Weiss' first original chapter. Yuki Kajiura's music was a huge help with this chapter.
TW: Self Harm
She inhaled sharply, feeling the blood trickle down her arm. Pain shot through her as she raked the blade across her wrist.
"Really? You're really doing this right now?" Weiss squeezed her eyes shut, the razor trembling in her hand as she placed it against her skin. She heard Mirror sigh. Weiss whimpered as she felt the blood flow. She heard Mirror knocking against her mirror. "Hey, I'm talking to you little miss edgelord."
Weiss got up from her bed, going to her night stand. Mirror had her arms crossed, glowering at her. Weiss opened up her dresser, dropping the razor in, specks of blood falling onto her white clothes. She rummaged through her clothes, not caring about the blood dripping down her arm and staining he clothes. She pulled out a packet of bandages, and alcohol wipes. Mirror snorted.
"What. Not going to let your aura heal you? Are you seriously going to do that again, you dumb bitch?" Weiss dabbed an alcohol wipe against the cuts, the sting hardly bothering her as she wiped the blood off her arm. She tossed the bloody wipe away, and bandaged her arms up, watching the cloth begin to turn crimson.
Her head jerked up as she heard someone knock at her door. She stuffed the bandages and wipes into her dresser, slamming it shut, and tucking her sleeves down.
"Come in," she said. The door opened, and Klein walked in. He glanced at something behind her before looking up at her.
"You're father wanted to let you know he would be leaving for the funeral in a few minutes. He wanted to make sure you were ready." Weiss looked over at Mirror. Mirror narrowed her eyes at her.
"I just need to change." Klein nodded before leaving, closing the door behind him. Weiss glanced back, her shoulders slumping as she looked at the blood stained wipe.
"Nice going. Now you're going to make Klein worry. " Weiss left the nightstand, going to her couch. She took her clothes off before putting on the black dress her father wanted. It looked more like a robe, obscuring her feet and most of her hands. She pulled her hair back into a bun, setting her tiara in place. She slipped on her black heels.
"You look lovely, Weiss. Let's hope that's what they put you in for your funeral."
Weiss left her room, her head hung low as she made her way through the mansion. She could feel the butlers and maids looking at her as she walked past them.
Her father was waiting next to the car when she reached the garage. She could see the chauffeur in his seat already.
"The princess done taking her time?" her father asked. Weiss clutched her wrist, her head low as she nodded. He snorted, and opened the car door. "Let's go."
She entered the car, climbing to the seat farthest from her father. She leaned against the door as her father climbed in. He shut the door before knocking on the glass separating them from the driver. The driver gave a thumbs up as the car came to life. The garage door opened, snow drifting in. Weiss stared out the window as the car moved forward and into the white void.
She watched the snow drift past the car, staring out at the barren, empty world. The ground was a white blanket, the skies gray as it snowed. She saw a speck of black a distance off; some Ursa or Leshy scavenging on the tundra her family had made their home.
It was silent, the engine soundless, her father sitting stiffly in the white leather seats. She couldn't hear the winds. She played with her hands, the car slightly uncomfortable with how warm it was. She saw a large blob on the horizon; the Alsius Mountains.
"Weiss." She looked over at her father. He was on his scroll, looking at something as he spoke. "The funeral's going to be held in a Brother's Church. Take that Dustist sapphire off before we go in." Weiss rubbed the sapphire at her throat, its soft touch soothing, She sighed and nodded her head. Her father crossed his legs. "You loved that boy, right?" Weiss looked over at him, praying the disgust she felt was masked. "Even if you didn't, I need you to act like you did; we need the Winchester's if we want to keep this company afloat until that embargo is lifted." Weiss looked away. She looked up at her window when she heard laughter. Mirror was clutching her sides, laughing, tears running down.
"The prim and proper little princess! Going to mourn the man who harassed you, just like any good house wife would!" Mirror wiped at her eyes, her laughter starting to die down. "Oh can you imagine how great it would be being married to that worm, Weiss? Answering his every beck and call, satisfying his every disgusting urge, listening to him put down everything you cherish as you become nothing more than a vessel for his children." Mirror smirked. "You'd be the good little wife, just like Mother."
