Disclaimers: I do not own Weiss Kreuz. But if I did there would be a little more drama to the angst! Please note that this is my second Weiss Kreuz fic. My first is Bleeding Angel.

Crimson Tears: This story was originally posed in 2002. I took it down for a while because of the new NC-17 rules posted by I was also 14-15 when I wrote this, so it is not as good as some of my other works. I have edited out all of the explicit content, but be advised that this fic is not for the faint of heart and implies very malicious and violent themes. That said this fic as a rating of M.

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WARNING: VERY MATURE THEMES! No explicit content, but it is implied. Rated M for violence and heavy sexual themes.

Kitten Omi's POV

The alley is dark. I'm frightened. Even the slightest sound makes my insides turn. I hug myself trying to keep warm. But somehow it's my insides that are cold. It's not that my fingers are numb and that my teeth are chattering. No. It's something far more. I really don't know. I just can't go back to the flower shop. I can't. I've been violated and I can't return. I don't know whom to trust.

I choke back a sob fearing that he might hear me and come after me. I don't ever want to see him again! I don't want to look into those eyes. The eye's that I trusted as a friend. The eye's I trusted not to hurt me. They were the same eyes that pierced my soul rendering me helpless to the pain he planed to inflect.

'Kitten.' Damn that purr! It continues to ring in my head. Even now that I have fled. I won't return. I'd rather die first. I won't go back! I won't!

Tears slip down my cheeks and I wipe them away quickly. I don't want to cry. No, I want to cry. I want someone to hold me while I sob. I want gentle hands to wrap around my body and make me warm. I want my stomach to stop churning. I want to stop shivering. I want to slip into an abyss and disappear where I know he will not find me! I don't want to see him ever again.

Had I known what he wanted I would have grabbed my crossbow and shot him dead. I would have killed him with out hesitation. Right between the ribs. I would have shot the dart into the depths of his ice cold, black heart!

A trashcan lid clatters to the ground and it startles me! I dodge behind a large box. I'm wedged between the wall and the rain drain. Please! Oh please don't let him find me. I peek out from my save haven hopping that it's not him. A small orange striped tabby cat slithered down the alley. I sigh. At least it was only a cat.

I shake with fright as I climb out from my safety. I don't want to leave. I felt safe back behind the box but I can't hide their forever. He could find me! I don't want him to find me. I don't want him to ever touch me or look at me. I want to be left alone!

"Omi! Omi where are you?"

I know that voice. I want to run to him and tell him what he did. I can't run to the one who will protect me, because he's there. I know he's with him. I run down the alley. My shoes make a clicking sound and it rings three times louder in my ears. Maybe it's because I'm trying to escape.

There is a loud crash behind me and I look over my shoulder not watching as I turn the corner. I'm far more concerned with the sound behind me. I run into something soft.

"Hump!" it cries as I fly backward.

My body smacks the cold wet cement. Two hands come down on my shoulders. Startled I look up. I fear that it's him but to my relief it's not.

"Omi? Hey what's wrong?" Came the soft voice.

I choke on tears as I try to speak. It's no use. He helps me to stand. I feel dirty and ashamed. Why? Why did he choose me? What did I do to deserve this? Nothing I remind myself. I did nothing wrong. He's just a sick bastard who can't get laid. So he chose me.

"Omi you're soaked. Come on let's go back to the flower shop. You need dry clothes."

I shake my head. I can't go back there. He'll find me. I'm not safe there. That bastard is waiting for me.

"Omi you're going to get sick. Now come on."

His voice is gentle and I know I can trust him. But.

"Omi?" His eyes search me. I know he knows. Or maybe it's my imagination. "Omi, did something happen to you?"

I want to tell him. But he'll be ashamed. I'm a Weiss I shouldn't let others take advantage of me. I'm supposed to be strong. I'm supposed to put the evil in its place, and I couldn't do that. His arm wraps around me and he spins me in the direction of the flower shop. I find myself moving almost automatically in the direction of the flower shop. Maybe it's because I feel safe with him next to me. I know he won't let him get me. At least while he's around.

As we approach I notice that the lights are all still off. They are still looking for me. The other one who will protect me, and him.

I'm lead into the flower shop and down the spiral stairs to the basement where we receive our missions. He leaves me in the living room while he fetches a towel. I stand there shivering. I don't want to move anywhere.

"Omi." His hand touches my shoulder and I jump. "Hey calm down." He wraps the towel around my shoulders. "What happened to you?"

The door upstairs opens and I hear his footsteps, followed by another's footsteps. They are both here.

"Omi?" my protector asks.

I don't realize it but I have begun to shake.

"Omi?"

A raspy sound escapes my throat. "Please don't tell them you found me! P- please!"

He nods. "Okay." Then makes his way up the stairs. Before he opens the door he looks down at me and I know I can trust him. He goes threw the door and doesn't watch to see in which direction I will flee.

"Did you find Omi?" I hear the other say.

"No." says my protector.

"Damn!" he grumbles.

Then the door closes and I'm left in the dark except for the dim glow of a lamp. I turn and run to my bedroom. Once inside I close the door and slump to a heap on the floor.

I didn't want to come back. I don't want to be here. I cry silently. But not for long. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Frightened I dart under my bed. I just barely can squeeze under. But I feel safe under here.

My bedroom door opens and I see his shoes. "Oh kitten, come out come out where ever you are!"

A/N: Omi can only trust two people in this fic. Any ideas on who the bad guy is?