Vengeance Is My Name
Chapter One
The sun had yet to rise in the eastern sky over the lands of Aster, the darkness of the night a heavy blanket over the mostly sleeping city of Nova.
One individual, however, was not sleeping. Having been awake for some time, a completely nude girl about eighteen years of age threw back the blankets and silently slipped out of bed.
The other occupant of the bed, an older girl with silver hair, turned over to glance over her bare shoulder.
"Don't get caught."
Her standard whispered warning was easily heard by the raven-haired girl, who largely ignored it in favor of searching for her clothes.
Eerily bright golden eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the room as she spotted her underwear near the door, and she languidly strolled over to retrieve it, bending at the waist and presenting the girl in the bed with a fantastic view.
A scoff was heard from the silver-haired girl before she turned back over, snuggling deeper into the blankets as she waved off the other girl.
"Seriously, Blake. Last time was a close call. Don't get caught. Even I can't save you if you do."
Dark red underwear slid up flawless, toned legs before Blake straightened, grabbing a shirt from the bedside table where it had been thrown in a haste last night.
"No one will ever catch me, Weiss." Her voice was low and sultry, and if one listened hard enough, they would swear they heard a rumbling purr accompany the words.
The silver-haired girl was silent, and Blake settled for finding the rest of her clothes. Leather pants that were just a bit too loose around her waist slid up her legs to rest on her hips, exposing her navel for a moment before she pulled the hem of her shirt down to cover it.
"I caught you." Weiss finally spoke.
Unseen in the darkness, two fuzzy, triangular cat ears swiveled toward Weiss, catching her soft spoken words as easily as if she had been shouting.
Blake paused, then sighed softly. Pulling on a worn out black cloak, she threw her hood up to cover her ears and hide her face before pulling on a pair of worn, yet very comfortable boots. Silently approaching Weiss' side of the bed, she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, taking a deep breath and inhaling the lightly perfumed scent of the princess.
"Yeah, you sure did." Blake replied quietly. Weiss smiled a bit at that, the most extreme range of emotion she would ever show other than frantic, muffled cries and gasps of passion that seemed to ring out too loudly in Blake's sensitive ears.
"Be safe." Was all Weiss said before Blake disappeared as swiftly and silently as the shadows under the assault of morning's first light.
The city of Nova was a bustling port city, set at the fabled 'End of the World', the southern most part of the entire continent. It was at the tip of a rather skinny peninsula, if one consulted a map, and was surrounded on three sides by water. Only heading north was possible if one wanted to avoid travel by ship, and it was a few days of travel before signs of further civilization would be found.
Being in the southern hemisphere, the city of Nova and the farmlands to the north of it enjoyed a much better growing season than other cities of it's size in the northern hemisphere. As such, it was a popular travel destination as well as an exporter of food.
Nova was also home to the Schnee kingdom, a large player that had shaped much of the political landscape the last few decades.
The Schnees had arrived twenty some odd years ago, recently enough to still be present in the minds of the elders, but not so recent as to be considered worth talking about anymore.
The Schnees had come down ruthlessly on the then-ruling monarch, the Winchesters, who clung to old, outdated methods of doing things. A sizable land force had seized all of the major trade routes into the city from the north, while a vast ocean fleet laid waste to any supply ship that dared attempt to enter port from the south.
Within months, the starving people had revolted, storming the castle and seizing the current monarch, lambasting the whole clan of Winchesters as failures, unable to protect or provide for their citizens.
A rebellion brought the Winchester clan to the Schnees, turning them over in exchange for food. The Schnee clan made good on their promise, lifting the siege on the city and offering the Winchesters a choice: flee the land and never return, or assimilate into the city as nothing more than peasants.
With only their damaged pride as their belongings, the Winchester clan fled the lands, promising revenge on the Schnees.
Their idle threats were soon forgotten, however, as within eighteen months, the leadership and business sense backed by a strong political wind helped bring the floundering port city into the new age, a barely surviving farming town turned into a tourist heavy city with increasingly strong exports.
No one could remember doing so well under the Winchesters rule, and all fully supported the new Schnee ruler.
Surely, more complete information could be found in the countless books written by the survivors of the siege, if one were interested enough.
Blake pulled her hood lower around her head, folding her ears down flat against her skull as she effortlessly slipped through the sea of people lining the streets.
As a progressive, forward thinking city, Nova saw its fair share of demons and half-demons alike, but the less attention she drew to herself, the easier her life would be.
Not everyone was as tolerant as she would have preferred...
As she made her way toward the bookstore where she worked, her thoughts turned toward the girl.
Weiss Schnee.
