Another successful mission. A team of four huntresses sat in a VTOL taking them home, the sounds of its engines whirring softly set two of them into a lulled state that bordered on sleep as exhaustion set in. The chamber smelt of sweat and the ash of Grimm, with a small hint of rose behind it all. Their clothes were wrinkled, their stamina drained, and their tiredness set in.

A specific blonde, however, had decided not to show her weariness.

This specific blonde spoke a bit too loudly given the state of her teammates, but she addressed their leader in this tone regardless. "That was rad! Ruby, you gotta get Ozpin to give us extra credit more often. Getting out of the school and actually killing stuff is way more fun." She smashed her fists together at this statement and gave an appreciative smile.

Having matched her sister`s endurance, Ruby was the only on their team beside her Yang not to be trying to get some rest. Rubbing her neck, she replied. "Heh, well, I wasn`t exactly asking for it. Ozpin just kind of sprang it on us, and I figured it`d be fun."

A pack of Beowolves had terrorized a village just north of the City of Vale, it being a group of at least three dozen residing in the Forever Fall forest. Given its relatively low threat level, when Ozpin had received a report of the local Grimm acting up, he`d figured he might as well give some of his students more real world experience disguised as a generous amount of extra credit.

So, of course, team RWBY had accepted. They`d arrived at their destination, hunted down and destroyed the pack, then began making their way back to school all in just under 18 hours. As they were on the carrier on the way back, Yang spoke of their hard work, noting how far they`d progressed since they`d joined the school.

"We kicked butt! I say we celebrate with a night out on the town." As she declared this, she shot to her feet in overdone passion, raised her arms, and only spoke louder; this, of course, annoyed their two remaining partners. Yang`s enthusiasm seemed a bit forced, and it was clear to Ruby she just wanted an excuse to drink, despite the fact that it`ll easily be midnight by the time they get back.

Blake, however, thought after 18 hours, sleep`s promises were more alluring. She was currently leaning back in one of the Bullhead`s seats, eyes drooped and breathing slowed. "It`s late, Yang. I don`t exactly think it`d be wise to stay out to such a time, even if it is Sunday tomorrow." She yawned as she said this, emphasizing her point.

"Disregarding the time," Weiss chipped in as she looked up to glare at the noise maker, "I`m weary and I reek." As an example, Weiss held her arm up and sniffed, making a face of disgust and turning away. "I wouldn`t be caught dead in public being in this condition."

Yang looked disappointed but huffed and accepted. "Fine." More huffed breaths and crossed arms, she seemed to Ruby quite like a child who`d just been denied their candy.

Ruby figured if Yang really wanted to go out so late, she might as well humour her. Plus she doubted anyone they knew would really be out and about to smell them anyway. "Yang, I wouldn`t exactly be able to go into a bar with you, but what about a nice coffee shop? I know a good one that sells alcohol," she`d said to her sister in a singsong voice. "Just the two of us can go, so Weiss and Blake here can get some rest." Weiss especially looked appreciative at this: an heiress needs her beauty sleep.

Yang`s face lit up. As she wrapped her arms around Ruby in a hug, she said, "Thanks, Ruby! I knew you were the cool one of the team!" Smothering her sister, she only stopped when she heard a faint "I can`t breath."

Once the VTOL landed and Ruby had thanked the pilot, the team made their way to the locker room, Weiss and Blake practically being carried, and stored their weapons away. Ruby`s feet were dragging at first, and she had yearned for nothing more than to go to her room and plop face first onto her bed, but as she continued walking her body was able to shake off its weariness. Both Weiss and Blake crawled into their beds as soon as they reached the dorm room, asleep almost instantly in their disheveled combat attire. Yang and Ruby, their teammates now safely in their beds, made their way to and out the main entrance to the school.