Weiss rubbed her wrist, looking down at her lap. She listened to Mirror hum while she rubbed and squeezed her wrist, feeling her bandages growing damp underneath her sleeves. The interior of the car grew dark, a low blue glow coming from the window. She glanced up, watching as they sped through the pass in the mountains; the stone walls a beautiful shade of lapis, streaked with blacks and whites. After a moment they broke free, and sunlight filtered into the car. Weiss squinted, the harsh light hurting her eyes. She blinked several times as her eyes adjusted, looking out at Atlas City.
The city was filled with towering skyscrapers of white steel and blue glass. Air trains snaked their ways through the buildings. She gripped her wrist as the car sped through the streets, looking out at the people in their winter clothes as they zoomed past them. Neon screens covered several of the buildings; news, and advertisements playing on them. Snow covered the streets, coating the buildings.
She gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass them by. The car started to slow down, and Weiss looked ahead. A large cathedral was ahead of them, a multitude of cars parked in front of it; the mourners in stark contrast to the white landscape.
She grasped the sapphire at her throat, undoing it from her dress, and holding it in her hand. She followed her father out of the car, her sleeve hiding the gem. She followed her father as he went to the crowd of mourners, the cold winds blowing against her face. She hung back as her father greeted the Winchester's, gripping her sapphire, it's cool touch comforting.
"Weiss." She looked over at her father. He motioned for her to come over, standing next to a tall man. Weiss hesitated before walking over to them. The large man looked like Cardin, only his face was harsher, more wrinkled, his ginger hair streaked with gray. He shoved his hand out, smiling at her. She felt her skin crawl as she looked at him; that look in his eyes was gross. "You've met Maximus before I believe. When you were very little." Her father said. Weiss politely took Maximus' hand, and shook it. She felt like dunking it in acid once he let go of her hand.
"I haven't seen you since you were a tiny little thing. I can see why Cardin was so infatuated with you; you're quite gorgeous."
Weiss heard a muffled gagging come from her sapphire.
"Dust help us, we really have to listen to this." Mirror said. Weiss kept her mouth shut, watching her father as he got Maximus' attention again.
"I truly am sorry to hear about Cardin, Max. I can't imagine what it must feel like to lose a child."
Weiss looked away, tightening her grip on her sapphire, her wrists aching. She swallowed, her throat dry, and her body cold. The snow drifted past her as the wind blew; her sleeves brushing past her hands. Her head started to droop as she stared at the snow swallowing the ends of her dress.
he won't care
mother won't care
no one will care
"Weiss." She looked over at her father. He beckoned to her, the mourners funneling past him and into the cathedral. She dutifully followed after him, entering the cathedral.
The black and white stones seemed so alien to her, the large silver decorations adorning the walls. It smelled old, and unfriendly, nothing like her temple, with its vibrant colors and comforting incense. She heard the mourning murmuring as she walked past them, following her father to their spot in the front pew. She hid the disgust she felt as she saw Maximus already seated. Her father took the spot next to him, and Weiss exhaled, relieved, and sat next to her father. She looked ahead, at the slick black coffin, Cardin's portrait hanging in front of it. A Brother's priest stood next to the coffin, watching the door as the last of the mourners hurried in. A few moments passed before the pries cleared his throat, resting his hands together.
"We are gathered here today, in memory of Cardin Winchester. He was…"
Weiss looked down at her lap, glancing at her sapphire as the priest prattled on. She saw Mirror faintly in the depths of blue. Mirror yawned, covering her mouth before smacking her lips.
"Isn't this great, Weiss? Having to be stuck here, mourning some prick." Mirror smirked. "How do you think Ruby's funeral went?" Weiss' lips became a thin line, glancing up at the casket. The dragon's roar, the tower as it came crumbling down. Mirror giggled and she looked back down at her. "Assuming of coarse that they even had enough of Ruby to bury." Mirror's smirk grew. "But what if she never made it to the tower, hm? What if she died before getting there? Ripped apart by Grimm, screaming and begging for you to come save her. And where were you, hm? Running away to 'safety'." Weiss blinked, her eyes feeling watery, and her vision starting to blur. Mirror's lips parted as she smiled, curling over her teeth.
"If you weren't so weak, you would be back in Vale, by Yang's side, helping her recover." Mirror snorted. "You couldn't even break out of your father's grip." Weiss felt her cheeks begin to warm as something slid down them. "Winter doesn't care about you. She let Father take you. She isn't going to miss you. The only person who's would have missed you is Blake." Mirror lowered her head, her smirk chilling Weiss as her gaze bore into her soul.
