A/N: So this is my first attempt at fanfiction, and if all goes smoothly, this will be painless and, hopefully, enjoyable to any readers out there. So these first chapters I will try upload somewhat quickly, at least until it gets to volume 2. I'd meant to write this before now and had been working on it for a while when I'd heard about Monty's death. My sympathies to all of his friends and family. He will be missed.

Disclaimer: I own only my OC characters and my ideas. The rest belongs to RoosterTeeth.

Slayers: Prologue

Rarely is Beacon Academy ever dark in any sense of the word. Since the school's founding, it has always stood shining and proud against any and all dark forces, be they beyond the kingdom walls, or within. Even at night, lights illuminate the walkways and the light of the headmaster's clock tower can be seen even from Vale, reminding all who see it of its namesake. No, never once since its creation has Beacon Academy ever fallen into complete darkness.

(One week before show start)

It had just passed midnight when small white airship quietly approached the Beacon docks. While this in and of itself was not unusual, as airships constantly flowed in and out of Beacon to drop off food, provisions, and whatever else the inhabitants of the prestigious Academy may require, the nature and appearance of the small aircraft was strange.

For those who worked around aircrafts, the most prominent thing would be the sound, or lack thereof. All that could be heard from the ship was a faint, low hum coming from the engine. A normal airship, even one of that size, would give off a much more noticeable amount of noise. Another factor was the fact that the ship was coming at night. Very few ships came to Beacon at night, most choosing to get their business done during the day. To anyone familiar with aircrafts, it would be obvious that this was a very high quality ship. Though, the most outstanding detail appearance wise was the large blue 'S' not-so-subtly blended in with the other tiger designed blue stripes going across the hull.

The odd ship pulled up to the dock, allowing two figures to step off, one tall and one short. As they stepped into the lights that were Beacon Academy, the two were revealed in more detail.

The taller one was revealed to be a black haired, well muscled individual. He wore a long black trench coat with another large 'S' on the back, though his was a dark red as opposed to blue. On the left should was a number 6 and on the other was his emblem, a tribal looking wolf head, both in the same crimson print as the 'S'. Strapped to his back was what appeared to be a handle in a sheath, however the nature of the weapon was indiscernable. Also, barely visible were two other weapon handles beneath the coat. These appeared to be either dagger or one handed sword handles. Beneath the coat were black pants, and crimson shirt, and black combat boots. However, the first thing one would notice about him at first would most likely be the large black eyepatch covering the upper right portion of his otherwise handsome face. The one visible eye was a dark steel color.

The shorter figure was a white haired faunus with obvious feline ears and blue streaks in his hair, again in a tiger pattern. He wore a similar coat as his companion, except what was black on the other man's was white on his and what was red was blue. On his left shoulder was the number 8 and on his right was simply a double bladed axe. He also had a handle strapped to his back, however it was longer and was attached to what seemed to be a large block of metal that held obvious signs of being a mecha-shifting weapon. Beneath his coat, he had armor plating covering his chest, shoulders, thighs, and knees, as well as gauntlets and boots. If one looked close enough, they might have been able to see the white and blue striped tiger tail swaying back and forth beneath the coat as he walked. His sapphire blue eyes, unlike the one of his companion, were hard and cold.

As they walked along, Aldric, the taller one, spoke up, "Remind me again why we decided to come here at one in the morning when I could be asleep like a normal human being."

Orion, the shorter man, dug through his pockets before pulling out a cigarette and lighter. "Don't bitch. We were supposed to get here yesterday," he said before he lit the cigarette and took a long drag.

Aldric watched his friend out of the corner of his able eye as he did this. "You are aware that Goodwitch will kill your ass if she sees you doing that, right?"

The faunus shuddered, and took another drag. "Yeah. Why do you think I'm doing this now?"

The two continued walking until the silence was again broken, this time by Orion. "I still don't get why they specifically asked for us. The last thing I need to deal with is babysitting a bunch of little shits."