Upon stepping outside, Ruby took a deep breath. The air was cold and fresh, much better than the rank smell of a fight that had encompassed her on the VTOL. As she took the air in, she felt it fill her lungs, forcing out a shiver. It was nearing Christmas, and with it, the weather was shifting and snow was beginning to fall. Looking over what she could see of Beacon`s campus, Ruby really appreciated the aesthetic vibe given off by the shattered moon`s beams reflecting off of the thin layer of snow. Sights like these never failed to put her mind at ease.

Yang bumped Ruby`s shoulder, stirring her out of her thoughts. With both sisters knowing Yang would be drunk off her ass and unable to drive her motorcycle on the way home, they made their way to the bus stop nearest the school campus. It was nearing midnight, but luckily the buses ran all night in the City of Vale.

Only having needed to wait ten minutes or so, a dilapidated omnibus pulled up, the older vernacular used in this case as Ruby really doubted the vehicle was less than three decades old - it was slow and spewed enough fumes to take a chunk of the Ozone out on its own. They paid their fare and took their seats near the back of the bus, no other passengers in sight. Most of the windows were down despite the weather, Ruby feeling the need to pull up her hood to block a bit of the chilled wind once the driver had set them off.

It ferried them across town and made its way in its series of stops until it arrived at an intersection in a more shady, less maintained part of the commercial district in the city`s north-eastern region. They got off, Ruby making sure to thank the driver in a fashion similar to that she`d used with the Bullhead pilot, and she set off in a direction, leading Yang to their destination and making idle chit-chat on their way.

They soon saw a corner shop, a hanging sign printed the name A Coffee Shop. "Not exactly the most creative, huh?" Yang pointed out. Ruby just smiled at her and shrugged. The building was fairly small, it`s roof too flat to make it seem any more impressive, and it almost seemed as if it were forcefully jammed between a couple of other shops she`d never bothered to look into.

After they had walked the rest of the distance to the shop - Yang doing her responsible older-sister-duty of making Ruby look both ways before crossing the street - and they entered and approached the hostess at the entrance. She greeted Ruby with an air of familiarity, and the blush that had formed on Ruby`s cheeks made Yang think she had her own excuses for wanting to come.

"Ruby! Did you come by this late just to see me?" A taller woman, she stood at around 5`10" (172cm), her warm amethyst eyes greeted them with a smile. Despite her height, she still showed obvious signs of youth, as well as having a certain roundness to her face. She wore a waitress` outfit showing a bit of genericism in design, complete with a notepad and pen in one of the front pockets of her blue and white knee-length dress.

Ruby smiled wide as a small amount of blush formed on her cheeks. Yang looked between the two with a knowing smile, noting that Ruby had stood up just a bit straighter. "Are you two-"

"No!" Ruby interrupted, clearing her throat as her face began to further reflect her name. "She`s uh, just a friend." Yang couldn`t help but notice the slight disappointment on the hostess` face, but decided to wait until they were alone.

The hostess nodded slightly and waved her hand at Yang to address her. "So, who`s your friend, Ruby? You usually come here alone." Slightly less warmth in her eyes, an emotion bordering on jealousy taking its place.

Ruby coughed slightly and waved her hand towards the hostess. "Yang, this is Isabelle. Isabelle, Yang here is my older sister."

Yang, while she had fun watching her sister squirm, really wanted to get to the fun. "Yeah, yeah, it`s a pleasure. What kind of drinks do you got? Any whiskey?"

Isabelle looked a bit thrown off, though relieved at the mention of Yang just being Ruby`s sister. Her surprise was quickly hidden with a smile and she waved them to their seats. "We don`t usually expect many customers at this time, so we don`t have as many of our staff running as we would during the day. I`ll be serving you myself."

After they were seated and had showed their server a school ID confirming Yang was above 16, one of them was sucking down much more whiskey than someone her age should, while the other had ordered an entire strawberry shortcake and blushed profusely anytime Isabelle so much as looked at her.

