A RWBY AU Story
Ghost of Winter
by:RandomReaderThatWrites
WARNING: The Prologue of this story contains scenes that may be inappropriate for some readers. Said scenes involve Blood and Slight Violence. Proceed with caution.
Prologue: One Unfortunate Night
Mankind knows many stories.
They tell their children fairy tales to put them to sleep. They are old or new, slightly changed every time they pass from one generation to the other.
They tell them scary stories when they don't behave. One of these stories carves fear even on the hearts of adults.
A story of 100 years ago.
In a city of Atlas lived a powerful family. They owned many companies around Remnant and were known by all.
Most people respected them, but there were those that feared and hated the family.
For this sole reason, one night, no more than a hundred years ago, the assassination would happen.
There were no survivors from the family, and so the entire story that mankind knows was told from the many perspectives of the surviving maids and butlers.
A hundred years from now, the family was for Vacation on one of their manors in Vale, another city of Remnant.
Back then, everyone had spent a normal day, with activities like usually. No one knew though, that the night would be so different.
On that unfortunate night, the event that haunts all dreams would happen. The event knows as:
The Schnee Massacre
"Weiss! Hurry up!" a young woman with hair as white as the snow called to her younger sister.
"I'm coming!" the younger girl said back, running towards her sister. "Say Winter..."
Weiss had stopped her sentence to look around the garden again. "Why are there so many people around? Weren't we supposed to be on vacation?"
"Yes, Weiss." Winter replied, warping her right arm around Weiss' shoulders. "But you know father is the CEO of a very powerful company. That means that he is always alert of attacks from his rivals."
"O-okay." Weiss lowered herself, feeling stupid for asking the question. "Can't we just have a normal vacation for once?" she whispered a few seconds later.
Winter heard her though.
"Come on Weiss." she tried to cheer her sister up. "Let us eat, so I can show you a little surprise."
Weiss raised her head to look at her sister, and Winter's heart started hurting at her saddened eyes. "Winter... When I become the next CEO..."
"Don't worry, Weiss!" Winter interrupted her sad thought. "I will protect you at all cost! You can rest assured."
Weiss smiled at her sister. That was not what she was worried about though. She knew Winter was strong. Her sister had become the first female General in Atlas a few years ago. Weiss knew of her sister's military skills. Yet, there was something on the pit of her stomach that made her feel uncomfortable. Especially tonight.
"What were you going to show me?" Weiss asked, looking curiously at her sister.
"Hmm..." Winter looked down at her, and then at the manor. "I have changed my mind. I will show it to you only if you catch me!"
With those final words, Winter sprinted for the door. Weiss let out a "Hey!" and followed after her, laughing. Winter was glad for that.
A butler that stood by the door smiled at the older Schnee, opening the door for the two of them to get inside.
"I don't think I will eat anything for the following week." Weiss grunted.
"You were the one who wanted to race Whitley to a food fight." Winter replied, smiling lightly at her sister.
"And I beat him!" Weiss said, stars flashing in her eyes.
"Seems like you had fun during Dinner, young lady?" a maid that was accompanying them to their room asked.
"Not exactly fun." Weiss said, walking before the two older women. "Not with Shitley on the table."
"Weiss!" Winter said, her voice low and scolding.
"Sorry sis." Weiss said, even though not a bit guilty.
The maid besides them only smiled. She was one of the few that knew of how Heiress Weiss tended to change behaviors.
Weiss Schnee was a person with two faces, if you could call her that way.
Her father, Jacques Schnee, was a man that wanted everything to go his way, smooth and graceful. He had gone as far as to educate his future heir himself. In his eyes, the perfect heir would be someone cold yet graceful, someone who would only focus on business and not useless things. That is what he wanted to turn Weiss into. And thus, Weiss behaved as he wished around him.
However, Winter didn't want that for her little sister. She wanted Weiss to enjoy her childhood, to be happy, to live her own way. To reach that goal she would spend time with Weiss, and try to teach her everything that would help in achieving that goal. Weiss, at age of 15, was now able to keep a mask around her father and show her real self when with Winter. The older Schnee was happy for that.
"What was that that you were going to show me?" Weiss asked for the second time that night.
"You didn't beat me." Winter said in a teasing voice. Weiss pouted. Winter laughed. "Fine. But when we arrive in my room."
"Okay." Weiss said, looking at her sister suspiciously. Said sister chuckled.
They say that everything started out just like any normal night. They say that no one was suspecting what happened to occur.
All speak of flames that danced on the yard, of grass burned and trees scorched.
Screams filled the entire neighbor, but no one came to their help. It was after all, a neighbor consisted of only the Schnee family.
No Police arrived in time, or so the story-tellers say.
With passion and sadness, they describe the story in tears.
"So...?" Weiss was getting impatient. She was sure by now that Winter was playing with her.
"Just a second." Winter replied, searching for her surprise inside her wardrobe. Weiss knew it was no clothes, but why hide an object inside a wardrobe?
"Just tell me what it is?!"
"Nope! It's super-secret!"