Seeing as her older brother Whitley was in poor health, and her older sister Winter had run off to play war from the safety of the General's quarters, that left her next in line to take control of the kingdom.
From an early age, Weiss had told Blake, her father had drilled it into her head that running a kingdom was, in more ways than not, like running a business. Just as poorly run businesses failed, or their workers struck up unions, so too would poorly run kingdoms fail.
It hadn't taken long for the Winchesters to be outed by their own people, and the Schnee line vowed to never let that become their own fate.
So far, the business-minded Schnee monarch had been overwhelmingly good for the port city of Nova, and it looked like a rebellion was the last thing on people's minds these days.
Blake deftly side-stepped around two unruly children, hand slipping under her cloak to grab at the handle of her dagger. Comforted by the touch of the familiar weapon, she glanced around at her surroundings before ducking her head once more, making her way down the street as swiftly as possible.
Weiss Schnee. A beautiful woman, a princess, and...
Blake grinned wryly as she pulled open the door to a little bookshop tucked away on the corner of two intersecting streets.
... And her lover.
With the door closing behind her, Blake reached up to throw back her hood. Straightening up, she allowed her ears to twitch freely, taking in the sounds of the quiet store as her nose took in the familiar, comfortable scent of dusty parchment and leather skins.
"It never gets old, huh?"
Blake let her shoulders drop as she exhaled, glancing to her right. Behind the counter sat a hyper active blonde haired boy. Well, a demon, to be precise. Despite his deceptively human features, he was through and through a full blooded demon.
"Sun." She greeted warmly, smiling at him. He winked at her, and tapped the side of his nose knowingly.
"Over the scent of old books, I smell something else." He said in a sing-song tone, eyebrows waggling suggestively.
"Never made it home to shower her scent off, eh?"
Instantly Blake's eyes widened, and she pulled a few strands of hair around to her nose, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.
"Damnit." She groaned. Weiss' scent was heavy on her, and while that wasn't a problem for the dim-witted humans that wandered around, for any trouble-making half demon or full blooded demon, it was a dead giveaway.
Sun burst into laughter, his monkey tail flicking side to side behind him as if mocking her.
"That kind of thing could get you into a bit of trouble." He said when he had calmed down, reaching toward the counter to straighten up a sheaf of loose papers.
Blake moved over toward the counter as well, sliding deftly across it and alighting gently on her feet on the other side.
"It could get her into a lot of trouble." She retorted, picking up a folder that held a crude tally of book sales. She rifled through them, counting the unusual amount of tickets inside.
"We sold a lot of books today?" She asked, her tone puzzled.
Sun shrugged in a non-committed manner.
"Some guy came in and bought a bunch of stuff. I didn't really pay too much attention to it, though."
Blake tossed the folder back onto the wooden counter before moving over to a stool beside Sun and leaning back onto the edge.
"You don't really pay too much attention to a lot of things."
Sun swatted her gently with his tail, arms folded across his chest.
"I'd be offended, if I thought you were serious."
Blake glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
"I'm dead serious."
"Oh."
Sun was silent for a moment, before poking her in the shoulder with the tip of his tail.
"I'd be offended if I thought it was untrue."
Blake smiled at that, shaking her head as the door to the shop opened.
"Welcome to The Book Haven." She greeted automatically. "Is there anything I can help you find?"
A terse, "No." was the only reply she got, and she shrugged it off as she glanced at Sun.
"So, what is the pr-"
Blake cut him off with a glare, tilting her head toward the man wandering between the bookcases and shaking her head in a, 'Are you daft?' kind of way.
He glanced over as the man disappeared behind a bookcase, then shrugged.
"So, uh, what is... her thoughts on going public?" He asked, his voice lower as he leaned toward Blake. "Y'know, about the two of you?"
Blake returned the shrug as she thought about her response for a moment. Reaching up to scratch at her second pair of decidedly furrier ears, she mentally lamented for Weiss' skilled touch instead.
"She wants to fly under the radar for a little while longer. To be sure everything is ready for when we go public." She replied. "It will cause an uproar, that's for sure. Not everyone will support it, or understand it, but... "
"But that doesn't matter, right? You love her."
Blake was unable to keep the smile from spreading across her face, and she ducked her head to hide the beginnings of a blush across her cheeks.
"More than anything." She answered honestly.
Sun chuckled quietly at the answer.
"Well, from the smell of it, she really loves you."
"Sun!"
It was well past midnight when a shadowy figure silently alighted upon the balcony outside Weiss' open window, and the silver haired girl, still awake, barely reacted as the black-clad figure effortlessly contorted through the window.