"So how`d you find this place?" Yang`s voice was altered slightly, showing the burn she was feeling from her drink, her eyes showing a bit less focus than normal, though that could be the result of sleep deprivation rather than the alcohol. Ruby mentioned something about a weapon shop being nearby, but Yang suddenly became preoccupied with a crack running through their table.

Like a large majority of buildings on this side of the commercial district, the shop was in disrepair. There were what looked like mustard stains on the windows by the sister`s seats, and for some reason, there was the smell of- wait, no, that was them. Hopefully, their waitress friend wouldn`t notice.

Snow gently drifted down from the sky, and the small pieces of fluff began piling up on the ground. Though her view was tinted from a variety of condiments, Ruby quite liked watching it fall. Her shoulders slumped and her eyes softened, her exhaustion showing and catching up with her.

They made lazy chit-chat about school and other various topics but Yang kept drifting away to her own thoughts as the alcohol began taking its effects. Isabelle came back often to give Yang refills, further making regular conversation difficult, and to compliment the oblivious, blushing Ruby. It was after the waitress threatened to stop bringing more drinks if she didn`t slow down that Yang decided to ask the question Ruby was dreading.

"So, Isabelle, eh?" She looked at Ruby as her eyebrows danced, drawing out a giggle from the younger.

"I don`t like her like that, she`s just nice." Ruby seemed to be having a hard time looking into those lavender eyes of her sister, her blush from earlier had returned and betrayed her feelings.

"Please, you`re the worst liar I know. If I couldn`t recognize when you had a crush, what kind of sister would I be? She obviously likes you too. Just go for it and stop being such a weenie."

Ruby began focusing on her cake more, stuffing her mouth and speaking in mumbles. It took a solid minute of Yang staring at her and for the cake to near running out to get her to give in.

Ruby took a deep breath. "Okay okay, I might like her a bit, but I don`t really think it`s mutual," Ruby said solemnly. "Plus she`s a year older than me and there`s the whole 'Oh, you`re going to Beacon at your age? Guess I`ll have some unrealistic expectations about your maturity only to find out you act your actual age sometimes which gives people mixed reactions from your personality and makes them confused and it tends to turn them off.'" Ruby huffed and leaned on her arm, starting on the last slice of cake. "Plus, I don`t exactly have the most experience in this type of thing."

Yang hadn`t paid attention to most of that. She`d finished the rest of her drink which had apparently sent her over the edge. She was staring at her empty glass, starting to wonder why it ran out. "Just go for it. Never know if you don`t try." Now holding her glass upside down and looking up at it, Yang blinked in surprise a couple seconds after a drop had landed on her nose.

"Uh, sure. You think we should go home? You aren`t exactly seeming that... present." Ruby began pulled out her wallet, as she figured Yang wasn`t in the best position to handle money right now.

Yang didn`t answer her question, and instead began talking about something Ruby had a hard time trying to completely understand - her words not exactly slurring, but seeming to be out of place. "What if the I and the fell drink? I and can`t have the next."

Ruby sighed and got up to go find Isabelle as Yang continued mumbling. Hopefully, in the moments she was gone she wouldn`t turn into the mad type of drunk and kill somebody. That`s what people did drunk, right? Ruby didn`t really know how it worked, her uncle able to handle himself, and Yang usually going to clubs to beat people up and get information instead of drinking. She internally shrugged, and assumed her sister would be fine.


A thin man had watched as two girls entered the restaurant. Even slouching over himself, he stood at about 6`1" (184 cm), a lot of his height coming from his disproportionately long legs, his waist coming up to where most his height would have a stomach. Greasy black hair fell onto his bare shoulders and a sleeveless shirt hung loosely on his skinny frame. Everything about him, from his alcohol stained lips to the knife holster hanging on his belt loop off to his left, screamed danger.

