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The Night Weiss Crossed	By : shadowfoxprincess Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Night Weiss Crossed
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Thanks to my friends who helped me with the rape scene.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Weiss Kreuz
characters, I do own Laney.

The Night Weiss Crossed

The
darkness surrounded her, consuming her, engulfing her; she had nowhere to run.
Her breath was getting shorter, her eyesight was fading out, sweat was running down
her face but she couldn’t allow herself to stop running; she had to escape
them. They were getting closer; she could hear their voices, they were gaining
on her. She ran into the nearest alleyway, thinking that they wouldn’t follow
her… she was wrong. They followed her right into the alley; she took cover
behind a grubby dumpster and held her breath.

“Come out, come out,
wherever you are,” one of the male members called out, mirth evident in his
tone. He was looking around for her and noticed a blue scarf behind the
dumpster. A smug smile grew upon his face, as he began to take small steps
towards the dirty looking rubbish bin.

“There’s no point in
hiding, I can see you, we won’t hurt you…” he cajoled, “…promise,” the smug
smile turned into a sneer, as he stood beside the dumpster, “Come out darlin’…I
can smell your scented perfume,” The guy was twisted, he’d do anything to get
what he wanted, even if it meant going to extremes and using force.

The torn up girl put
her arms over her head, trying to block them out, but to no avail. Being
delirious, she started to think it was a nightmare, but she was wrong…very
wrong. This was real. She could hear his footsteps coming closer. All of a
sudden she felt his hand grabbing her hair and pulling her up and out from her
hiding place. He pushed her violently against the wall, smacking her head into
it, sending her world spinning before her eyes. He smelled her hair and started
playing with her top, unbuttoning it, while his gang members stood guard at the
end of the alley.

“Don’t worry honey,
this will be over soon,” the man whispered into her ear, then chuckled, his
intentions evident. She tried to push away, as he began to caress her neck, but
was completely out of energy. She couldn’t even put up a decent fight, let
alone anything else.

“Please…please…stop…I
haven’t done anything to you,” the girl managed to say in a choked whisper, as
his lips continued to play with the soft flesh of her neck. Being weak, she was
unable to stop his hands from exploring her, running along her body and
travelling upwards as he pressed up against her. She let out a choked breath as
he pressed a knee between her thighs, while his hands came up to her shoulders,
pushing her shirt and bra-straps down.

She whimpered as his
fingers slid down, stuffing themselves under her bra and fondling her breasts.
He fingered her nipples, while his teeth nipped at her throat and collarbone,
sending involuntary shivers through her. A small cry escaped her as he bit the
base of her throat and squeezed her assets; this wasn’t how she was meant to be
taken, this wasn’t the person she was to be taken by…why was this happening to
her…it just wasn’t right.

Suddenly he tore her
away from the wall and spun her about, keeping her held close to him. He
wrapped his arms tight about her, pinning her own to her sides, as he hung his
head down upon her shoulder and bit into her nape. He savoured her whimpers as
he placed his knee between her thighs again, and allowed her to feel his
arousal from behind. To him, this was going to be good and he was going to make
sure she knew that before he was done with her.

He ran his coarse
fingers along the soft flesh of her belly, the nails digging in to mark their
trail as they travelled up. They met with her bra once more, and she felt
herself cringe inside, as he ripped it open, revealing her breasts to the cold
night air. She gasped at the sudden exposure and goose-pimples cascaded their
way along her body. She stiffened as he scattered kisses along her upper-back,
his tongue coming out to lap its way along her neck.

Coming to a height, he
pulled her roughly to the ground, causing her to impact heavily upon the hard
surface. She cried out as her world swam before her eyes, and was vaguely aware
of her arms being pinned above her by one of his big hands.

“Please stop…” her plea was helpless, barely
audible. No one could hear her and no one would help her. The beast above her
eyed her exposed body, taking in the way the moonlight shone enticingly over
her delicate flesh. He licked his lips, trying to control himself as he lowered
himself upon her, crushing his lips against hers in a fierce, cruel kiss. Her
forced her mouth to open up to him, despite her futile struggles, and rushed
his tongue inside, swimming it about in his exploration.

After some time, he
pulled away, his face flushed as he gasped for breath, then continued, trailing
wet kisses along her chest. His lips moved about, coming to cover one of her
breasts while his hand cupped the other, playing with it. He squeezed the mound
of flesh, as his teeth played with the nipple of her other breast in his mouth,
moving his jaw from side-to-side, encouraging it to harden. The girl continued
to shudder beneath him, tensing at certain points, much to his pleasure.