"Come on! How secret is it? Enough for you to hide it under your clothes?"
"Yep."
Weiss pouted again. She would just have to wait.
"Found it!" Winter said, and Weiss jumped from her chair. Winter slowly pulled something up, but the terrifying scream that shook the floor made her drop the object down again.
"What was that?!" Weiss asked alarmed, running to her sister's side. "Who screamed?!" tears had already gathered to her eyes.
"Sshh, Weiss. It's alright." Winter tried to assure her sister. 'Gunshot?' and herself at the same time.
Another scream, another shot.
"What's going on?!" Weiss yelled, tears falling wildly on her cheeks.
"Calm down, Weiss." Winter kneeled before her sister, looking up at her teary face. "I will go out to see. If anything bad happens, grab the object I was going to show you. Whomever comes inside, if it not be, stay calm and attack them with the object if they threaten you."
"W-What is g-going on?" Weiss asked again, even more scared now. She wanted to slap herself for behaving like a small child right now. "W-Winter! W-w-what is going o-on...?"
Winter didn't answer her, but instead went to her desk and grabbed an object warped in white cloth. Turning one last time to look at her sister, she smiled warmly at her.
'It's going to be alright.' she mouthed to Weiss. Opening the door, Winter slid out of the room.
Weiss swallowed and wiped her tears. Going to the closet, she grabbed the object that was warped in white cloth and slid under her bed. Weiss tried to calm her breath, until no more sobs left her.
It was such a tragic night. The survivors tell the story with such pain, that it also pained the hearts of the cops and those that caught air of the situation.
People have heard many times, how the maids described the screams that still haunted their dreams.
THUMP! THUMP!
Weiss wasn't sure if the noises coming from outside the room where heavy footsteps or bodies falling down.
She didn't know and she was too afraid to care.
CRACK!
Weiss froze as the door to her room was kicked open. She closed her eyes and tried to calm down, hoping that the intruder wouldn't notice her.
"Boss! No one's here!" the intruder, a male, shouted from the door. He had turned the light on to take a look around the room.
"Find the damned brat!" another male shouted from outside, in the hall. "Don't leave an inch unchecked!"
"Geez. I don't get paid enough for this shit." the man in the room hissed to himself, opening every closet in the room. "Don't leave an inch unchecked!" he mimicked the voice of the other man and mocked his previous sentence. "Yeah right! Easy for him to just order people around!"
Weiss slowly made her way to the other side of the bed, rolling from under it, trying to stay as far away from the man as possible. The object she was holding though, made a CLANG noise when it came in contact with the floor. Weiss held her breath, as the man's feet moved closer to the bed, and she started sweating when she saw his knees bend.
"Oh, hello there." the man greeted from under the mask he was wearing. Weiss' eyes were filled with tears again. She quickly rolled out of her cover and rushed to her feet and out of the door.
"Oh no you don't!" the man yelled behind her. Weiss' heart stopped in horror when she felt the strong grip of the man around her knuckle.
He pulled her with so much strength that Weiss was sure her shoulder dislocated.
"L-Let me go!" she screamed, but the hold was too strong. Then she remembered the object Winter wanted to show her. Raising her free hand that was holding it, Weiss brought it down on her attacker's head.
It made the attacker release her and momentarily fall to the floor. That moment was enough for Weiss to run out of the room and straight down the hall. When she arrived at the stairs that would bring her to the first floor and out of the manor, Weiss' knees buckled.
She wanted to throw up. And she did.
Blood was everywhere. Bodies she recognized as her maid and butlers. Even the old maid that had accompanied them not many minutes before Winter had left.
Many of them had blood on their clothes. Many on their he-
"Ahh!" Weiss screamed, as a masked man came from one of the doors of the second floor. Whitley's room.
'No!' Weiss wanted to run and see her brother, but her legs would not move. she was terrified.
"Oh, little girl." the man that had showed up from her brother's room was approaching her, cautiously looking at the object on her hand.
"Stay away!" Weiss screamed, bringing her weapon up. "S-Stay way!"
The man did not listen to her pleas though. Weiss wanted to move away, but her legs would not respond to her will.
The man was now one meter away from her. He pulled a knife out and lunged at her.
CLANG!
Weiss had raised the object up just in time for the attack to be intercepted. However, the power pushed her back, and the girl fell down the stairs.
Her body hurt everywhere. Something warm was under her bruised hand, and the strong grip she had on her weapon was making her fingers hurt. Weiss looked down at the warm liquid she could feel under her, and a soundless scream left her when she recognized what the warm liquid was.
Blood.
The same substance had stained the white cloth that warped Winter's gift.
Weiss pushed every bit of power she had to move, not wanting the man that was slowly downing the stairs to reach her.
Her legs hurt, but she finally moved. Using the gift to keep her balance, the girl tried to reach the door. She tried to go outside, to scream for help.
However, the man reached her. He grabbed her by the hair, and roughly pushed her head to the door.
Weiss let a pained voice-less scream. The man smirked at her bloody nose, and tears found their way to Weiss' eyes again.