He slipped his knife out of its sheath and gave it a ghost of a kiss, the contact he gave was brief but full of love. Even with the touch being momentary, the chills the blade gave him were far more than the weather could ever do. His love was big, the blade itself measuring in at twelve inches and curved upwards wickedly, the metal a deep black. Despite its size, it was light, and could be tossed around with ease. He`d done this more times than he could count, but the thought of satisfying his knife, whom he`d often refer to as his sweet, always gave him goosebumps.

Gathering what he could from his personal lady luck, he gave another, more forceful kiss to his sweet and returned it to its sheath. He then cleared his face of any bliss he`d just received and walked to the store`s entrance. The original plan had been to wait for the girls to come back out of the coffee shop, but the snow had begun to fall earlier and he really wasn`t dressed appropriately. Upon entering, he heard a "One minute sir, I`ll be right there."

A few moments later, a different girl greeted him. He didn`t like her eyes; they were too soft and he doubted she`d put up a fight. His sweet was aching regardless, but she wasn`t worthy.

While he wasn`t a patient man when it came to standing outside a restaurant, he was when it came to this; only special cases deserved to treat his blade. She eyed his holster for a moment but said nothing. It`s too common for civilians to bring weapons everywhere with them on this side of town for her to complain.

Ignoring his urges telling him to relieve his sweet here and now, he took a seat at the table the soft lady had ushered him to. The waitress seated him fairly close to the other girls so she wouldn`t take too long waiting between the two parties. Though he was close enough to hear the other two speak, he had been seated around a bend to try and preserve privacy, meaning they hadn`t yet and couldn`t see him; he supposed however that it was possible they heard the Soft Lady tell him to wait and would know somebody entered through that, but no matter. They didn`t have his face nor his exact location yet, assuming they`d even have recognized him as a threat at all, so he held an advantage there. This Soft Lady asked questions, something about being out late, and his name, but he didn`t bother answering and just told her to bring him the strongest drink she had.

The waitress came back often, and every time she did she asked if he needed anything, and he replied every time asking for a refill as well as for her to stop talking to him. Soft Lady seemed hurt, but he didn`t care - those eyes didn`t deserve his respect nor concern. The drink, at least, was strong and lit his throat aflame, giving him a good buzz running through his head and warming him from the inside out. It was almost crystal clear, and in no way smelled alcoholic, leading him to make to fairly safe assumption that it was Vodka. He finished downing another drink and turned his ears to the girls, almost visibly cringing at their speak of school and crushes.

He continued to listen to them speak until one got up to go pay; strange, considering he didn`t think it was that type of restaurant, but after he considered their conversation towards the end he figured the hooded girl might just want some alone time with the Soft Lady.

For a moment he did nothing. He had recently gotten a refill, so he doubted Soft Lady would be back too soon. Hopefully, she and Hood were flirting and distracted. Should he wait for Hood to get back and go after both girls at once, or should he settle for just her friend?

The weight of his knife grew, his sweet telling him it was almost time. Taking this for an answer, he stood and walked over to the booth Hood and the blonde had sat at, his knife practically pulsing. She was saying something he couldn`t comprehend, but he nodded his head and smiled. "Good point, I`d never considered that." When people are drunk to this extent, they tended to "comprehend" things they wouldn`t while sober, so, while surprised, she looked at him appreciatively.

"Not Ruby?" Yellow was confused, but she was too drunk to be wary like she probably should be. A malevolent grin was beginning to spread across the man`s face. Blonde will bleed well.

"I`m not Ruby, but I know where she is. She asked me to take you to her." He held out his arm and gave her a plastic smile, his maliciousness unnoticed by her cloudy eyes. She seemed to understand and stood, taking his arm, and continued to speak nonsesnse, his head bouncing up and down to agreed with every word, if you could call them that at this point, that tumbled out of her mouth.

All the while, his knife getting more and more excited.


Ruby was freaking the fuck out. She`d felt this kind of panic before; it was the type of panic that set in during a battle once you`d come to realize you had just begun to lose.