Satisfying himself with
one breast, he moved his attention to the other, putting it through the same
thing, while his free hand moved down, trailing with a snake-like grace over
her body. The hand was obstructed by the fabric of her skirt, but he shoved it
in, pressing into her abdomen a bit to slide it under her panties. His fingers
hooked between her thighs, the middle one inserting itself and violating her in
a way that she had never dreamed possible. Tears streamed from her eyes, then
she let out a breath as his finger slid out with the rest of his hand, she
hoped…prayed that it was over, that he was done.

Her eyes opened, only
to flood with fresh tears as she caught the feral glint in his eyes as he
licked his middle finger, knowing that her prayers were in vain. With a
sinister smile, he threw her skirt up and pushed his lips against hers in
another kiss, which was broken almost immediately as he trailed his tongue down
her body, nipping her skin now and then, while bringing her hands down with
him. He swirled his tongue about her navel, then drove it in, causing her to
jolt, then pulled it out as he continued on his way. He pinned her hands to her
abdomen, as he continued to go south, and trailed hot, wet kisses along her
thighs, biting at the sensitive spots near her groin.

He pulled away and
looked into her tear-filled, haunted eyes, a menacing gleam in his own. A cruel
smile crept onto his lips, as he roughly pulled her hands down and into her
panties, guiding her fingers into her. He took pleasure in seeing her cower,
her brow drawn as she bit hard on her lip, trying furiously to protect her mind
from what was happening. He then slid them out and parted her hands, guiding
them to the edge of her panties and forcing her to slide them down. She began
to sob openly, as he guided her hands down to her thighs, and then savagely
ripped her panties off, ignoring her cry.

He resumed holding her
hands with one of his, and cupped her face; forcing her to look into his eyes
as he brought up her hands and licked her fingers…she seemed to taste pretty
good. She continued to sob, as he came down, bringing his face close to her
nether-region. She flinched as he drew in a breath, causing him to smile before
pursing his lips and blowing along her, causing her to shiver and tense.

He smiled hungrily as
he brought his face closer and kissed her, sucking on her appendage, then
biting it; he relished it, as she involuntarily drew her legs closer about him,
a choked cry escaping her. He opened his mouth, parting his lips to make way
for his tongue, running it up and down. His appetite for her grew, and he
thrust his tongue into her, swirling it about, as she cried out once more.
Reaching his height of arousal, he pulled away and began to unbuckle his
trousers; he was going to have her now…playtime was over.

“Hey boss,” one of the
gang members shouted out ‘Fuck,’,
“there’s someone coming, we’ve gotta go!” The leader
of the gang stopped upon hearing this, and then cursed audibly, redoing his
pants. He grabbed the poor girl close and placed his lips near her ear.

“You had it lucky girl,
normally someone doesn’t survive the night,” he whispered. He ran his hand
along her neck and left her, left her there to suffer on her own in the cold
night. He stood over her and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He
stood there staring at her and then turned around, his long grey trench coat
flowing out behind him as he made his exit.

Once he was out of
sight, the girl pushed herself up into a sitting position, gasping for breath.
She was left trembling in the aftermath; the cause, a mix of the violation and
the cold that bit into her skin, tearing it apart, slowly, just like the
twisted man had done to her. She could hear their voices fading in the
distance, her vision was a quest for her; she couldn’t make a thing out that
was in front of her. All she knew was that they had disappeared and had left
her there, like a discarded toy.

“What have I done
wrong?” the torn up girl asked herself, as tears started flowing from her eyes,
“That’s the thing…I haven’t done anything,” she could feel the darkness
swarming about her, she could see her vision fading, she could feel herself
falling asleep. Unable to stay up, she felt herself fall to the ground before
her. She lay there, in the bitter cold, waiting for someone to save her.

Moments later a
mysterious young man appeared; he was dressed in a white polo neck with a red
cross on it and black trousers. His short brown hair flowed with the wind’s
direction. The young lad stood over her and knelt down to see if she was okay,
despite the story her appearance seemed to tell.

“Hey, are you ok?” His
soft voice called out to her, but she was too fazed out to even respond, “Can
you tell me your name?” He went to touch her face, to move her hair out of the
way. His soft voice called to her again, “Here let me help you,” he picked her
up and held her close to him, “everything will be okay, you hear me?”

