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It was a full moon in the hollow forest of the dead. A castle loomed over the forest with its mighty structure, casting an ominous shadow over the dense forest filled with unholy creatures, Grimms. These accursed creatures of unworldly abominations were commanded by their vampire master, Weiss Schnee.
A name that was once held highly and regally by the cold hands of the Schnees. They were not the noblest, although they were aristocrats and famed entrepreneurs of lands and resources. People were treated miserably and segregated by rich and poor, superior and inferior, pure and different. Unashamed by their own conducts and grotesque desire for power and money, the people suffered under the Schnee's laborious government. That changed one unfortunate fateful day.
The youngest of Schnee had watched her family's unkind and unfair treatment to the people in their grasp. Weiss had been soaked and washed with an abundance of luxuries and wealth. None that which made Weiss ease her clouded and icy heart as she heard the anguish, pitiful cries of need and agony haunted her dreams. Weiss had never been loved by her own family. Carved to be the figure and heiress that would contain and grow their power with their name. Weiss had no desire for it and was harshly punished by her parents.
The rebel at an age of twenty witnessed the cruellest deed the family committed. Bound and tied to the throne in the middle of a starving village, Weiss' eyes and ears were forced to witness innocent victims become the Schnee's plaything. Begging, humiliated, tortured, murdered, crippled, and more dastardly sins that the family refused to cease. Weiss cried and pleaded to stop their genocide and trampling over the dignities of the people. They would not listen, drowned in their lust and thirst with the power in their possession.
For three months, Weiss had to witness the same torture and cruelty her family never ceased to be entertained. Until, there was no hope left. Every death was pointed towards the woman frozen on the throne. The villager's cries and anguish forced out from their rulers had grown into hatred towards the Schnees, including Weiss. For as long as Weiss lived, people were dragged from another town to be playthings for their masters would suffer. Then, they wanted to end this torment and poisoned Weiss.
One late night, as the masters grew tired of their sinister deeds and returned to their homes, leaving Weiss with food and water at her feet. The villagers poisoned the food and water after killing the soldiers belonging to the Schnees guarding Weiss. A red-haired man wearing a white mask, Adam Taurus, began their rebellion and fed the youngest with poison. Weiss who had been frozen and broken by the cries of innocents turned her blank blue eyes to the man before her.
"You are the bearer of torment to this village. Suffer and Die!" Adam cried, clutching the jaws of the pale, lithe woman in a breaking grip.
Jaws snapped open, a bowl of muddy porridge shoved down Weiss' throat, water choking into her lungs, and finally, Adam twisted Weiss' head. The gruelling sounds of bones being snapped echoed in the village, and thus began the rebellion.
Weiss died on that day, young and broken. The only one that cared, was Winter Schnee, the elder sister that had gotten news of her younger sister's death. The Schnee family lied. They wanted Weiss dead, as she was a luggage that had no roles in their current curfew of power. They told Winter that the village rebelled and killed their kind daughter.
Believing their words and an icy fury flourishing in Winter's heart, she sought revenge with cold and meticulous strategies against the rebellion. However, there were more rebelling against the Schnees than Winter thought. In the haze of fury and vengeance, Winter only sought one person who killed her sister, Adam Taurus. Two of these sisters were kind despite their exteriors. Winter loved Weiss the most of all and losing her devastated her soul.
Thus began the White Tidal War; the White Fang led by Adam Taurus and the overwhelming power of the Schnees. Throughout all that, the mastermind behind such schemes came from the manipulative Queen of Hell, Cinder Fall. Coating with tempting words of power, freedom bargained to the oppressed and tortured, Cinder now had the bloodiest war feeding her Grimms.
It was Cinder who had fogged the minds of Schnees in their greed and lust. It was Cinder who fanned the flames of hatred of the people suffering from the Schnees. And one extra commander at the palm of Cinder's hands, Weiss Schnee, the Vampire Noble.
Deep in the castle of the Vampire Lady, or otherwise Vampire Master, sitting upon the throne as stoic and unmoving as a statue was the former Weiss Schnee. The hatred towards the Schnees broke off the attachment to that name to become Weiss. Yet, a lingering feeling still has had Weiss remembering the name for intolerant reasons and especially despising them. A name, a person, a blood at the far reaches of Weiss' mind stuck to her like a thorn. Weiss did not know what to feel about it, or that if she had any in this undead state.
Dark power resonated inside of Weiss, summoning the elements with an ease that built the castle in a single night. With the rise of the castle, came the Huntsmen and Huntresses affiliated to no one but the dedication to fight Grimms and protect people from them regardless of their race and nature. Weiss' resurrection was a remarkable possession in Cinder's command. Except, Weiss was more powerful than Cinder. Weiss had no desire; so Weiss willingly served Cinder.