After Isabelle made her blush madly, and Ruby being the wimp she was returning to her seat without a number, she`d found Yang was nowhere to be seen.

"Yang? Did you leave?" She`d called out while looking around her immediate area and, not seeing her sister, went to Isabelle to ask if Yang had been seen leaving.

"She may have left with that other guy who came in earlier. He ended up skipping and not paying for his drinks."

At this, Ruby stood stock still. "What did he look like?"

"Pretty creepy in my opinion. Really tall and looked like a common crook." At seeing Ruby`s fears start to spread across her face, she started to backtrack. "I mean, I doubt he would kill her or anything. Probably just wanted into her pants, you know? She seems like a big girl, she`ll have fun."

This of course only made things worse. In a battle, Ruby would have pushed this panic away and would focus on doing whatever she could to turn the battle around. Instead, she now just pushed the panic to her legs. Ruby started to run, ignoring Isabelle`s cries, and bolted out of the shop. Though the snow had only just started to pile up, there was too much coming down for footprints to be obvious anywhere, the weather much worse than it had been earlier.

Okay, Ruby, calm down. Some creep had a drunk-off-her-ass Yang. Closest hotel, right? She really wished she knew this part of town. She`d only been to this side of the commercial district a couple times to see Isabelle, and to visit few various weapon repair shops to keep Crescent Rose in check.

Oh, right, police. She began walking in some random direction, oblivious to her surroundings, and pulled out her scroll. Ruby began punching in 911, having to try a few times due to her hands shaking too much, but hesitated before hitting the call button. Aren`t there some rules about when you call 911 about verses directly calling the police station? After some consideration, she pressed backspace a few times and sorted through her contacts to find the number to the police department- her father had insisted she have as many emergency numbers as possible upon her moving into Beacon - and hit call.

"City of Vale`s police department, how may I help you?" the gruff, raspy voice sounded weary, making Ruby worry the man on the other side of the line would be willing to give as much help as she needed.

Ruby paused for a second. What did she need to report? A kidnapping, a missing person? Probably the later if she didn`t know for sure he`d taken her. "I was in a shop with my sister and she was really drunk, and I turned my back for a few minutes and she was gone and the waitress said the only other person in the shop was this creep and he left too and I`m not entirely sure if I want to report this as a kidnapping but I`m really scared and I thought I shouldn`t call 911 because I don`t know exactly how serious this is but I need help." Ruby was sure he could hear her heart beating out of her chest at this point, and she had to keep reminding herself to hold the scroll as steady as her hands would allow.

"Missing person`s reports," the man began, using a bored tone that said he`d used this exact phrase many times before, "while they can be filed right away if you`re truly worried, are preferred to be submitted twenty-four hours after the person you`re looking for is gone. If she would have turned up otherwise it would have used up valuable police time." He sighed before adding, "Also it`s late, and I doubt anyone will give it their all to help look for some drunk girl who got lost. Wait until tomorrow morning and see if she calls you needing a ride home from a hotel or something." Then he hung up on her.

Are you kidding me? Ruby wanted to slam her scroll onto the ground and grind it into dust, then find whoever it was that she was just speaking with and strangle them. Is it even legal to hang up like that when someone needed help? She really doubted it. Was he right saying she would waste valuable time? Maybe, but it`s their job to help those in trouble, not just turn away girls scared for their sister.

Alright, alright, calm down. These thoughts are kind of mean. He`s just, kind, doing his job. Isabelle said Yang`s a big girl, right? She can handle herself. Even drunk she`ll destroy anyone messing with her, she just needs some time to realize what`s going on.

With Yang being as hammered as she is, Ruby honestly doubted her sister will be realizing anything anytime soon. Maybe the man over the scroll was right in saying bringing the police into this was too much for right now, but she could look herself. If only she knew where to start.