"And Blake is dead." Mirror began to laugh. "You truly thought that you could find someone who could love you? A freak like you! You're out of your Dust damned mind! You cut yourself! Who could ever love someone like you! This world will be so much better when you're dead!"
Weiss hiccupped, squeezing her eyes shut as she cried, her scars tingling.
"Blake's death is on our hands, you know? We could have followed her, gone after that Grimm together." Weiss shook her head, squeezing the gem, feeling it cut into her hand. "But you didn't, and look what happened." Mirror started to scream, her voice resonating throughout her mind, wracking her skull as the scream turned to Blake's.
Blake screaming in agony as her aura broke, the Beowolf's claws ripping into her stomach. Gambol Shroud clattering to the flaming floor. Her strangled gasps for air, gripping her stomach, the blood gushing out. The growl from the wolf as it lunged, Blake's gurgled cry as it's jaws wrapped around her throat.
"Wei-!" Blake's cry became a sickening crunch as the wolf jerked it's head, Blake's head twisting, blood dribbling down her chin. The wolf jerked back, ripping Blake's head off. Her body fell to the floor, her hand twitching as blood pooled from her neck. The wolf tossed her head aside, ripping her back open with its claws, sinking its teeth into her flesh.
Weiss' eyes snapped open, her body shaking as she began to sob. She felt blood running from her palm, her gem cutting her. She rocked back and forth in the pew, clutching her arms, her body shaking uncontrollably, her sobs the only thing she could hear.
She saw her father smirking out of the corner of her eye.
She didn't remember entering the car. She blinked, her eyes sore, and her throat dry. She looked out the window, greeted by darkness.
"Maximus wanted me to thank you for showing such grief over his son." She looked over, her father sitting in the seat at the opposite window. He was on his scroll, a bored look on his face. "He tried to tell you in person but when you finally stopped wailing you wouldn't talk." He snorted, narrowing his eyes at something on his scroll. "You were more like a doll then anything at that point; this empty look in your eyes, just nodding at whatever we said to you." Weiss looked down at her hands, a large pink scar across the palm of her hand. She reached for her throat, finding her sapphire, dried blood flaking as she rubbed it. "You should have left that in the car, the priest was so worried when he saw you bleeding. Had to stop the funeral until he made sure you were okay." Her father sighed. "Made the damn thing go on longer then it needed to."
Weiss said nothing. She looked back out the window, watching the snow flurry around their car, hoping to see some light in the night. After some time she could see the outline of her family's mansion in the headlights.
The garage door yawned open as they pulled in, the car coming to a stop. Her father exited without a word, shutting the door. Weiss stayed seated, rolling up her sleeves. She stared at her blood stained bandages before undoing them. She saw fresh pink scars on her arms. She blinked, tilting her head, flexing her hands, watching her muscles move around beneath her flesh. At the veins covered by the white and pink lines. The car grew dark as the engine died, and the chauffeur left. Weiss rested her hands in her lap, leaning against the door, staring at the white leather seat in front of her.
is this my punishment?
Weiss lowered her sleeves, grabbing the dirty bandages. It didn't seem like as much blood as last time. She sighed and opened the car door. She tossed the bandages into a trash bind before going into the mansion.
The lights had been turned on, illuminating the white hallways, the furniture and decorations casting long shadows. It was empty as she made her way to her room, the only company the sound of her heels clicking against the floor.
She reached her room, slowly opening the door. It was dark; the moon obscured by the snow clouds. She closed the door behind her, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. The bloody wipe she had left on the floor was gone, her bed made. She looked at her nightstand. A bowl of böhmischer gulasch sat there, steam wafting from it. She blinked slowly, feeling hunger biting at her innards. She had last eaten…. she shook her head, ignoring the growling coming from her stomach.
She sat down in front of her nightstand, staring at her reflection. She pulled her tiara free, setting it down, undoing her hair and shaking it free.
what did blake see in me
Mirror smirked at her.
"You truly are the ugliest of them all."
Weiss' shoulder's slumped, and she exhaled. She reached for her dresser, opening it up. She felt around, her clothes soft against her hand. She felt something small and metallic, and grasped it, pulling it free. She stared at the razor, at the brown blood caking it. She rolled her sleeve up, and set the razor against her skin.
And that's it. Weiss has one chapter left, which I hope you will enjoy when we get to it.