A/N: Changed the rating from T to M for planned future violence and/or sexual situations. :3
With his back to the ground, Roman wheezed painfully as he stared up at the sticky black mass of the night sky. His trademark bowler hat lay beside his foot (which one? He wondered) burnt to a dark crisp. His jacket was in shreds, no longer white as his blood slowly stained the previously pristine material.
He swallowed roughly, "Why you–" his words were cut off when he let out a grunt of pain as the wooden stake sank deeper into his thigh. Roman imagined it emerging from the other side and shuddered. Ruby's silver eyes twinkled with amusement, her lips quirked slightly as she applied more pressure onto the stake, relishing when he let out a pained yelp. "Honestly." She said. "I want to thank you for making my night, Torchwick. It's not every day that someone in this day and age tries to stab me in the chest with such a barbaric object." The sentence was punctuated by a small chuckle.
She twirled the second wooden stake in her hands, the very first one he had tried to stab her from behind with, eyeing it with morbid curiosity. The craftsman ship was impeccable; she observed and ran her fingers over the grainy surface. She could also smell holy water emanating from it…what paranoia, Ruby thought to herself. Whoever made this was either extremely thorough or just one of those silly nutjobs who thought throwing a stalk of garlic at her would harm her in some way.
'Humans…' She rolled her eyes. 'Time has done nothing but weaken them.'
Ruby threw a glance towards Cinder, who was watching the entire scene impassively. Unfortunately, the vampire could detect a hint of fear behind those burning ember eyes. She had to commend the woman on having such control. A normal person would have turned tail and ran at this point. "Well?" She called out playfully, easing the pressure off the stake. Roman let himself have a second of reprieve, the perpetual burning in his leg ebbing away. "What is your answer, Miss Fall? Do you need another…demonstration?"
Faster than an eye could blink, Ruby pierced Roman's palm with the pointed edge of the stake, effectively pining him to the ground. A shriek of pain and shock filled the air, and she laughed merrily, swaying her fingers to the sound of his cries.
The remaining white fang members shivered and took a step back. Some had even gone as far as to clamp their sweaty hands over their necks, shooting fearful looks at the monster before them.
Cinder forced down the stutter which threatened to break the smooth flow of her words, and kept her eyes leveled to the vam– girl's face as she spoke. "Unnecessary. You have proved your point well enough." She said and tilted her head to the side, black curls pooling at her shoulder, "If you kill him, my plans will be ruined so please refrain from causing any more crippling wounds." She finished dryly. Roman shot her a desperate look as he began losing all feeling in the lower half of his body, the soil underneath an ugly mesh of red and brown.
"Fair enough." Ruby said before leaning down and ripping the stakes right out of his wounds. Neo winced when she saw her 'partner' gasp for air after another round of screaming, but there was no denying that undercurrent of fascination and sudden wetness between her legs as she watched the sultry predator lick the droplets of blood from the sharp end of the stake, smirking at her after she did so. The tri-coloured woman quickly turned away, her senses practically screaming 'danger!' when she spotted the fangs gleaming under the faint moonlight.
Cinder nodded and turned to address her subordinates. "The battle is over. Ironwood is dead. The military will be arriving in a few minutes, so get ready to move back to our base of operations. And at the request of our…guest, all survivors are to be brought back with us."
'Even the robot?' Neo signed. 'Or what's left of her anyway.'
"Obviously." Cinder replied as she watched the White Fang bullhead approaching from a distance. "But leave Ironwood as he is. It'll prove a pleasant surprise for the Atlus military to clean up what's left of their failure."
Several sniggers broke the silence.
And then the moment of camaraderie was broken, the white fang members splitting up and efficiently carrying out their orders. To her amusement, Ruby noticed that everyone had given her a wide berth and were 'casually' throwing fearful looks over their shoulders and having a tight grip on their respective weapons. Ignoring the small fry, her gaze drifted over to Cinder and she grinned. Appreciation of the female form had always been one of her more pleasurable past times and Ruby would had have to be blind to ignore the sensual way the flaming empress's hips swung as she made her way towards the now landing aerial vehicle.
Turning her attention away from the leader, her eyes landed on the much shorter woman. 'Neo.' Ruby recalled Cinder addressing the smaller girl, 'How fitting. An illusionist with a very specific…tastes. Now, this is going to be fun.'
The walking bloodbags began shuffling into the open back of the bullhorn. She watched as the Faunus members kicked the remaining survivors into the cargo area, some of them laughing while they shoved them into a largish cage with bars, and locking the door.
It was almost pathetic to see the Fauni hurling abuse at the prisoners, Ruby observed with disdain and a shake of her head, having their spirits lifted at such an awful display of make believe and possible revenge of having being treated like such before their time in the white fang.
"Really…to see how far humanity has come."
A pregnant pause.
She felt her insides bubble with laughter.
"It just makes my goal all the more easier to accomplish."