In fact, Cinder did not mind the Huntsmen and Huntresses killing her own broods. As long as blood was spilt, Cinder obtained sustenance and long-term growing of power. Weiss was simply a supplier that gathered blood to feed for herself, and then her benefactor with the blood itself. The exchange was curt and direct without complications.
"Weiss dear~. Do me a favour darling~." A salacious voice at the gates of the castle called.
Weiss huffed and opened the door at the seat of her throne on the highest level of the castle. The gate opened, and Cinder entered with a smirk as she was instantly brought to the hall where Weiss sat since forever.
"Is that all?" Cinder prodded, crossing her arms and staring at the Vampire Master.
On the throne was the woman who was resurrected and newly formed since death. Beautiful and charming, elegant and terrifying, powerful and still. The woman was adorned with a slick set of clothes that drew her form. Pale blue jacket with the collar raised and stood to draw the jawlines and lithe neck with a simple turn of her head, drawing any men and women's eyes to them. Lips formed a thin line as pale as grey and dead, but a pretty curve that with a simple twist would swoon the heart. Eyes that draw any souls in and freeze them on the spot, and a pale scar across the left eye obtained before poisoned and bound would intimidate them at the sharp look the vampire master would give. White hair tied in a ponytail a little to the back left, gleaming in the moonlight; already as ethereal as the pale skin adorning a set of beautiful royal pants and shirt intricate with frills
"I've seen the expanse of your wardrobe. Am I not important enough to suit up for the occasion?" Cinder implored, her gleaming amber eyes glowed in furious flames, silent of her displeasure as she glared at Weiss.
Weiss long and beautiful fingers flicked to summon a seat for the guest. Cinder sat down, and the seat transformed into a luxurious loveseat as it dragged across the length of the hall closer to Weiss. No platforms to envisage the might of the Vampire Master, Cinder thought disappointedly as she casually leant on her side with a pillow offered at the armrest. The clothing while modest and humble, truly aroused the Queen of Hell, however.
Weiss moved with a graceful shift of intimidation and stoic power in her form that was usual to her undead nature. Hands clasped together on the lap, feet together and on their heels with boots that snugged nicely to Weiss' feet. Before Cinder was a dashing Princess of Ice, both beautiful and handsomely attractive. Cinder licked her lips and brushed her hand along the slit opening of her dress, showing off the skin of her wondrous legs.
"You've barely a blood to quench my thirst to my standards hag," Weiss spoke, her voice as thin ice and authoritative without needing it to be.
The sarcasm was very subtle, addressing to Cinder's form which was sloth and yet deadly beneath the deceptive, well-endowed figure. Cinder chuckled and threw her head on the pillow, raising her arms to stretch her body.
"You're so confident. Do you know who resurrected you?" Cinder's voice was teasing, but the presence of it was laced with death and silent fury.
Weiss scoffed and leant back on the throne, "Was I necessary? I am your doll pocketed at your hips, or on the vanity."
Cinder giggled, "Perhaps…" She turned to her side and dropped her hand to the floor, letting the straps of her dress by the arms to sag and show her cleavage.
"I simply want you~." Cinder cooed, her lusty gaze stared into unamused blue eyes.
Weiss scowled, "I've had enough of dress-ups to please you." She said, but then charmingly smiled.
"Those pile of clothes in the wardrobe is enough to beautify you and several other women," Weiss remarked and brought her clasped hand beneath her chin, as her legs spread open and spread her feet.
Cinder purred and got off the loveseat to stride over to Weiss, standing before the Vampire Master with her hands placed on the armrest of the throne.
"Surely, I am far fairer and tasteful of décor in your presence." Cinder boasted, smiling as Weiss shook her head.
"I am not inviting you," Weiss said, her expression stoic and unamused.
Cinder gave a low, hot growl as she placed a hand over Weiss' clasped hands and said, "For an Ice Queen, your voice is enough to rouse the blood."
Weiss smirked and chastely kissed Cinder's fingers returning the compliment, "A fine praise from the Queen herself. But…"
Weiss turned her hands over to slip into Cinder's hand a gift. Cinder immediately felt the weight of an object in her hand and looked at it. Cinder scowled at the sight of the familiar object, a golden wristwatch. The deep scowled amused Weiss as she relayed the message.
"Glynda sends hers regards. The wooden horse is prepared." Though Weiss should be embarrassed to say it, the reaction to Cinder's pale and aghast expression was much rewarding.
Cinder groaned and fumed as she turned and stormed her way out of the castle. The strut way out was quite an arousing view, as Cinder's legs subtly wobbled and pressed toes to the floor stiffening the muscles of her legs showed signs of imminent arousal. Barely opening the doors wide, Cinder rushed out and slammed the door for Weiss, chuckling on the throne.
