Chapter 1:

A/N: Holy jesus this chapter got dark really f'ing fast. Sorry for that! However, there is fluff on the horizon! P.S good to be back! :D P.P.S I do not condone personal bodily harm of any kind, all of you beautiful people are too good for that! You all are amazing in your own special way if you realize it or not! Go out and have the greatest day of your life!

Weiss's eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the morning light in her room, slightly disorienting her. Ever since 'that day' Weiss never felt the need to care about anything in her life anymore. She woke up late, never attended family meetings, ignored her parents, and overall just lost faith in everything. Every day it was the same sob story over and over again: Wake up, get yelled at by her father (possibly hit), eat, add a few notches to her "Carving board", and repeat the process. However, Weiss's "Carving board" wasn't made out of wood… but out of flesh and bone.

Yes, sadly enough Weiss had lost everything she once thought was good in her life. As a result she started making notches in her arm with a small knife to declare how many days has went by since 'that day'. So far, it has been three. Did she care that it hurt? No. She had already felt all the pain she needed. In one day her life was dove into the dirt harder than before, and as a result she was never able to get back up.

The day was never given a name by Weiss other than 'that day'. no one besides Weiss and her parents really knew why this was such a big blow to Weiss's life. Albeit, it seemed no one cared. The day started like any other, Weiss awoke at five after meridian (A.M), she took a quick ten minute shower and dressed herself for the day's activities (which were mainly just talking to Vale's "important" people and other business partners.). She had wandered down the stairs to join the family for breakfast, everyone was there, her mother, father, and Winter.

Weiss was always fond of her younger sister Winter, one of her greatest memories was playing in the snow with her. They both built a "giant" snowman and just had a relatively good time until their father beckoned them inside with a rather harsh tone in his voice. However, they didn't care, they were children having fun and doing what they wanted and enjoyed. But soon, this changed. Weiss stopped seeing Winter as much around the house, mostly due to her father taking her on business trips which left Weiss to fend off her mother (who was not the kind of person you would typically want to raise a child. Demented, brutal, and otherwise anger filled). Almost every night her father was gone new men would be coming to the house to see her mother. Weiss always was a little curious as to why, until she found out they were other men just after the Schnee name. With a mental scar she was forced to try to forget everything but couldn't.

Soon after this discovery Weiss had made she was found, as a result her mother took her into Weiss's room and slapped her repeatedly threatening to end her life if she ever told her father about what had happened. That day ended with Weiss having a black eye and being too scared to even speak.

In mid meal the family invited Weiss to sit down like usual, A servant rushed to bring Weiss a plate of food. Weiss herself really never had a big appetite usually getting only a third through her plate before being full. It seemed normal enough, no one really spoke during breakfast so it was rare to hear conversation of any sort.

"Weiss." Her father spoke in a loud tone drawing her immediate attention. "I need to speak with you in private for a moment." He gave a solemn nod to the study which was just down the hall from the dining room. Knowing there was no escape she gracefully lifted herself off of her chair and followed her father through the first set of double doors leading from the dining room and into the hall. Once they arrived at the end her father opened the door for her and slipped in behind her quietly shutting the door.

"Now, I know there has been some differences between us. But we need to come to an understanding." The man said for once in a normal tone as he headed to sit behind his desk. "I need you to marry Cardin Winchester and have his child." He had said it out right, Weiss stopped in her tracks like she was hit by a freight train.

"W-what?!" Weiss exclaimed aloud.

"Listen. I don't care what your thoughts are on it, but it needs to happen, no ifs, whats, or buts about it. I need someone to take my place at the head of this company. Thus, seeing as Cardin is the son of the second largest company in Vale, Winchester Arms, I need you to marry him and secure our future."

"Why him of all people? He is vermin! Scum! He is a blemish on the face of the earth!" Weiss yelled protestantly. At this point her fathers face started to fall into a scowl.

"Look at me, do you think I care?" He asked angrily, his voice dripping with poison.

