The Sandbar. Or at least that was this place's name when I was still slinging martinis and Bloody Marys. Now, this place is being torn down from the inside and being renovated into some help center for addictions. I found a nun putting the bottles I handled away in some box, and I thought 'She's messing with my stuff. But why do I feel so...bewitched,'? I went over to her, and with a smile beaming on her face, she said, "Hello. I take it you are here for some help?". I ask her, "What 'help' are you referring to, lady," with a bit too much venom. As if she's oblivious to that, she simply replied, "Oh, we offer some spiritual support for those in need," so I came back with "If you're talking about spirits, then hand me one of the bottles you shoved into that blue box,". I had to admit, I was livid my favorite place in the world, my safe haven, was getting screwed over by the Church. But I couldn't help but feel drawn to the young nun's crystal blue eyes and heartwarming aura. I was so far into her that I literally snap back to reality when she said, "Sir, it appears you have a drinking problem". Knowing I would be found out sooner or later, I came up with this: "My drinking problem is far worse for you mortals. That spirit right there only keeps my true thirst at bay". Stunning her into silence, I mentally facepalmed at what I just said. Did I freak her out? Of course, I did because I was a fucking moron. She finally came to her senses and asked, "W-what are you talking about? What could be worse than alcohol?". I mean, I had to tell her. No, I had to show her. I owed her that much at least. So, my eyes turned into their telltale crimson, my shadow became my cloak, and I felt my fangs clawing their way into the light. I looked at her and said, "I'm a vampire, sweetheart. An assassin of the night,".
Well, this was a pain in the ass to type. Especially on one of my school's computers. Anyway, this is the start of my first fanfiction, so any criticism is welcome. Also, for most of the characters I use in this story, I don't own them. In fact, I'll be crediting the creators of these characters when they pop up. Let me know in the reviews if you want more. I don't own RWBY, either. That belongs to Monty Oum (bless his soul) and Roosterteeth Productions. Kamina out!