So...pretty good response to chapter 1 so I'm swinging for chapter 2. I'll probably just do one a day for as many as I've already written and then one a week after that.
Heads up: wait for chapter 4. This will not be your typical Neo-yandere story. (It has an actual plot.)
Fav and follow so I know you want more. I've got a folder on my computer full of potential projects so I want to focus on stuff people really like.
Remember:
Sometimes, bad things just happen.
-Vronsurd
Chapter 2
Neo licked her lips and snuggled a little closer to her beloved.
Oh thank god for her semblance.
There was nothing she liked more than to watch Jaune's innocent, sleeping face from the comfort and warmth of his covers.
He had been quite restless earlier—no doubt troubled by the letter team JNR had found early that day. The team had discovered a message from Pyrrah, a typed letter, explaining why she had to return home to her family.
Only Neo knew that Pyrrah would never type another letter ever again.
Now Jaune's face was more relaxed—since Neo had fed him some sleeping medicine—mouth to mouth of course.
Neo froze when Jaune shifted and muttered in his sleep. Fortunately, if he began to awake, she could disappear as quickly as she had appeared.
She briefly envisioned greeting her waking lover with a smile and a passionate kiss. Oh. Wouldn't that be perfect? He'd be surprised at first but, after a few seconds, the delectable virgin would give into the dark, insatiable desires he was barely even aware that he had. Neo's back arched as her imagination sent a tremor through her body.
No.
It wasn't quite time for the two of them to meet.
There were still too many whore-benches slinking around her lover. They couldn't be together—not truly together—until every whore-bench had been put in her place. And if the whore-bench starting spouting off nonsense like "you'll never break me"…
She would have to be broken—permanently.
Neo rolled lightly out of Jaune's bed. She had two new targets: the whore with the scythe and the whore with the hammer. The insignificant boy with the pink highlight was sleeping peacefully—as was Jaune.
Neo turned towards Whora. The pancake obsessed slut was fast asleep. Neo gritted her teeth; that flamboyant orange hair offended her like a bitter insult. And that hammer…such a brutish weapon. And the way she grasped that handle…Neo just knew the orange-bench-whore was trying to seduce her beloved.
Neo took a few steps towards the traffic-cone-whore, compelled by a building surging bloodlust. She already knew what she would do to this bench, how she would shatter its fragile over-sugarred mind. Oh, this one would be good. She had a feeling that wasting the whor-ange would be a particularly pleasurable experience. At the very least—it would be a new one. Nothing was better than torturing an enigma. Every new response to pain was a delightful surprise.
She couldn't fight the uncontrollable grin inching out across her face. She reached out to touch that annoyingly placid face.
And then she felt it.
Something she had never experienced so acutely before—not even when she had accidently spilled her ice cream on Cinder's new dress.
Terror.
It felt as if she was under the laser point of a sniper rifle—as if all the murderous intent in the world was being poured out on her. She was a rabbit, her tail pinned under the paw of a ravenous wolf. Her body, temporarily frozen, like a mouse staring into the eyes of a King Taijitu.
Was someone watching her? Someone who intended to kill her?
She glanced around the room cautiously. Other than the three teammates the room was empty. And their breathing was steady and calm… They were definitely asleep…
The feeling of imminent danger receded as Neo backed towards the window. She wasn't sure where it came from. Perhaps there was a powerful teacher nearby or some other unknown threat. All she knew for certain was that every internal trigger and alarm she had developed over the years as an assassin were all going off at once. There was a threat nearby.
Invisible.
Silent.
And waiting for her to make a mistake.
She spared a glance at the Whor-ange. It would be a simple matter to start with the Ham-whore.
But Neo didn't want to risk awakening her beloved to the sight of her taking out the garbage. Plus, someone might be watching. At the very least, someone was nearby. Someone dangerous.
Yes, Neo would deal with this particular slut tomorrow. When the bench was alone. And when Neo's danger senses weren't spiking off the chart. Perhaps Goodwitch was around? That would explain the icy fear she felt in her heart of hearts. She had seen the school administrator talking with her beloved before, but—for some reason—when she imagined attacking her she could only envision her own destruction.
She took one last draft of Jaune's sleeping visage and then accessed her semblance. In an instant, she vanished from team JNR's room. For a half second she was blind and deaf, completely senseless, incapable of interacting with the physical world. And then she reappeared in team RWBY's dorm. Unsurprisingly, the team's room hung in a delicate balance between order and disorder. The beds were stacked precariously, one hung from the ceiling, shifting ever so slightly with its occupant's movements. The other was balanced carefully on stacks of book.
Neo flitted to her target's resting place. With practiced stealth she leapt into crimson whore's bed and straddled her target. The bed rocked ever so slightly—but did not disturb the whore's sleeping teammates.
Whore-by Rose. She was obviously a little young for a Beacon student. Her cheeks had the tell-tale baby fat of a young teen, and, even while fast asleep, her expression reeked of innocence and naiveté.
The littlest slut was cute, Neo wouldn't deny that. She wasn't nearly as whorish as the other three benches asleep in this room. She was like an untouched flower.
Neo tucked an out of place hair behind Ruby's ear. In response, the rosy cheeked girl twitched, a small movement, starting in her nose and working its way down her jaw.
Neo smiled upon seeing the adorable muscle spasms.
So cute. Just like a flower.
There was nothing Neo liked more than plucking every petal off a pristine blossom—until there was nothing left but a naked, scared, bloody stem—fated to never bloom again.
Neo licked her lips. The air surrounding her tasted sweeter somehow—as if her excitement was manifesting as sugar. She inhaled deeply. The littlest whore smelled pleasant, some sort of flowery shampoo. Good. Nothing was worse than a foul smelling bench. Benches that smelled bad tended to get a quick but fatal treatment.
You and I are going to have so much fun.
Neo rested a palm on Ruby's warm cheek and activated her semblance. And, with the sound of shattered glass, they vanished.
Dear Ruby and Readers: I'm really sorry about the chapter I'll be posting tommorow.
-Vronsurd