"Well you should!" Weiss yelled. "Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad, and you are not that person." She replied in utter anger and disgust. "You've always treated Winter like a precious toy doll, but you, you treat me like a tool." Weiss voice went into a more quiet tone.

"You are a tool! All I ever needed you for is the company. I don't care what you think. I am your father, you're under my roof and by the gods you will do as I say when I say!" He yelled back. Neither of them were willing to back down from the argument.

"Well you can forget the marriage. It's not happening." Weiss was rebelling at the most she had ever been before.

"God damn it. Fine! If you refuse to marry him I will RAPE you right here and now, and you will have the child." He yelled in pure rage.

"You wouldn't dare." She challenged. Unfortunately, she was a bit too close to the desk to really be able to move away from him.

Her father grabbed the heiress by the throat and threw her onto his desk and proceeded to do what he so solemnly swore (and Weiss prayed he wouldn't) he'd do.

Weiss knew that today was the day. The day that she would finally finish herself off. She refused to have her father's child and not only that but she refused to stick around for the utter destruction of her life. Today was the day she would rid herself of the giant burden she was given. She would no longer have to worry about a thing, other than just getting the job done. She had thought long and hard about what way she wanted to go. Jumping? No, too cliche. Gun? No, too messy. Severing a blood vein and bleeding out? Prefect.

As her normal schedule implied she walked to the bathroom to take a shower but changed it up a bit. She plugged the drain and started a bath for herself, a nice warm and steamy bath. Her last one she would ever take. When the water almost brimmed the tub she stopped the water also taking note of the perfect warmth. Weiss let her towel she had fall from her body freely. Sitting down into the water she found that her body was pulled into the water, it was so comforting. She quickly took her small knife that she had been using as a carving tool and examined the blade for a moment.

The long silver blade was gorgeously crafted. Her grandfather had given Weiss this knife as a ceremonial gift on her sixteenth birthday, the knife always reminded her of the letter she had gotten with it. 'I hope you like this. I wasn't sure exactly what to get you, but I hope it has SOME sentiment to you. It's a dangerous world out there, always keep this handy just in case! I love you dearly, Your Grandfather Schneesturm.' As the letter suggested, Weiss had always kept the knife with her wherever she went. Weiss adored her grandfather. He was the man she wanted her father ti be like. Kind, caring, but not too soft albeit not too rough,

With a large sigh Weiss gripped the knife with all of her strength. Her hands shaking out of fear (or was it joy?), she began moving the sharp blade toward her wrist. She began to cry. Tears stung her vision making it slightly blurry. She suddenly thought to her new found best friend: Ruby Rose. The hyperactive girl who always cheered her up. She felt terrible, her stomach (metaphorically) turned inside out. With a final yell she forced the blade into her wrist deep and quick.

"I'm sorry!"

….

….

Weiss no longer felt her body. She felt… Light. She was free and able to move. Was she dead? Did she finally finish the job? She looked around, there was nothing but white. It seemed that she really did die. She was free, but oddly enough she stood with her combat uniform with her rapier in its hilt. Weiss let out a sigh.

"What now?" She asked aloud to no one.

"Well… For one you could be more grateful." A thick British accent seemed to just appear out of thin air.

"Death? See, I always knew you were British!" She said jokingly. The voice chuckled slightly.

"I guess you could call me death, but then… Who are you?" Another Weiss instantly formed out of mid air facing the original.

"What?" Weiss asked.

The other Weiss planted its hand firmly on the original's shoulder. "Same person." It shrugged still keeping the heavy british male accent. Weiss couldn't make sense of it, she saw her body and its mouth moving but hearing another voice.

"So,,, I'm dead?" Weiss asked.

"No. But you aren't alive either. Kinda...er… a zed? If that makes any sense at all."

"Really? A zombie?" Weiss asked putting her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow at the clone. The clone shrugged.

"Hey, you put me on the spot. I had to come up with something. Or else you'd be begging me for an answer while I was trying to think."

"So… I messed up. I didn't die?"

"Correct. Also, it was kind of my doing, if you'd believe it. There is someone I'd like you to meet…"