Ruby considered going back inside the restaurant to ask Isabelle if she knew of any hotels or motels nearby- cheaper ones being where she assumed she would most likely find her sister, but after the hostess tried to just brush off the issue, Ruby doubted she`d be taken seriously. That plus she`d walked a way while talking to the policeman, and she wasn`t so sure she knew which direction the coffee shop was. She could bring up a map on her scroll, but after being on their mission for as long as they had been, they`d had no time nor place of convenience where charging a scroll would have been possible, so Ruby`s only mode of communication was dangerously close to dying.

Instead, she continued in her random directions. Ruby`s experience in Vale led her to be used to and expectant of architecture that towered far over her, but in this rundown section of the city the buildings were scarce over one story, and Ruby felt off in the environment. The snow was falling heavier and the wind was picking up, leading to her pulling up her hood to shield her from as much as possible.

She continued walking along for who knows how long, not really sure what she was looking for, until she read out a sign that read The Goblin`s Nest. A motel? Score. It had only drawn Ruby`s attention due to it`s living quarters being two stories, making it the largest structure in the area.

She entered the building closest to the main parking lot, assuming it would be the reception, and walked in. A man sat in a chair behind the receptionist desk, and a friendly smile along with a horrific face of scars greeted her, not that she`d stare; Ruby found herself prefering the greeting of the walls, as they shielded her from what was becoming quite the storm outside.

"Hello there, welcome to The Goblin`s Nest. What`s a young lady like yourself doing here at a time like this?" At second glance, his smile seemed like less of one you`d use to make a friend and more of one you use to make money. It didn`t reach his eyes, and instead all she saw there was a dull brown shade filled with greed.

Ruby rubbed some feeling back into her hands and beat some of the snow off of her clothes, grateful for the heated room. "Yeah, haven`t really had the time to go home yet. Have you seen my sister? Blonde, probably drunk off her butt, and with some creep? Couple years older than me?"

His eyes lit up, and with it, his smile widened. "Why, I`m not quite sure. My memory seems to be slipping away along with my youth. I don`t suppose you could jog my memory with a picture or something else?" He gave slight emphasis at the mentioning of something else, and Ruby sighed, pulling out her wallet.

She knew, of course, that he meant money. Looking into her wallet which was all but cleared out by Isabelle, she pulled out a twenty-Lien card from a side pocket she hadn`t touched in the longest time, reserved for emergencies, and Ruby figured this was as good a time as any to use it. "I don`t exactly have much more where this came from, so please just tell me if you know anything." Ruby hoped her saying please would help; politeness can take you a long way. Her desperation was beginning to show in her voice, and her hand shook as she handed the Lien over.

She was slightly worried when his face fell into a grimace, but he took the Lien anyway, his expression shifting to one of pity. "They`re in room 106, now scram." His eyes left her as he leaned back in the chair, looking as if he was about to take a nap.

She gave him a thank you along with an only slightly forced smile. Ruby steeled herself, knowing the snow was only falling faster and faster, and made her way out of the reception hall and towards the main building. The weather greeting her being much stronger than it had been earlier, and she began having to march much more forcefully through the piling slush to get to her destination. Room 106, unsurprisingly, was on the first of the two floors and was a relatively short distance away from the reception.

Room 106 was the only one she could see with the light still on, though a lot of it was blocked by shabby blinds. This along with what was practically a blizzard by this point made Ruby surprised she could see any light escaping in the first place. All her anxiety folded over on itself and increased exponentially, and she was worried about what she`d see. She peeked into the window slowly, not wanting to attract any attention in case Yang really is in trouble, and looking through a slit between a couple of slightly bent blinds, she was just barely able to make out the dim outline of her sister.

Yang sat just behind a light source, what Ruby assumed to be a lamp, and with the blonde facing the window, it was hard to distinguish features; she didn`t, however, seem particularly like she was in trouble, and instead her sister just kept talking about whatever it is she likes to talk about when she`s drunk. Looking past her and around the rest of the room, she saw that it was scarcely furnished and incredibly dull for a living area. Ruby doubted anyone would come here unless they were truly had nowhere else to go. Silver eyes widened as a much less dull man approached Yang from behind.

