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She wasn't supposed to be doing this.

"Naked pictures
on my telephone.
All my secrets that you weren't supposed to know."

Her father would certainly kill her if he ever saw what she was doing now.

"I sleep just fine
Every single night.
'Cause I gotta film tape that you will never find."

You could say that it was love at first sight for an elementary student. Mother and Father had her taking piano lessons since she was five. The little girl with enchanting hair as white as snow adored it. Music would since then turn out to be her ultimate escape for everything bad happening in the world.

The ever-present arguments that surrounded the Schnee family suddenly turned to fights that started just after her new found enjoyment. The mini battles always ended with Mother telling them 'Everything was fine,' or 'It's okay, daddy just had a hard day at work.' The Schnee sisters weren't stupid. They knew a little brother was supposed to be on the way, but a three-day trip to the hospital and a curiously flat belly said otherwise the next time she defended the man. Doctors said it was a miscarry, the sisters called it murder.

So began the search for something...safer. An escape from the chaos that was a six-year old's life.

She found it one particular night.

A talent show was held that she'd been signed up for by her teacher. Of course she wasn't ready to play, much less sing, but as soon as her feet lead her to the center of the stage, she wasn't afraid anymore. Time stopped, a tunnel formed in her vision and she could see herself in a concert hall. The burn form the bright lights, the thousands of faces hidden behind them; all waiting for her to bare her soul. The building anticipation was palpable, the adrenaline of taking her place center-stage, having to settle her nerves a million times over, and then taking the leap. Opening her mouth, pouring out her entire being. Peace.

Incredible victory ending with applause.

The dream also ended and she lost to a damned magic show, but one thing was alarmingly clear that night:

Weiss Schnee was born for this.

"Everybody wants to know
what I got going on down below
Everybody wants to see,
But they'll never get all of me."

It was years later. Weiss was fourteen. Winter was eighteen. Gone; escaped into the military with a different last name, vowing never to come back. She then married a General and he was good to her. That was that.

Weiss wasn't even invited to the wedding. Nor did she even know where her dear sister was.

But that wasn't all. Mother was gone too. Dead. An article in the tabloids stated it was ' of natural causes,' but Weiss knew. She was the one that found the empty bottle of pills next to a lifeless body in the master bedroom. The pathetic note left to the sisters with an immense apology for not being as strong as she could have been. Told them to follow their dreams,. The sky was the limit, but not to listen to the heart too closely, for it was their mother's own poor heart that lead her to their father. In turn that lead her to her death.

She was selfish. Weiss knew life wasn't a fairy tale. Knew from the first time Mother's face was marred with bruises, but was that right? Taking the easy way out and leaving the children to fend for themselves? Not even mentioning that they were any sort of gift, or that they were worth more than a grave? Confusion and slight envy would comfort the teen for a few more months until she met someone who would inevitably help the lost girl.

"Na na nananana
I get what I want and I'm gonna get mine.
Na na nananana
I get what I want and I'm gonna get mine."

To her right, always her right, was the only person Weiss would ever consider a friend. The only one she could truly trust. Over the years, countless others had done her wrong, let her down, used her, taken her heart out and ground it into putty, outright left, but not her lead guitarist. Not the girl with black, silky tresses and sharp, golden eyes.

Not Blake.

It was the two of them from the very beginning. Starting way before they even set foot into high school at fifteen. No, it began on a rainy night. Weiss had been avoiding going home by any means necessary and had come across a scuffle in an alleyway. Had it not been for the sound of a feminine voice, the white-haired girl would have gone on with her business. Only that wasn't the case. Golden, frightened eyes made themselves known in a flash of lightening and that was all it took for Weiss to cast all thoughts of apprehension, fear, and logic away. She would come to the rescue and together they would rise up like feral animals and end up putting the disgusting molester in the hospital.

Fear, rage, frustration, all negatively loud feelings taken out and shattered to the soaked pavement, leaving the girls alone for a moment. Both were on the streets that night for painful reasons and for the sweetest whisper of a moment, they were free from it all. Together. Through tears, blood, bruises and hysteric laughs once all was done, an unbreakable bond was formed between the two.

From then on, it was just the black and white duo sneaking out after curfew and into certain clubs to see the bands they knew they were destined to be better than. Weiss already played the piano and could already sing. Blake wanted to learn. She would, for she was a natural. Quick to learn with a brilliant mind that was sharp as a tack. In almost no time at all, they were on their way. No matter what anyone said, they knew what they wanted to do and they sure as hell weren't going to be deterred.

All it took was a simple recognition to let them in the door. No one was ever dumb enough to turn the newly named Heiress of Schnee Industries away.

