#vampire!willow

Jaune: (Cautiously looks left, Looks right)

Elk: (Bellows, Charges towards Jaune)

Jaune: (Covers face, Knocked over)

Jaune: Ugh... (Looks down, Deer head on lap)

CRUNCH! SNAP! CRUNCH!

Jaune: (Pushes head off, Looks over)

Willow: (Handful of viscera, Blood on face)

Jaune: ...If this is your attempt to try to scare me out of dating your daughter, then you're mistaken.

Willow: (Gulps, Sucks finger) Yes... Winter had told me as much.

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Winter: Weiss was born here, you know. People used to call her snowdrift because everywhere our grandfather went, she was right behind him. It wasn't long before she was put in charge of her own mining facility.

Jaune: ...Facility #17?

Winter: (Nods) The same. What do you know about it?

Jaune: ...Three hundred years ago, there was a failing in one of the mining equipment. Historians aren't sure what the cause of failing was, but they suspect it was either fault and surge in the power grid or some form of seismic activity. Weiss... doesn't like to talk about it.

Winter: Did she ever tell you why?

Jaune: No. She didn't want to say, so I didn't pry.

Winter: (Nods) More than one hundred people died in that "failing," as you say. Among them was Neptune Vasilias-Schnee and Polaris Vasilias-Schnee. Her own husband and child.

Jaune: ...

Winter: Neptune will always be her true love. And you will never be able to replace the blood, sweat, and tears she poured into futilely trying to save her little Polaris.

Jaune: ...I will never leave her-

Winter: Yes, you will. Willingly or unwillingly, your life is fleeting all the same. Since her husband's death, Weiss has not taken another soul into her bed, much as father has tried to remedy this.

Winter: ...This place... is where I sired her. It had been almost half a century since the loss of her child, but she still worked in the mines. This wasn't in the history books, but she was crushed by some falling machinery. She was weeping, sweating, screaming with a hoarse voice. I remember, in my desperation, asking her...

Winter: "Are you sure?"

Winter: She told me to do it.

Jaune: ...What was she like after that?