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For all those reading, all RWBY fics were thought of and created BEFORE the beginning of Volume 2 unless stated otherwise and likewise have nothing to do with Volume 2 unless stated otherwise. All fics created after Volume 2 released AND based off Volume 2 have nothing to do with the rest of Volume 2 unless otherwise stated.
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Weiss paced her bedroom as she wondered where her servant was. She knew that the girl couldn't get the collar off herself. Years of watching servant after servant try had shown Weiss that only the person who owned the servant could remove the collar.
After the display yesterday concerning the girl's wrists, Weiss wondered briefly if she had tried taking the collar off again and had done too much damage to her wrists to be healed. Shaking that thought from her head, Weiss berated herself for it.
She's an orphan off the streets. I shouldn't care what happens to her or if she was idiotic enough to attempt removing the collar again. It's none of my business what she does so long as it poses no threat to me or my family. She could run away again for all I cared. Of course, she can't because the collar wouldn't permit it, but still.
I just want to know where she is. Not everyone in this house is like I am and several of the male Faunus are somewhat deprived. If they find her before I do...
Wait... Stopping in her tracks, Weiss thought about it a moment. If I want her with me and she's not with me, would the collar do something to her? Best to check just in case. With that thought, Weiss began making her way out of the room and through the house, searching for the girl in her servitude.
In the library, Blake suddenly felt the collar begin burning into her neck. She shrieked out and dropped the novel she had been reading, hands grasping at the restrictive instrument. Standing, she tugged at the collar as she made her way out into the halls. Falling to her knees, she began crawling in the direction of Weiss' bedroom. She only made it a few paces before the collar began constricting her.
Giving off a slight shout, Blake clutched at the collar desperately, feeling it tighten around her neck in response to her efforts to get it to loosen. Black spots began appearing in the corners of the brunette's vision and she fell back, her tugging weakening with lack of oxygen.
Weiss moved through the hallways, looking for her new servant worriedly and wondering if she had actually managed to get the collar off. If she had, then she could give the servants the key to unlocking the collar and then the company would go out of business. The white-haired girl shuddered at her father's possible reaction to something like that happening and continued on.
Further down the hall, she spotted a figure shrouded in black lying on the ground and felt a rush of relief at spotting the girl she had been assigned. Moving closer, she noticed the collar was a slight reddish tinge and knew that the girl must have been disobeying some order or another.
As Weiss grew closer, the collar began loosening around Blake's neck, no longer constricting her. This caused the brunette to gasp and allowed her throat an intake of air.
"There you are!" Weiss moved to the brunette and helped her to her feet. Blake gasped for air, glaring at the heiress for a moment while she regained her breath.
"What was that?" the brunette demanded when she was finally able to speak.
"I wanted to find you." Weiss shrugged. "I suppose the collar noted that you weren't with me and tried urging you in the right direction.
"Well, newsflash, Princess, I can't make my way to you, if I don't know that you want me to come to you." Blake huffed, rubbing her neck.
Weiss rolled her eyes and turned to begin down the hall. "My name is Weiss." she snapped, figuring the girl was following her after what had happened with the collar.
"Blake." the brunette grunted, still massaging her neck to soothe it.
Weiss and Blake continued their way down the hall, Weiss explaining to Blake why she couldn't go wandering around alone. "Despite the fact that my father would never touch you since he has reserved you for me and me alone, other males within the building, even the other male Faunus, won't know you're mine and will attempt to take advantage of you."
"I can take care of myself." Blake huffed, trailing after the heiress, surveying their surroundings and committing them to memory for later use. "I would be able to handle myself even better if I got my weapon back."
"Like any of us would be stupid enough to give you a weapon?" Weiss snorted. "You'll kill us all in our sleep if we do that. You probably won't even wait that long."
"I wouldn't kill you." Blake murmured quietly. "Just your father."
"What is your problem?" the heiress demanded, rounding on her servant. "What has my father done to you?"
"You mean aside from putting this stupid thing around my neck?" the brunette snarled.
"Yes!" Weiss shouted. "If you think about it, he gave you mercy! You could be dead right now."
"Are you truly telling me you would wish someone eternal servitude in the slavery of the people they despise the most than death?" Blake countered. "What if this had happened to you at the hands of the White Fang? Then you would see them as the monsters."
"Those Faunus are the monsters." Weiss huffed. Blake attempted to speak up, but the collar's effect took hold and made her bite her tongue to keep from crying out. The girls continued down the hall, Weiss pointing out certain doors that Blake was to stay away from due to one use or another.
"Why have so many rooms if most of them are going to just gather dust and go unused anyway?" Blake sighed, glaring holes into the floor.
"It makes the house look bigger." Weiss replied mechanically, making Blake look up in confusion. The heiress' face gave nothing away, but before Blake could ask about it, something interrupted them. A boy, tall with visible muscles and auburn hair, strode down the hall toward them, a relaxed and somewhat cruel smile adorned his lips as he surveyed his surroundings before his eyes landed on Weiss.