"You're awfully late." Weiss spoke softly, her voice carrying a tone of disinterest as she refrained from looking up from the small leather bound journal she was writing in.
The figure straightened up and strode into the circumference of light thrown by the solitary candle on Weiss' desk. Throwing back her hood, Blake revealed herself to the girl.
"Seems you've got a guard on the southern wall of the palace that's looking for a raise. If I were in any sort of hurry to get up here, I might've contemplated killing him." She joked quietly.
Weiss hummed softly. "Our guards aren't eligible for raises, and if you killed one of them, it would raise the highest of alarms."
Blake blinked a few times, unsure if Weiss had totally missed her joke, or if this was more of the girl's special brand of dry, dull humor.
"Besides, " Weiss spoke, setting down her pen and spinning around in her chair to look at Blake, "You're hardly a killer. You're great at sneaking, and probably play a mean game of hide-and-seek, but you're not a killer."
Blake, in lieu of agreeing with her, stepped closer to Weiss, her heart throbbing achingly in her chest as her golden gaze took in those gorgeous blue eyes and flawless skin.
At a loss for words and unable to formulate a reply, Blake instead settled for kneeling down in front of Weiss so that they were at the same level, before wrapping her arms around the slightly smaller girl and hugging her tightly.
Weiss sighed in mock exasperation before returning the hug, kissing the side of Blake's throat before releasing the taller girl.
Blake stood, then offered her hand to Weiss. The girl took it, standing up and allowing Blake to lead her to her bed.
"What's on the royal agenda for tomorrow?" Blake asked, her voice low as she sat on the edge of the bed.
Weiss sat beside her, mere inches separating them as she reached up to tuck her long silver hair behind her ear.
"A meeting with advisers." She answered quietly.
"Ooh, trying to figure out how to use your vast amounts of money to generate much more vast amounts of money?"
Weiss glanced sideways at Blake, unsure if it was a genuine question or not. The smirk playing around Blake's lips told her it wasn't, but she couldn't ignore the question anyway.
"Please. If the Schnee Kingdom is good at anything, it's accumulating wealth."
Blake glanced wordlessly around Weiss' large, ornately decorated bedroom, then glanced back at her with a raised eyebrow, as if to say, 'Really? Are you sure?'
"There are things happening in this country, and around the world. Every day brings change, and if we wish to be a leader on the forefront of technology and trade, then we must stay informed so as to make the best decisions we can."
Blake sighed, then flopped down on her back on Weiss' large, comfortable bed.
"Borrrrring." She droned, looking up at Weiss' back.
Weiss glanced over her shoulder at Blake, who merely held her arms out in a 'Come here' gesture. After a second's thought, she pouted a bit, sticking her bottom lip out for good measure.
Weiss sighed, then stood. With one smooth, deft motion, she pulled her night gown up over her head before dropping it to the floor.
Blake stared at her naked form with adoration in her eyes, studying the girl as if she hadn't been here just last night.
Weiss pulled back the blankets and crawled into bed, motioning for Blake to join her under the blankets.
More than happy to do so, Blake wiggled her way under the hefty mountain of warm blankets, before beginning the laborious task of stripping off all her clothing. This time though, Weiss wasn't peeling them off her in a frenzy, and she carefully organized them on the side of the bed in order of first retrieval.
Finally, the part she was truly looking forward to, the moment her body literally ached for, Blake turned back toward Weiss and wrapped her arms around her lithe body. Pulling her close, Blake pressed their naked bodies together as she kissed Weiss passionately on the mouth.
Weiss hummed softly in appreciation, and Blake entwined her legs with Weiss', eager to press their bodies together just a little bit closer.
After a moment, Weiss' grip on Blake's shoulders tightened, almost imperceptibly, and Blake broke the heated kiss reluctantly as Weiss caught her breath.
"Do you... do you just run from the time you leave here in the morning, until the time you come back?" Weiss asked incredulously, pausing to catch her breath. "I've never met anyone with stamina as high as yours."
Blake smirked, nuzzling her nose against Weiss' cheek.
"I know you secretly love it." Blake drawled quietly. "And that endurance has come in handy more than once."
Weiss' cheeks darkened slightly, but she didn't bother to refute Blake's assertion.
"Besides, " Blake said, leaning in and kissing Weiss on the lips, "I really missed you."
Weiss scoffed, the tips of her ears as warm as her cheeks, but in the darkness of the room, covered by blankets, she was sure Blake couldn't tell.
... Or could she? Weiss had heard the stories about how well half-demons and demons saw in the dark, and in Blake's case, her hearing was as exceptional as her sight. But surely that was a grain of truth that had been summarily stretched, right?