-o-

“Aya, she was abused,
what did you expect me to do?! Just leave her there?!” Ken was furious at the
remark that Aya had given him; his hot temper always got the worse of him at
times like this. Ken turned his attention to the girl who lay upon the bed,
then turned to face Aya again, “Honestly, do you not have any type of feelings
what-so-ever?” he gestured to the girl, “Look at the state she’s in… can you
imagine just how many other girls are being abused because of this gang
attacking the streets,” He walked up and stood beside the bed, his fingers
lightly touching her face, “I could hear her for some strange reason, I felt as
if she was calling me,” the words were soft, spoken as though he wasn’t aware
of them.

“Ken, we don’t even
know who she is” Aya said with a cause of concern. He went and stood near the
window in the room and took a look outside, “Can we even trust who she is…I
mean she could be working for Schwartz,” The older man didn’t even bother to
turn around and face his young comrade-at-arms; he continued looking into the
outside space that was surrounded by the rays of the sun.

“Aya! What’s happening,
I just got told what happened by Manx and Youji and I got here as soon as
possible,” A young, grey-haired boy walked into the room, followed by a tall,
silent man with short blond hair. All of them stood together in a huddle in the
middle of the room discussing the event that took place. They never thought
about what actually took place, they were only analysing the situation on
second-hand sources.

Ken turned his back on
them, he couldn’t be bothered hearing the argument this time, all he knew was
that she was hurt and he wanted to get those who did it. The hot tempered man
stood before the bed, observing her sleeping form. The young girl stirred and
came awake, her eyes slowly opening. She tried to survey herself and her
surroundings, but due to the extent of her injuries she couldn’t make out very
much.

She was dimly aware of
voices murmuring in the background…male voices. Suddenly, the events of the
night crashed into her with full force and she began to shake uncontrollably.
The horrific scenes flashed before her eyes, and she could still feel that
black darkness surrounding her. She began to relive the pain she had been
through, the sensation of the man’s weight bearing down upon her, they things
he had done to her; she was left scarred.

“Get away from me!” she
cried, sitting up suddenly, startling the four men. Her body was still weak,
and ached with what she had been through. She struggled to get out of the bed,
only to feel hands upon her shoulders urging her back down, “Stop it, let me
go, I don’t want to be your victim again,” She broke down in tears as arms
wrapped around her in an effort to console her, “Please… leave me alone,” she
sobbed, as tears streamed down her delicate face. She rocked back and forth
within this man’s embrace, unable to get over the fact that she had just
been abused by some unknown person. She always thought that the streets were
safe, but now she might be afraid to go out alone again.

Finally wounded girl
calmed herself, her head resting upon her holder’s firm chest, the soft beating
of his heart comforting her. She felt so safe in his arms, so secure. She
didn’t want to leave his warm and gentle embrace; she wanted to stay there
forever… but she couldn’t, she had to know who her saviour was and so she
slowly raised her face to look upon the person holding her. She was taken aback
by the pain in his eyes, as if he couldn’t help but empathise with her. He
struck her, all her insecurity vanished, any type of blackness remained in her
had disappeared for that split second as they looked at each other.

“So, what is your
name?” The tall, redhead approached her as she looked up at the new voice. The
bruises were killing her; she wouldn’t dare to move much because they hurt so
much.

“My name?” the young
lass echoed, as she took time to recall it among the recent events, and shock
and confusion, “My name is Laney. Laney Toshiki.” She put her hand to her head,
easing the dull ache that arose from the recollection.

“Did you just say you
name is Laney Toshiki?” The young grey-haired boy asked, as he came up to her,
“Are you saying that you are the
Laney Toshiki?” shock marked his young features, as he stood in front of her.
His eyes widened, as he observed her properly.

“Yes, I am La-” Omi cut
her off, still in his shock he wanted to know something that was intriguing
him.

“You are telling us
that you are ‘Miss Laney Katsuya Kaley Toshiki’ of the Weiss Kreuz
Association,” The young lads all stood in shock, their jaws dropped. Ken got up
from the bed and stood alongside Aya. The Weiss boys stood staring at her; they
did not know what they had got themselves in to. They didn’t know if what they
had done was right or wrong. Saving one of their own that they didn’t know was
completely different then assassinating someone they didn’t know.

“Please don’t say my full name, you make me sound
old…and you can close your mouths now…” Laney just sat there staring at their
reaction. She didn’t even know if she had done the right thing or not. ‘Oh well…may as well let the future decide
now,’ Laney thought to herself, sighing as she did so.
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