The club-hopping and terrible band-watching continued until a beat up acoustic guitar was found in the gutter by Blake. (Rich as she was, Weiss never had any access to money.) So they made due for the next few days.

With only five strings and a suddenly timid voice to match the muted rhythm, the very start of the band they wanted, began.

Things went from shabby, to worse, to on the rocks, and then to pathetically mediocre for the first year as an amateur band. True colors were forced into the light. One was very controlling and the other sassy enough to be an annoyance. The two constantly fought, they kissed, they yelled, they made up, laughed about it all. They just became even more inseparable. Polar opposites with killer musical chemistry. Where one was, the other wasn't that far behind.

"Imma get mine, Imma get mine,
Imma get,
Imma get mine, Imma get mine."

More time went on and they became a whole lot better. Unfortunately, with their little successes came more problems. Grades slipped, classes weren't always attended because of chances to show off their skills, and all of that made for an angry Father who was infamous for dealing in extremes.

Mrs. Schnee's grave ought to have been enough to any fool with a lick of sense.

Regardless, the golden-eyed girl was there the night Weiss achieved the wound that would mar the left side of her best friend's beautiful face for the rest of her life. The gruesome fight was unlike anything Blake had ever seen and it took all her willpower to not rush in to stop him. Hell, she would have gladly thrown herself in front of the attack, but Weiss forced her to stay out of it. There was no way Weiss was going to let her father anywhere near her black-haired friend or her family. So Weiss took it.

Blake had seen first hand what an atrocious man Schnee Industries was run by and what he did to anything that was an anomaly to his Empire. Regardless if they shared genes or not. Suddenly, everything about their hushed life made so much sense, it was sickening. They had to leave.

Their salvation came in a wailing truck with flashing red and blue lights. The words: AMBULANCE spelt backwards completed the look of safety. Only the men who asked absolutely no questions about what happened were unnerving enough to question Blake's faith in humanity. Seeing as they just did what the man told them to do.

Good thing was that they were finally out of there.

Strangely enough, Weiss didn't mind her friend seeing her in the messed up state she was in immediately after while under the protection of the hospital. (Another tabloid quickly claiming the Heiress was involved in a car accident was put in place to avoid further questions of why said girl was hospitalized.) She'd grown so weary of how crappy her supposedly 'perfect' little life was going, according to strangers. They all claimed Mr. Schnee to be father of the year while Weiss was screaming bloody murder on the inside.

She was done bending to his will and decided to prove it. Thus her being in the hospital, beaten to a pulp.

Having the 'Heiress' title meant nothing to her anymore. It never did.

Yes, the cut and other bruises hurt like hell and she spent a couple days recovering from her father's ironfisted reign, but she didn't regret anything. Not the fact that she'd chosen to form a band over a promised future of tediousness desk work or continuing the legacy. That she was into the same gender and would not marry some spoiled brat to form bonds with equally corrupted business partners. That she was utterly disowned and shamed by her father, left to her own devices without a penny to her name. Nothing.

Not. A. Damn. Thing.

"Uninvited
To my fantasy.
So get the fuck out, of my legacy.
I'm pleading guilty
My fate's been set.
And if I had to do it all over,
I'd do it, do it, do it, do it again."

Weiss and Blake went on with the show once Weiss made a full recovery, getting enough money from one of their gigs to fix the black-haired girl's guitar. From there they only fell into Trouble, who's alias went by the name of Adam Torres. A lone reject like the duo, who was incredibly charismatic with anyone in speaking distance and was a complete master on the drums. A nice addition. Just the spark they needed to begin again.

He was the one that decided they should be called The Fang at first. A simple, easy name to remember. Where he actually got the name was anyone's guess seeing as he never talked about it. Anyway, it was him that charmed his way into the bar manager's office for a spot on open mic night. It was all because of him that Weiss and her best friend were able to see the limelight once more. Sooner than expected, but neither one could care less.

He stole the golden-eyed girl's heart with an electric guitar he'd lifted from a music store called: Dissonance.

But the rest was left to the girl with the fresh scar when Adam stopped leading everything and chased after the lead guitarist. It was the place Weiss liked to be.

Blake could handle herself around a measly boy and if not, Weiss was happy to lend a hand. Though a vicious scolding would take place between the two should she ever have to.

"Na na nananana
I get what I want and I'm gonna get mine
Na na nananana
Yea, yeah, I'm doin just fine!"

Weiss Schnee had her band.

The Heiress was dead. She'd been killed that night so many months ago, but Weiss wouldn't forget where she came from. Her mom may have escaped, little brother saved from such a cruel family, and Winter...doing whatever she was doing now, but Weiss wouldn't run. She would rise, she would take a stand and she would make a name for herself. A better one than her Father ever could.

