AN: I do NOT Own RWBY! With that being said, I do have this fanfic on AO3 and it is much darker. I am also going through and editing so bare with me!

She Lived

The Fall. The Fall of Beacon had led to a lot of changes in the world of Remnant. Many began to stay in at night while some had lost faith in the hunters and huntresses of the world to keep them safe. It had shown that the Grimm weren't the only monsters in the world. They could be anyone, human and faunus. It showed that peace could not always last and that some, are as dark as the monsters they hunted. No one knew this more than the heiress herself, Weiss Schnee. The heiress sat alone in her room, clinging to her scroll for dear life. It had been such a long time since she heard from Ruby. Their calls were far and in between, they were always short as the signal was spotty at best. The calls were mostly for dust shipments in case Team RNJR was running short on supplies. To make up for the short calls, Weiss would get letters from the red wolf. It was through these letters that Weiss had begun to fall for the wolf. During school she tried to like men, even convinced herself to ask Neptune to the dance. Even with this, the heiress knew that her heart cared nothing for the opposite sex.

Now, Weiss was no fool, she knew that she liked women and that there was one particular dolt, that always was looking for her attention. She tried to brush it off as the hyper girl just wanting to become friends or get Weiss to have fun. After a while, it was clear the pup had begun to see Weiss as more than just, a best friend. Ruby Rose, the scythe wielding, cookie loving, weapon obsessed wolf faunus had fallen helplessly in love with the heiress. Weiss tried so hard to ignore the girl's feelings. She pretended that she did not notice the constant flirting or attempts to get her attention. When the caped reaper insisted that she go with her on their secret mission to look into the White Fang, she knew it was her trying to be alone with the heiress. As much as Weiss would have loved to have returned those feelings, she couldn't and for one reason.

Her father despised faunus and her uncles would have hunted the poor wolf down, killing her on sight at the mere mention of any romance. Even as the Vytal Festival neared, she could not find it in her heart to put the poor girl in danger. At one point she had spoken to Blake, letting the cat faunus know just how she truly felt. Blake understood how she felt and tried to give her hope. That, she could always change things by taking over the company and stripping her uncles of all funds. At the same time, the two planned to head the SDC together, changing the name of the company. The company would be headed by her and Blake, as well as a council of equal parts human and faunus. This way the power would always be equal and fair in the company for generations to come.

All of this seemed like a distant dream now. She no longer had hope in this dream as things had changed drastically when she had returned home. Not even a week after the fall, her father had announced he had found a suitable husband for his daughter. This caused the strain between father and daughter to worsen. There were many fights and, eventually, the abuse started up again. The media made the Schnee family out to be the best of the best. It couldn't be farther from the truth. After her tenth birthday, where her father had told her mother the truth of their marriage, her mother stopped trying. From that day on, her father became increasingly violent towards her. At first he excused it by claiming to train her aura but she knew this was a lie, yet accepted it. She tried so hard to be that perfect daughter for him but it never seemed enough.

Now the abuse had gone from the taunts and slaps of her father, to a ring and solitude of a husband. Her father had lawyers draw up a marriage contract and forged Weiss's signature with witnesses being paid. She had hoped that the man that she was forced to wed would be much like her and they could just ride this wave until she took over. Then they would divorce, go their separate ways and move on with life. This was not what she got. Broenan Gold was far from another kid forced into his parents web. He jumped willingly, with a sadistic grin and even bigger greed. The day her father showed her the marriage contract was the worst day of her life. She was now married to a man that was no better, if not worse than her own father.

The door to her room opened, her hands gripped the scroll tighter. She knew what was to come, it happened every night. She was a fool to think that tonight would be any different. She closed her eyes, looking away as footsteps came closer to her. A hand reached out to grasp her hair, fingers lightly combing through it. A breath tickled her neck as lips left a hot trail up to her ear.

"Come to bed my dear." he whispered to her as tears stung her eyes. It was like this every night, he would come in, strip her of her dignity and fall asleep. Not even a gentle caress, just pain and humiliation. He did not give her a chance to resist as he yanked her up by her arm. Just like every other night, it began with her forming a glyph to fling him away from her. She bolted for the door but he would use his own semblance. Water came streaming in from the fountain outside and wrap around her, flinging the girl to the bed. In an instant he was on top of her, tearing at the thousand lien dress. She screamed, clawed and fought as he once again took what he wanted. The man forcing himself inside of her, touching her, licking and nipping at her skin. She would beg for him to stop even as her body responded to him. With a final grunt, he filled her once again, making sure to push in as far as he could. Like many other nights, she was left feeling dirty and unloved as he pulled away, cleaning himself up. No matter how much the heiress fought, it all ended the same. She was nothing but an object for him to use as he pleased. Many nights she dreamed of escaping her prison but where would she run? Would her friends even accept her now? What would Ruby think of her? The wolf's long time crush, now nothing but a shell of a woman she once knew.

The night of the charity had ended in worse punishment. It was not a mere slap her father had delivered, no, it was far worse. He beat her then gave her title to her husband and brother. Afterwards, Broenan entered the room, yanked her by her hair, stripping her once more. Her night was filled with her fighting him as well as his constant beatings. He would push into her rougher this time. He was curler than he had been before, leaving her bruised and in pain. She could not take it anymore, she had to get out. The next morning found her emptying her dinner into the toilet. She panted as she curled into the floor. She knew, it was only a matter of time after all and it had finally happened. She had spent many nights and days dreading this, crying until her eyes ran dry. Now, it was finally here, his one last claim over her and he knew. When he saw her in the floor, he knew. His smile grew as he hovered over her, once again taking advantage of her, not caring if he hurt or the heir he had wanted to badly.

That was when she knew, she had to escape. So that night, Klien helped her to get out through a hidden panel in the library. That night she paid a pilot to take her to Mistral by hiding in the cargo bay. That night, she would secure her own freedom. Not just for her, but for the life that would now depend on her. Tonight, she would forge her own path and make her way to her sister. Tonight..

Weiss Schnee Lived.