Disclaimers: I do not own Weiss Kreuz. And that's okay 'cause I just want Omi! Please note that this fic is 100 mine! Thankies!

Crimson Tears: I'm going on a limb here and posting the "edited" version of this story. I took out the taboo words that make this story "NC-17". But any smart person can understand the implied theme. I don't know how long I'll keep this fic up; it might not even be here for 24 hours. So read it while it's hot and before I take it back down.

Warning: This fan fiction has very MATURE themes. It is rated M for violence and strong sexual themes.

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

The sound of his voice chills my blood. I tense as he comes closer to my bed. I'm holding my breath afraid that he might hear me breathing. His shoes turn away from my bed and he crosses the room to my desk. He rolls out my chair and sits.

"Let's see, where would my kitten be hiding? Maybe in the closet?"

He rose and strolled over to the closet and opened the doors. A few of my clothes were on the floor including my crossbow. He turned to face my bed again. I see a smile curve his lips.

"Let's try behind door number two." He's coming closer. His feet stop at my bed and the quilt is lifted. His head becomes level with the floor. "Boo!" He say's coldly.

I try and back myself against the wall. His hand comes under the bed and grabs me by the hair. He pulls me out.

"My kitten, you were bad. You ran away. I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

I'm lifted off the floor and tossed roughly on the bed. The thought of screaming ran through my mind. He looked at me, and I knew that if I cried out he'd kill me right there. However that didn't mean that I'd give up without a fight. As I go to move his hand connects with my head.

"No no kitten." He hisses.

He begins to remove his clothing. I know there is nothing I can do. After removing all of his clothes he straddles me on the bed. He runs small kisses down my neck. Then he begins to run his hands up my shirt. His flesh is hot against mine. So hot that it burns. I squirm as he pulls my shirt off.

"Oh no you don't!" He says vehemently.

I whimper as he begins to unbutton my pants. "Please.." I beg.

"You were bad and need to be taught a lesson." He says in my ear. He pulls off my pants and drops them to the floor.

"Please don't..." But my pleading falls on deaf ears.

He looks over me devouring me with his eyes. I lay there helpless.

"You'll hurt me." I whisper.

"What?" he asks leaning closer to hear me.

"You'll hurt me." I repeat.

"Damn right I will." He says before forcing my mouth open and kissing me. His tongue probes my mouth, he goes a little to far back and I gag. He pulls away. "You're right kitten. You're going to hurt. You'll be lucky to escape with your life. Now be a good kitten." I squirm to get away, but to no avail.

He seams to be entertained by my pain. He watches me as tears slid down my cheeks. He's playing a game with me. He's the cat and I'm the mouse. He runs his hands over my chest again. I shutter under his gesture. I curse myself.

"Do you like that kitten?" He hisses. I begin to tremble. I try and take myself to another place, but the pain thrusts me back into my tortured reality. I scream into the pillow beneath me. I can hear the blood running through my veins and my heart beat echoes in my ears. When it ends, he stands and redresses. He comes and leaves a kiss on my temple. "Sleep now." He leaves me bleeding and broken on the bed.

I lay there for a few hours before I can finally move. I gingerly pull my self into a sitting position. My legs are shaky as I stand. I'm not sure I can support my own weight. I am able to cross the room and slid my bathrobe on. I tie the belt and make my way to the bathroom. I close and lock the door and cross to the shower. I turn on the hot water. I remove my bathrobe and climb in. I have to clean myself. The water is so hot that it steams and leaves my skin red, but I scarcely feel the heat.

"You'll be lucky to escape with your life." I shake the voice out of my head. My hand shakes as I reach for a bar of soap. I wash several times but it does not make me feel any cleaner. I stay in the shower for a good hour before climbing out. I dry off with a towel and redress in my bathrobe.

I walk over to the mirror. Using my sleeve I wipe away the condensation on the mirror. I gaze into it and see my reflection. It's the same as it was yesterday and the day before that. Shouldn't I look different to someone? Shouldn't someone notice my different attitude?

I open the medicine cabinet door and look inside. There was a toothbrush on each shelf along with shaving cream and other personal items. I see it there. A bottle sits there as if it's testing me. I reach for the bottle. Tylenol, maybe.

The door cracks open. I jump as I expect it to be my rapist. It's not.

"Omi," he says sleepily. "When did you come home?"

I remember he didn't know that I was home. "A few minutes ago." I lie.

"You had us worried." He says.

"I'm sorry." I say opening the bottle behind my back. I take a handful of the pills and snap the cap back on. "I'm just going to bed." I say turning to the medicine cabinet. As I turn I slip the pills into my pocket. I close the cabinet door and make my way to the door. His hand catches my arm.

"Omi are you okay? You look a little pale." He said looking in to my eyes. I wanted to break down and sob right there and tell him what had happened to me. His eyes were so warm. I can't do that.

"I'm just tired." I lie.

"We'll get some sleep kiddo." He said as I left the room.

I nod and make my way to my room. I close the door but do not look at the bed. I don't want to see the sheets. I sit down at my desk and turn on my lamp. I pull all the pills out of my pocket and count them. I have twenty. If I took them all at once then it would be over. I begin to write a note to the people who would protect me. I tell them everything that ever happened and who the rapist was. I tell them that under the bed is a paper sack that contains two pairs of sheets, tonight's included.

I fold the note and place it in an envelope. I stare at the pills. Twenty is enough. Twenty should take care of my pain forever. Tears slide down my cheeks as I think about how things should have been and never would be. I pick up two and look at them. Then I pop them in my mouth and take a drink of water from my water bottle. I pull a zip-lock bag from my drawer and put the remaining eighteen pills inside. I can't do it. I don't have the guts.

To be continued.

CT: Um. please review the next chapter coming soon!