With that in mind, Weiss held open auditions for a few other much needed members to add to The Fang. Adam let them use his garage, taking it like a champ when his dead-beat father tried tearing him a new one every time the loudness cut into his TV time.

They managed to find a rather feisty bassist named Ilia that was straight-up amazing with her fingers and would spent hours on end practicing with the duo until Adam was forced to kick them all out. Somewhere between squabbles over electric bills, food, and another talented keyboardist with the nickname Neon, The Fang morphed into The White Fang.

Weiss figured she'd earned her own input after having to scramble around to bail her band mates out after joyriding in someone else's car like the idiots they could be sometimes. It was her band now. And Adam said nothing about it. He was too busy looking at Ilia with some intense jealousy because she was getting a little too cozy with the golden-eyed girl.

Imma get mine, Imma get mine,
Imma get
Imma get mine, Imma get mine,
(2x)

Seeing the idiotic love-triangle forming within the band that had taken another good year and a half to create, Weiss grew sick of it. Love. They could have it.

She was through with the games people played just to make a good first impression. When she was home, going through high school, she'd been susceptible to the advances of one douchebag after another and had gotten good at reading people. Sure, she could pinpoint a pathological liar out of a crowd of thirty or more, a cheater out with someone else, the guilt of a runaway, but she was alternately immune to her own emotions and feelings.

This made it hard to really connect with anyone else other than the lead guitarist as the years went on. They had gone through their pre-teen and teen years together, only really getting a roof over their heads again after they met Adam. Up till then, the black and white pair had been barely managing to rent an extra room above a local bookstore Blake was a frequent at. It was the only place she refused to steal from. The day they found a different roof over their head was the same year they turned twenty.

Good ol' Adam. He was okay, just a little egotistical sometimes and stupidly jealous of anyone who so much as took a second look at his not-girlfriend. Ugh. Weiss had warned Blake tons of times, but she'd been adamant about keeping him at a distance. It wouldn't work out. There was no way it could at this point.

Either way, Weiss had her own things to worry about. She'd taken little to the rest of the band, only talking to them when she needed to. (Which was a lot if they wanted the show to go smoothly.) But other than that, she absolutely lived for the stage.

In fact, Weiss Schnee did have a crush.

It was the lush lights that gave her heart an extra kick. A wider, even rarer smile when everything was done right. A rush she found herself needing every single time they were up there. And that extra special feeling was discovered since before she knew what she was born to do. It brought her to the talent show and the smile that would break out would steal anyone's heart. This was what she loved.

She didn't need anyone else but her best friend, their band (which she put up with for the sake of her potential career,) and those beautiful lights that bathed her in adoration.

{Guitar Solo}

So she thought.

"And everybody wants to know
what I got going on down below
Everybody wants to see
But they'll never get all of me."

She had no idea she'd be seeing her again in a million years.

It had been a few months ago that Weiss had ever laid eyes on any one at any of their gigs. Eye-contact with anyone out there was just something she never did. Especially up where she loved to be the most. But something had made her look. Perhaps it was the woman next to her who's mass of golden hair was glowing under the lights, or the one bouncing around childishly on the other side, but whatever the reason, Weiss's eyes were kissed by someone else's. Without her permission, nonetheless.

What had been particularly unnerving to the white-haired girl was that it had happened twice in one night.

"Na na nananana
I get what I want and I'm gonna get mine
Na na nananana
I get what I want and I'm gonna get mine."
(2x)

And it was currently happening again. Glacier blue eyes met a darker, unknown colored, pair thanks to the lighting of the room, but the connection was clear. Uncanny. It made a certain chill race down her spine to know someone was looking at her. As was everyone else, but this someone was the only one she took note of. Strange.

"Na na nananana
I get what I want and I'm gonna get mine
Na na nananana
I get what I want and I'm gonna get mine."
(2x)

The girl she'd seen all that time ago was right in the front, yelling and jumping just as idiotically as everyone else, yet her eyes strayed neither left nor right. They stayed right where they... belonged. Weiss, high off adrenaline and now riding the pleasure-waves of another job well done, was suddenly loving the attention.

I should meet this girl.


A/N: Well there's the next chapter.

(Thinking about doing more...but that's up to you guys. Yay? Nay? Don't care? (it has to be more than three or more "Go For It!" reviews, just to be clear.) Otherwise, yeah...hope you liked it!)

Weiss is my absolute favorite character in RWBY so I really hope I didn't mess her up too much. Let me know and thank you for taking the time to read this.

Song Inspiration: Gonna Get Mine. by: Halestorm.

~Jane