The man griped his knife again and stabbed.
Weiss' breath left her as the pain moved from her stomach to her entire being. She could feel the warm liquid stain her clothes. She was afraid to even look down at her wound.
"So, you are that damned brat? The heir?" the man smirked from under his mask, and Weiss face twisted in even more pain as the man stabbed yet again.
Weiss could feel her grip on Winter's last gift to loosen.
'Winter...' Tears fell like a waterfall as she remembered her sister. 'Winter!'
"This was child's play." the man frowned and raised his knife to stab again, this time to kill her.
Weiss closed her eyes, not knowing if she would be able to endure the pain any longer.
A gunshot made her open her eyes again.
"Weiss!" a very familiar voice called to her, alarmed. "Stay calm, sis. "
Weiss opened her eyes, but the sight was blurry.
She smiled at the mess of white hair that only her family seemed to have.
"W-Winter..." Weiss whispered, even though she wanted to call her sister, to hug her. "W-What is going on?"
"I..." Winter stopped, and Weiss felt something wet her cheek. Winter was crying. "I'm... I'm sorry Weiss..."
"W... Winter?"
"We are under attack." the military general continued, helping Weiss get to her feet. "The White Fang... A world-wide known group of Assassins that kill without any reason, as long as they get paid."
"B-bu-...?"
"This would be why father kept guards around." Winter growled under her breath. "But even the guards are dead."
Weiss eyes widened. She screamed in pain as her knee twisted. Broke it when I fell from the stairs, she figured.
"Are you okay?!" Winter yelled, sounding even more alarmed.
"Does being stabbed twice count as 'Okay'?" Weiss joked, trying to lighten the mood. Winter frowned, however.
"Let me see." she ordered more than requested.
Leaning on the wall, Weiss let her sister do a body-check to her.
"We don't have time for this!" she growled, even though glad her sister was there.
"You were stabbed twice, and you have a dislocated shoulder and a broken knee." Winter said sadly.
"Nothing new, I see." Weiss tried to laugh, but blood came out of her mouth instead.
"Weiss!" Winter called to her in alarm. Just now did she notice the blood stains on her sister's face and clothes.
"Winter...!" Weiss eyes widened, seeing the silhouette of a person approach them.
Winter had heard the incoming footsteps. Spinning on her heels, she pointed her gun at the approaching person.
She pulled the trigger, but then stopped.
It was just a maid.
"Send Weiss to my second room, please!" Winter pleaded to the maid, who quickly nodded and helped Weiss get up, despite her protests.
"Go Weiss." Winter mouthed to her sister.
All Weiss saw as she entered the room neighboring the one that she shared with Winter was several masked assassins rounding on Winter, and as her sister pulled the trigger.
The story continues.
They say there were no survivors.
The sadness they describe was uncontainable, that some started to see it as just their imagination. Their try as to scare people with scary stories.
"Young lady!" the maid called to Weiss for the third time. She had quickly opened the locked door and relocked it after they had gotten inside.
Weiss was terrified. She was scared. So scared.
What happened to her mother? Her father? Her brother? Winter?
"You need to calm down, my lady." the maid called to her again, and Weiss turned to face her.
The heiress opened her mouth to say something, but nothing left even her throat.
"I'm s-scared." she managed to say after a few minutes of silence.
The room was dark. Weiss knew why Winter kept it locked from the others. She wanted no one inside, not even her family.
BANG! BANG!
"S-someone is at the door!" the maid whispered, looking between her heiress and the door.
BANG!
Guns against locks.
Soon the gun won, and the door was pushed open. The newcomer was not anyone they knew, but rather a man they never would have wanted to meet.
He pulled the trigger of his gun back and then the sound was heard again.
Weiss screamed, as the blood stained her cheeks. She-
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" a girl wearing a red hoodie and black pants yelled to another blonde girl. "I don't care how it continues!"
"Oh Rubes!" the blonde girl laughed. "I was near the end!"
"I don't care!" Ruby yelled, a shiver running through her body. "Remind me to never play 'Scary Story Time' with you."
"I'll try." the blonde replied.
"Say, Yang." Ruby started, eyeing her room. "Tell me the story wasn't true."
"Of course, Ruby." Yang started, as Ruby sighed in relief. "Everything was true! From the start to the cut."
Ruby chocked on her spit, and Yang laughed again.
"And the room next to your is the locked room!" Yang whispered to her in a scary voice. "They say that ghosts haunt that room. That's why it is always locked."
"Yang, stop it!" Ruby yelled again, and yet again Yang found herself laughing. "Damn! Why did dad buy this manor!"
A/N: To clear things up, before anyone asks about the ships: This story's main ship is White Rose. However, it contains Bumblebee, Arkos and Renora too.
Thank you to all that are reading this. And don't worry, this is the only Bloody/Sad chapter. The rest will only have flashbacks, if you are sensitive to blood.
I have nothing more to say, I guess.
Please leave a review and see you later!
Edit: Removed Center Alignment and replaced it with Left Alignment. Nothing new added