Disclaimers: I do not own Weiss but we already knew that! Please note that this fic is 100 mine! Thanx!

Crimson Tears: Hey guys, here is chapter three. Apparently a few reviewers/haters/flamers can't read. Or they are just being the ignorant jackasses that they can be; anyway as I've said before, I wrote this fic 5 years ago. That would put me at age… oh 15. So please don't expect anything spectacular. If you want something awesome and superbly polished go buy a book at your local book store. But DO NOT attack my intelligence. It has been years, I AM NOT re-writing this fanfiction, I'm just taking out the Taboo's because it has been requested that I put it back up. I have no desire to fix it, or fine tune it. If you want a fine tuned story, go look at Bleeding Angel. I actually care about that one and took the time to work on it. If you flame, I will laugh at you and think you are a jackass, because you probably are. And if you leave a flame anonymously, then I will assume that you are just attacking me because you can't write for shit and slamming people makes you feel better. Now without further a due, Chapter 3.

Chapter 3

I Love You, I'll Kill you

2 Months Later.

I yawn as I arrange the final bouquet for the banquet. I have to deliver these flowers shortly. I sigh as I tie the last silver ribbon on the batch of red roses. Across the flower shop I hear my protectors laughing at one of his jokes. I continue to work on my arrangement. He hasn't come back to me for two months. Thank god.

I toss the bouquet into the basket. I'm fine as long as I don't make eye contact with him. Amazingly I feel normal. I don't think about being raped as much as I use to. Maybe it's because I've been avoiding his eyes. If I can't see them I know I won't be hurt. However I refuse to be alone in the same room as him. I won't allow it.

"Hey Omi, could you give me a hand?" One of my protectors asks.

"Just a minute." I say as I stand from my chair and cross the room.

I help him arrange a large frame on the wall. As I turn I catch a glimpse of his face. His cold eyes burn through my soul. I do not look into his eyes. I don't want to look in to the eyes of the man who had wronged me.

I sit back at my table and fold several papers and stuff them inside the arrangement. I then lift the arrangement and walk to the door.

"I'm going to deliver these." I say as I open the door.

"Okay then bye." They shout.

I turn back and he's there. "Bye Omi!" He says. Its there, that look! It's the same look in his eyes. The same look he gave me the night before he first came to my room. I close the door behind me and shudder. He'll come after me tonight. But I'll be ready for him this time.

I quickly run down the stairs to my room and shut the door. He may come after me tonight but I'll be ready. I pull my crossbow from the closet and set it next to the nightstand. I then take a dart and tape it to my arm. He'll get what's coming to him. I won't be taken advantage of again.

I then pull on my assassin jacket and leave my room. I'll eat dinner with everyone and then I'll head to my room. I'll say I'm tired and have an exam tomorrow in history. That should give me an excuse. Yes, that will do nicely. This is the last time he'll get his kicks from me.

I walk up the stairs to the kitchen where everyone is waiting for me.

"Hey Omi. What's with the jacket?" One of my protectors asks.

"I'm a little chilled that's all." I reply sitting next to him.

"Here have some spaghetti." He says.

I take it but I won't touch it. I know I won't be able to keep it down. So I sit there and toy with the pasta. I glance up a couple of times. No one seams to notice my lack of appetite. I don't really care. I pick up my plate and carry it over to the sink.

"You didn't eat much." He says.

I flinch. "Well. I'm not that hungry and I'm a little tired. I think I'll go to bed early tonight. I have a history exam, wouldn't want to fail." I say leaving the unclean plate on the counter.

"Oh well good night." A protector say's as I walk down the stairs.

This was it. It was now or never. I'm not going to be raped again. I'm going to kill that bastard so he'll never hurt me again. I am a Weiss and he will not get away with this. I open my door and close it behind me. I cross the room and sit on my bed. I'll wait.

About midnight I hear him at my door. He turns the handle ever so gently as if he doesn't want to wake me. He pops his head in.

"Ah kitten your awake. And what's this? You were not hiding?" He comes close.

The adrenaline pumps as he comes closer. He's unaware of the dart hidden within my jacket sleeve.

Come a little closer I dare. Come try and claim me.

He sits on the bed and looks at me. His eyes are as cold as ever. He pulls me close and kisses me. After the kiss he pulls away.

"Tonight's the last night kitten." He purrs as he slides off my cap.

He then begins to undress himself leaving only his pants on. He then comes over to me and pushes me back on the bed. He unbuckles my belt and tosses it to the floor before removing my pants and underwear. He then pulls off my jacket and shirt. He runs kisses down my chest. I'm thankful that he has not yet noticed the dart taped to my arm.

A severe pain runs through my body as he grabs me violently. I squirm as his grip tightens.

"What's this?" He asks.

He grabs my arm and yanks the tape away. The dart rolls onto the mattress. "Oh bad kitten. Bad kitten." He says picking up the dart and placing it on the nightstand. "That's very bad." He releases me and kisses my neck. He bits my ear before whispering "I love you, I'll kill you. But I'll always love you."

I shudder. He's going to kill me. I failed. I can not kill him. My dart is gone and I have no protection.

"I've got something to make our last night memorable." He say's. "Turn on to your stomach kitten and I'll give you your gift."

I shake my head. "No."

"What?" He spat.

"No." I say again.

His hand connected with my head. It knocked me into a daze because the next thing I knew I was laying on my stomach. He was on top of me. I could fell his jeans on my bare skin. Then there was a pinching sensation at my spine and I saw a syringe fall to the mattress.

"There you go. Some drugs to make you fell all better." He cooed.

Fear races through my mind as I realize he's drugged me. My mind begins to cloud and I can't focus. Why? Why me? My vision blurs and I feel unconsciousness begin to take over.

"That's right kitten. Sleep. When we find you in the morning you'll be dead."

He removed his pants and dropped them to the floor. He kissed my back and my neck. He stopped abruptly. A sound, there was a sound like my door opening.

"Um Omi if your awake Arug!" Came my protector's cry.

I see his silhouette in the door way but my eyes a blurred from the drug.

"What the hells going on?" He shouts.

"What's it look like?" My rapist inquires.

To be continued.

I want to thank everyone who read this fic all those years ago... I think it was 2002, but I really don't remember. You're reviews have been awesome! I will most likely not re-write this, as I have too much school work to do. So please don't expect anything. I don't write much anime fanfiction anymore. In fact, I don't really write fanfiction anymore. If you are looking for something a little more recent from me please check out Congealed Psychosis. I've been working on it for a couple days, and chapter 3 should be up. Also there is a re-write of the first chapter of Bleeding Angel, and if you liked this fic I suggest you check out the other one. It's pretty decent .Otherwise enjoy you folks who requested!