantaneously covered Vanille's mouth as she let out a gasp of horror and started backing out of the door.
Claire immediately looked up from her sister's body and met eyes with her lover. However upon their first meeting Vanille was taken aback to see all the rage and fury in her wife's blue eyes that she had never before witnessed. The look was a murderous one. It made her take another step back. It terrified her. The gaze was intense, but upon realizing whom exactly she was staring at Claire's eyes faltered for a moment and their core had returned to that same caring blue softness Vanille had become so familiar with.
"Baby.. What… happened?", Vanille tried asking, surprised at the breaks in her voice. She saw Claire look at her apologetically as if she had scared her.
"Snow…", Serah's voice whispered almost entirely unheard. Vanille's soft hand immediately returned to cover her mouth as she gasped. Her eyes gazed down to Serah in Lightning's arms but only lingered there for a minute as she saw Lightning's arms flex angrily looking down at her baby sister. Vanille saw a single tear drop from Claire's cheek onto Serah's neck.
"Claire.. Do-", Vanille attempted to say before quickly being cut off by a demanding tone.
"Vanille take Serah. Get her cleaned up, call the Clinic if you need to, or use Cure. I don't care, take care of her. I'll be back soon.", Lightning said with a blank look of rage on her face as she got up with her sister cradled in her arms still. She gently carried her over to the couch that she was once sitting on so calmly and set her sister down there, with a pillow under her head.
Lightning gently pushed her sister's blood stained hair out of her face coating the tips of her fingers in the process. Serah's breathing had slowed down, and after looking at her for a few moments Claire almost convinced herself she was imagining things. That Serah was just sleeping, and the blood was fake. Lightning looked down at her fingers though and teased the blood around between her index finger and thumb, and realized her hand was shaking violently. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt a soft pair of hands at her waist. She closed her fist and spun around towards Vanille, who's innocent green eyes searched Lightning's in fear.
"Do what I said.", Lightning ordered. She was entirely switched now, into her soldier phase, Vanille quickly took notice of this.
"Claire don't. Baby please, stay here we can call the police. Don't.", Vanille pleaded leaving one hand on her soldier's waist and moving the other to her still flexed arm.
Lightning quickly grabbed both of Vanille's hands in hers and held them close to her face. Taking note of the small traces of blood she was leaving. She saw the shivers of Vanille's body as her warm breath hit her fingertips. She quickly closed her eyes tightly again and softly kissed Vanille's hand. As a question of forgiveness before this deed was done.