"You're so cute when you blush, I love it." Blake muttered.
Weiss groaned quietly. Apparently not. Resigning herself to be embarrassed for the rest of the night by Blake's antics, she snuggled in closer to the raven-haired half-demon's embrace.
"Weiss... " Blake let her lips ghost over Weiss' ear, her warm breath tickling her skin and making the girl shiver in her arms.
"Y-yeah?" Weiss internally kicked herself for stuttering.
"I want to take you out tomorrow night, to celebrate."
Instantly, Weiss stiffened in her arms, becoming the very picture of discomfort.
"Where?" She asked cautiously, unsure of what Blake was getting at.
Blake merely laughed, however, placing small kisses along her jawline until Weiss slowly relaxed back into her arms.
"Somewhere private, don't worry. No one will see us, and even if they do, I'll be disguised, as I always am."
Weiss hummed softly, not totally convinced.
"Although, I really do wish you'd let us go public." Blake hedged, gently nuzzling her nose against Weiss' cheek.
Weiss vehemently shook her head.
"No, Blake. You know how that would end for the both of us. A royal or politically advantageous marriage is my future, and you know it. For me to come out as... this... with you, a half-demon... you know what they would do to us. What my own family would do to us. I just don't think it's in the cards right now. I'm sorry."
Blake half sighed, half groaned, feelings of frustration welling up in her chest.
"Come on, Weiss! What am I supposed to do? You know how much this kills me."
Weiss was silent for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"Please Weiss... you said you'd give this some serious thought. When you're running the kingdom, things can be different, can't they?" Blake was nearly pleading now, repeating words she'd uttered over and over countless times before in this very bed.
Weiss bit her lip, her silence speaking volumes between them.
Blake sighed, then closed her eyes as she pulled Weiss tighter to her.
"You might have given up, Weiss, but I love you with all of my heart, and I won't stop fighting for you. Even if you do."
Weiss reached up and grabbed Blake's shoulders, squeezing tightly and digging her nails into Blake's tender flesh. Blake winced and raised her head to meet Weiss' furious stare.
"I'm NOT giving up."She whispered angrily. "A Schnee never gives up."
"Really?" Blake asked, her voice disbelieving. "Because it sounds like you are."
Weiss' upper lip curled into a half snarl.
"I'm not giving up, Blake. I just... I can't rush into this knowing what the outcome will be. If I want to give this a serious shot at working, I need time, and I need you to have faith in me. I promise you, outing ourselves at this point will result in you being killed. That's not what I want for you. I don't care how impatient you are, we need to play our cards right if we want things to go our way. I wish I could make you understand that!"
Blake's brows furrowed over her sharp, golden eyes. "How long have I been patiently waiting? I've been sneaking into your room nearly every night for the last five years! I just... !"
Blake sighed quietly, willing herself to calm down.
"I just want you as mine." She whispered softly. "I'm tired of sneaking around."
Weiss tilted her head up and pressed a kiss to Blake's forehead, taking a deep breath and inhaling the natural, alluring scent of Blake.
"Nothing worth having ever comes easy, Blake. Give me just a little more time."
Blake was quiet for a moment, before gently pushing Weiss over onto her back. Throwing a leg over Weiss' hips, she straddled the girl as she stared down at her. With her long, silver hair fanned out around her head in a soft, silky halo, Blake could only stare in awe and wonder at the beautiful girl beneath her.
Smiling up at her, Weiss reached up and gently caressed her cheek.
"We get so precious few moments together, let's not spend them arguing about the same old things, hmm?"
Blake nodded her agreement, leaning down and kissing the side of Weiss' throat. Leaving a trail of soft kisses down her neck to her collarbone, she gently nipped at that one spot that she knew would drive Weiss wild.
"I'll show you one thing worth having that comes easy." Blake whispered cheekily, ducking her head down and kissing Weiss' chest as the girl gasped quietly. Arching her back and running her hands through Blake's long black hair, she grabbed fistfuls and held on tightly as Blake's rough pink tongue caressed her skin.
Author's note: Okay, so this is a story I've been wanting to write for a while. I've been wanting to find some fanfics that are BumbleBY oriented, but where they either don't like each other or straight up hate each other in the beginning. Anyone who has read my collection of one shots, "Of Sunsets and Night Skies", knows that I'm a huge BumbleBY shipper, so this is my attempt to write that ship a bit differently than I normally do. (Anyone who knows some decent fics like I described above, seriously, hit me up). I believe that we should all write the kinds of stories we'd love to read, so this is that. I'll more than likely be editing it as I go along, but for now, I'm happy with what I've written so far. Feel free to drop me a review and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!