Aldric rolled his eyes. "This is an academy, not a kindergarten, jackass. They're more than likely not going to be under the age of seventeen. They'll only be like four years younger than you."

"Your point? They're still little shits to me."

"Have I ever told you I don't like you?"

"All the time," Orion replied, before somehow slipping the coat off and out from under the straps supporting his weapon, all the while muttering about it being too hot.

Aldric lazily laced his fingers behind his head to stretch. "You're the one who wanted to bring them. I did tell you you'd get hot," he said in a strained stretching voice.

Orion gave him a side glare before replying, "Well excuse me for wanting to look like a badass when we got here."

The taller man let out a laugh and a wolfish grin appeared on his face. "Aww, is the big bad kitty cat afraid people will find out that underneath it all, he's just a big sweetheart?" he teased.

"Fuck you," he said, though Aldric could hear a slight amusement in his voice.

He chuckled. "Fuck you, too, man," he said right as they stopped at the entrance of the headmaster's tower.

As Orion reached to open the door, Aldric cleared his throat. The faunus turned to see the other man pointing at his still lit cigarette. He growled before taking one last drag of the cigarette, dropping it on the ground, and stomping it out with his boot heel. The black clad man stepped in front of his faunus partner and led the way into the building.

"You may be wondering why we summoned you here," Ozpin stated, observing the two younger men sitting in front of his desk, while Glynda stood behind him, attentive as always.

Aldric sat leaned back in his chair, right foot propped up on his left knee and his right elbow leaning on the armrest. His partner, however, sat with his feet in the chair in a crouching position, so as to spare his tail the uncomfortability of sitting down.

"It's a likely possibility," Orion said sarcastically, earning a glare from Glynda that he gladly returned.

Aldric shook his head and sighed while Ozpin continued, ignoring the wordless battle going on between the tiger faunus and the professor, "Allow me to put your curiosity at ease. Lately there have been disturbances involving dust robberies by the White Fang. Though this in and of itself is no excuse to go to such extreme measures as to enlist the assistance of the Slayers, our reason for doing so is because though most of the attempts made by Huntsmen to stop the robberies have been successful, some of the more recent attempts of the past months have been catastrophic." His expression grew more grim as he continued. The two were now giving the man their undivided attention.

"While some go as smoothly as they did in the past, others lately have ended with Huntsmen either dead or worse. And now we believe some of our Huntsmen are being, well... hunted, for lack of a better term. Every once in a while now, a Huntsman will turn up missing, only for us to find their bodies days later, torn apart and mangled in a completely different location. But it's methodical, as if they've been experimented on, and many signs indicate that they did so while they were still alive and conscious."

Ozpin took a deep breath before continuing, "Regardless, I believe that they may attempt to target Beacon next, which is why I wanted one of the best. They happened to give me two, and I won't complain."

Now leaning forward in his seat, Aldric took this time to speak up, "So what exactly do you need us to do?"

"For now, all you need to do is keep an eye on the school grounds. And now since there's two of you, one can accompany Ms. Goodwitch to investigate any disturbances while the other stays to guard the grounds," the headmaster said, taking a drink from his coffee mug.

The black haired man looked over to his partner, who gave an agreeable nod. "Alright, as long as you don't have me sitting around doing nothing, we should be good."

Ozpin nodded. "Well, I'm sure you two are very tired. Ms. Goodwitch, would you please show them to their sleeping quarters?"

"Of course, professor," she replied. As she walked past, she gave Orion a glare. However, as she passed Aldric, he could have sworn he saw her give him a side smile out of the corner of his eye, but she walked by him so quickly that he wrote it off as his imagination. After all, Glynda Goodwitch never smiles.

Orion stepped off of his chair grumbling curses at the woman that they both proceeded to follow to their room.

A/N: So that's the prologue. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm all ears. I'm the kind of guy who loves to hear other people's thoughts on how to improve my writing. Especially character suggestions. So comment, review, and tell me what you liked and/or didn't like. Just please keep the criticism constructive.