Ruby noticed knife holster on his belt, and her fear only increased drastically when she saw him reach to his side and begin to unsheath it. Adrenaline and panic drove her, rose petals appearing at her previous spot by the window, and she twisted the doorknob desperately, finding it locked. She then rushed to the window to try and pry it open. Also locked. Slow, slow, I`m too slow.

Though the current situation wouldn`t benefit much by her moving faster, as needed to think faster, this hadn`t occured to Ruby and she didn`t know what else to do. The more she pushed her semblance, the slower time - and through some paradox, herself - seemed to move, making her just push herself to move faster. Ruby`s Aura was reacting in turn with her emotions, and it seemed to bubble in her body. She pushed as much as she had downward, her legs feeling as if they were on fire from the amount of raw energy in them, but she ignored this and continued pushing herself. At every footstep she took, the sound hesitated and the air fled, making the already biting wind pick up even more, a wild breeze picking the ever growing mass of rose petals and twirling them as if in a tornado. Faster, faster. Yang is going to die. You need to move faster.

The door was locked, the windows wouldn`t open. In what seemed like forever, Ruby came to a decision. She ran back a few feet, turned, and charged the window, all the while urging each step to be faster than the last.


It`d happened so fast.

He finally had Blonde alone and oblivious. He had just been in the bathroom sharpening his knife and showering it with kisses, his sweet being so excited he could practically feel it shake. It was ready, which meant so was he.

He`d put his knife into its sheath knowing how it loved its theatrics and would prefer to be taken out right before the kill. Walking out of the bathroom, he came up from behind Blonde, who had continued to mutter to herself throughout the night. Fine by him, just means she won`t notice. He knew she`d easily be able to snap his neck if she knew what he was planning on doing, but that risk had just made this game that much more exciting.

By the looks of her, she might be a huntress, or at least a huntress-in-training. No weapons he can see, but she has the look, and while her gait was sloppy as she stumbled drunkenly, she had still moved with confidence. This can sometimes be a problem when it comes to Aura doing its annoying protection bullshit, but drunk and unsuspecting means it won`t have the time to activate before his knife pierces her. The only way this could be easier is if he waited for her to fall asleep, but his sweet had decided now was the time, and he was more than willing to oblige.

He smiled, reaching for his sweet, and bit back a moan threatening to surface - his sweet had hammered it into his head: save it until after the deed is done.

But he never got to truly enjoy himself. As soon as he`d begun pulling out his knife, there was the sound of the doorknob being fiddled with, and nearly simultaneously the window creaked as if someone was trying to open it, his eyes not even having the time to look between the two.

Then, barely a measurable amount of time after, the window shattered, bringing a storm of rose petals so thick, the number being so high, that the room was soon shrouded in the red darkness. If he had lived, he for certain would have had this storm in his nightmares.

While this hurricane seemed to ignore Blonde, it hit him full force. He slammed against the back wall and the impact forced his sweet from his grasp. He didn`t know what was going on, but this last thought of his weapon leaving him almost brought him to tears.

That is until he felt it being plunged into his chest. And again. Over and over his sweet met him, crying its red tears of sweet relief, lost in the storm of petals, and he met these tears with his own. His sweet`s will was his own, so while he cried alongside it, he smiled.

He expected his vision to become black, but it stayed this horrid shade of red, these petals seeming to bury him further and further down until they were the ones biting into him instead of his sweet, digging into his flesh and mixing with his blood, puncturing him from every angle and turning his tears into their own shade of red.


A/N: Any and all reviews are welcome. I`m incredibly out of practice in my writing and I`m very unused to writing in any style appropriate for this site. Thank you for reading.