With the Queen of Hell away, it was time Weiss took flight amongst the sky. The roof of the castle parted into a small slit and in an instant, Weiss' form was shrouded in white fog that glittered as the moonlight shone upon her. Flying upwards and marking her presence in the dark, blue sky a glittering fog of white ethereal bats. Weiss internally smirked upon hearing the beastly howls and roars of the Grimms in the forest.
"Amass to the north-west and consume as much blood as you like!" Weiss ordered, her voice projecting across in echoes that chilled the night even worse.
An eerie silence filled the forest in reply, but Weiss could sense the movements of the Grimms prowling and marching to the north-west. Their bloodthirsty bowels could be felt from far. The victims will not be spared or live to be fed in the hovels of the Grimms.
Weiss travelled ahead of the Grimms to the village of Patch, where she would guise herself amongst the denizens. Weiss had seen what appeared to be a festival occurring tonight. There should be fresh blood gathered there and partying deep late into the night.
However, as the sight of the village's lights shone brightly in the night, the bright light were blazes of fire. Too bad. The scent of blood had been shed, and the roars and screams of terrors were not in fact from Weiss or the Grimms. It was the White Fang raiding the village. Weiss lingered high above the sky, hidden in the midst of ashen smokes rising into the air. Innocents were killed, and it disgusted Weiss that they had been killed a torturous and slow death. At least the Grimms were savage and pounced on their prey, giving their victims a quick death with their vicious maws and claws.
"Yaaannng!" A shrill voice as young and sweet caught Weiss' attention.
It was a young girl in red, her cape and hood raised and fluttering as she fought back against the White Fang's assault. The girl was alone as she called out for her sister after a decisive blow across the chin of a grunt with an oversized scythe in her hands. Weiss was intrigued. The girl was unharmed, yet. Weiss continued to watch the onslaught of nuances converging onto the girl. Such speed and excellent use of the scythe repelled their attacks and knocked them unconscious without wasting too much stamina.
Weiss grinned at the girl's victory as she followed the girl to find this 'Yang'. A pointless search, as it was better to attack at one point and hope that others would see the climbing victory done by the girl. Regardless, the girl's speed alone matched Weiss vampire abilities. Not as much, Weiss proudly thought of herself.
"Ruby!" Another voice filled with determination, concern and hot fury caught both Weiss' and the girl's attention.
The two turned to see a woman in yellow, running towards the girl in red with relief and joy. The two met and embraced each other in the blaze of flames of their village. Weiss' grin grew wider at the sight of the two, uttering words of relief and fortune to their sisters. What a surprise, Weiss thought. Two sisters were capable of defending and fighting at such a young age. It reminded Weiss of something. A growl rose from Weiss' throat and shook away such nuisance from distracting her.
"So it was you two." Another voice filled with fuming hatred was directed to the sisters, and Weiss disliked the red-haired white masked man.
The two sisters looked at each other for a moment and then spread themselves to fight the man.
"It doesn't have to be this way. We can talk!" The girl in red, Ruby said.
The red-haired man scoffed, "You're just trash."
The woman in yellow, Yang, roared as she charged towards the red-haired man with her gold metal fist raised, "You'll pay!"
Unfortunately, the man was better and quicker with his sword, easily using the blunt side of the sword to strike at the back of the woman's head. The blow was enough to knock Yang down, but Weiss was startled by her durability and going berserk from the blow. Rising up from the ground and whirling at the back of the man with a fist throttled at the spine. The man drew his sword and defended himself from the scythe and fist at his back and front with his scabbard and sword.
Impressive, but it would not stop the man as he instantly struck both of them with blunt strikes. Except, Yang was way too strong as the scabbard cracked apart upon meeting her body. Unfortunately, Ruby took a fatal blow to the temple and thrown into the flames.
"Damnit." The man swore under his breath, peeking Weiss' curiosity despite the malice still resonating in him.
"You killed my sister!" Yang roared and unleashed her rage with her fists pummelling at the man endlessly.
The man grimaced as he was pushed back by the onslaught, his sword ringing and heating up from the hammering blows. Eventually, the man jumped over Yang and sliced off her arm, knocking the back of her head with a fatal, bone-cracking blow with the sword's pommel to the back of the head. The man landed on the floor and waved his sword of the blood, and then went off to continue his raid on the village.
"Yang…" A pained, broken, and sorrowful whisper had found Ruby amongst the rubble behind a flame of walls.
Weiss scowled at the disgusting sight. Something was squirming inside Weiss about this scene disturbed her. Weiss hated it, and yet, she was still holding onto it for inexplicable reasons.
"Yang…" Ruby cried, her collapsing voice stringing Weiss' soul.
Weiss growled and swooped down to save Ruby and Yang. Hate. Hate. Hate! The voice in Weiss screamed, carrying two sisters in her misty form back to the castle. All Weiss wanted was blood and be done for tonight. Oh how Weiss hated herself for her own interests on the two sisters. The elderly one however, required medical attention from a friend Weiss knew in the depths of her castle, the library.