"Oh great." the heiress sighed. "Cardin's here again." Blake instantly melted into the shadows, not liking how that sounded. She wasn't a moment too soon because Cardin strolled over at that moment.
"Well hello there, Princess." Cardin grinned, shooting Weiss a wink.
"What do you want, Winchester?" Weiss demanded, crossing her arms across her chest as Blake watched the interaction in confusion.
"Who said I had to want something?" the auburn boy chuckled. "My dad was just visiting yours on some business venture or another. I still have to thank your dad for sending me my birthday gift too. She's quite compliant."
Weiss raised an eyebrow in confusion. "She?" she inquired.
"Yeah." Cardin turned slightly and called, "Here, Bunny. Get over here."
Blake's ears stood at attention when she spotted a young Faunus, probably around their age, creep forward. The girl was a rabbit Faunus with long ears that had fur matching her waist-length brown hair.
"My father gave you her for your birthday?" Weiss gasped, eyes widening. She remembered the girl. Her name was Velvet and she always enjoyed eating celery as a treat since, despite her heritage, she was allergic to carrots. Velvet was one of the few Faunus that the heiress didn't resent since the girl had held no affiliation with the White Fang before being captured by one of her father's guards.
When she had disappeared, Weiss had just thought that the girl had finally been saved from the dreaded collar, that she had finally died to relieve herself of the slavery her father inflicted. Never would the white-haired girl have imagined that her father would simply sell her off, especially to the Winchester family...
Weiss felt sick.
"Yeah." Cardin pulled Velvet close, stroking her ears before yanking on one mirthfully, eliciting a squeak from the frightened girl. "She's going to be coming to Beacon with me, too. She's a super-powerful mage, so they're bound to accept her. Pity she has to be a Faunus, right?"
Weiss simply nodded, not trusting her voice just yet. Cardin gave the soft ears another tug and Velvet cried out in pain. "Please, stop." she begged, making Blake's fists curl in disgust at Cardin's laughter. Amber eyes began glowing ominously as she took a step closer to the auburn boy.
Weiss looked to her own charge and Cardin finally took notice of the dark brunette hiding in the shadows. "Hm, looks like your dad got you one too. Didn't know he got humans with those collars too."
"She was an orphan that probably tried stealing from him or one of his guards." Weiss replied, not noticing the way Blake's eyes narrowed at her.
"Huh, guess no one ever wants to cross the Schnee family." Cardin snickered. "Even for something as small as starvation. What do you plan on using her for?"
"What do you mean?" the heiress asked, her stomach turning uneasily.
"Well, I use Bunny here for a bit of relief every now and then. What do you use yours for?" Weiss turned her gaze away from him, looking to one of the paintings on the wall.
"I'm not certain what to do with her yet." she told him.
"Take it from me, she looks like she'd be really good in bed."
Weiss narrowed her eyes in rage. "To think I would stoop as low as to take a female into my bed."
"Hey, least she's not a Faunus. Even I wouldn't do that." Cardin glanced to Velvet in disgust.
"Then what do you do?" Weiss scoffed, hiding her own repulsed expression for a different reason.
"Boxing practice. Gotta make sure I'm ready to head to the Academy in two years." Cardin smirked at her. Neither human noticed how Blake took another step forward, her nails biting into her palms enough to make them bleed.
"You beat on her?" Weiss gasped, appalled.
"Only sometimes." Cardin shrugged. "Well, I suppose I might see you at Beacon, Princess." he chuckled, sending a wave her way and shoving Velvet along in front of him.
"What an animal." Blake snarled, watching the auburn boy go and imagining all of the horrible things she wanted to do to him for treating that girl that way.
"It's his decision how he treats his slaves." Weiss murmured, ducking her head and turning to continue down the hall.
"How can you just watch that and not do something about it?" the brunette shouted in outrage. "You didn't even bat an eyelash as he hurt that poor girl! What did she ever do to him-to you OR your father-to deserve that?"
"I can't speak against it!" Weiss hissed. "She's not my slave! How can you not see that I can't do anything against her treatment?"
"It still doesn't make it right!" Blake snarled, turning and beginning to storm off.
"Where do you think you're going?" the heiress shouted.
"To the library!" the brunette spat. "Or are you going to order me to stay with you, Your Highness?"
Weiss paused at that and Blake sniffed in contempt, continuing down the hall and out of sight. The heiress lowered her head, feeling her heart squeeze at what was happening and her inability to stop it. Turning, she replaced her head at its normal angle and made her way in the opposite direction of her charge.
From the shadows, a pair of blue eyes watched the scene and a small hum accompanied the figure stepping into the light. Rot Schnee watched his daughter stride down the hall before turning to face the direction the White Fang girl had gone. It seems my daughter needs a bit more persuasion in controlling her new slave. I think a few trials are in order. After all, a Schnee does not share authority with a disgusting animal.
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