A/N: I LIIIIIIIIVE! Hey y'all! Blue here! Wow, it has been a while. Life got kind of crazy, but I'm back again with that vague story I was teasing you guys about. I've been re-working it for a while and I think it's finally ready for you guys! This first chapter is short, but it's a little taste of what is to come. I hope you like it! Let me know what ya think with a comment. Enjoy the Bees!

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY

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Chapter 1: Watch Where You're Going

Her boots clamored fearfully down the concrete path before her. She dare not look behind. She just kept running. Heavy footsteps followed in her wake, pounding with fury. His anger was palpable, thick in the air. Suffocating Blake as she desperately attempted to escape his wrath.

She turned.

Never did she think she would ever have to be put in the position of literally running for her life. She thought she was safe, protected.

She was wrong.

She turned.

She turned into a dead end. This realization dawned on her too late, and she felt the man's footsteps slow as she reached the wall. When she turned to face him, his lips contorted into something similar to a smile, but almost primal. Step by step, he drew in. Blake backed up as far as she could, but found no relief pressed up against the wall. There was no way out. No escape. No real plan.

No one is here to save me this time. She thought with morose resignation, before the man rushed towards her.

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Two Months Earlier

Lonely, timid, unhappy.

These are words people often used when describing Blake Belladonna. To be fair, not many people really knew her all that well, but that too revealed much about her character. She did not let people in, she did not speak up, and very rarely smiled. And if you told her that this is what people thought of her, she would most likely concede to it.

It didn't help that she had just moved to a new town for work. The only people she was close with here in Vale was Weiss and Ruby. They tried their best to help her, but they were usually busy doing things as a couple and Blake didn't want to be a bother. They had already done some much for her in the past. So that left Blake to herself most of the time. Not that she always minded. It gave her time to read and write. She had all the time in the world to do what she wanted (aside from editing for work). But it didn't mean as much to her if she didn't get to share at least some of her time with another.

So that is how she found herself wandering around this city, aimlessly walking about. She wished to just clear her head, but that did not seem like an option. More and more negative thoughts intruded her mind.

Especially thoughts about him.

It had been six months since everything went down, but she still looked behind her to make sure he was not there. Like usual, he was not. That didn't stop her from jumping when a young boy with strikingly red hair rode by on a bike. After she stopped to let her heart rate fall, Blake continued on her walk, hoping her mind would be kind to her for once and allow her to forget her problems.

But what was there to think about except her problems? Blake didn't know. Sure she had just gotten a new job, but it wasn't what she wanted to be doing. She had to spend the day reading others work and fixing their (sometimes grievous) errors. Though she may love reading, she never really read the content of any of the books, her process for editing was more about finely combing through the piece. And if she ever did actually read the books, it only made her want to be on their end even more.

Unfortunately, she didn't have much luck on that front either. Weiss and Ruby convinced her that she should start putting her work up online. She had received pretty good feedback on the first couple things she posted, which encouraged her to keep writing. However, some people started saying some pretty nasty things about her more recent work. Not even constructive, just outright rude and uncalled for.

Leaning up against a brick wall, Blake lethargically slipped her phone out of her front pocket and lazily unlocked it with a simple swipe.

No messages.

No calls.

No surprise.

With a sigh, she let the hand with her phone swing down limply at her side. Looking around, she didn't recognize where she was. It didn't seem like a particularly bad part of town, but the uncertainty of her location made her even more uneasy than before. She brought her phone back up to her face to get directions to her apartment, walking in the direction that she thought she came from.

She heard a loud honk.

"Hey! Look out!" A voice rang in her ears as someone grabbed her shoulders and roughly pulled her backwards. Finally looking up, Blake saw a car speed away, inches from where she was just standing.

"Jeez, that was a close one! Are you ok?" The same voice asked Blake. When Blake turned around, she saw a young woman about her age looking on at her with concern in her lilac eyes. She was sporting a black Letterman jacket with a Yellow "Y" on the left-hand side, an orange tank top, dark gray short shorts and black boots that when up to the bottom of her calves. Her vibrant hair cascaded down her back and around her shoulders like molten gold being poured from a vat. She almost looked unreal, far too beautiful to ever concern herself with some one like Blake, in her own opinion.

"I, um uh, hello." The author eloquently responded. The girl chuckled and Blake thought she might melt right then and there.

"I'll take that as a yes." The blonde smirked, but then all playfulness seemed to disappear. "You should really look where you're going though."

"Y-yeah, I suppose I was... distracted?"

"I can see that." She nodded to her phone "Got a lot on your mind?"

This struck Blake as odd. They were complete strangers, why would she be concerned about what was on her mind. But just as Blake readied herself to question the beautiful woman, the blonde smacked her hand to her forehead.

"Wow, so sorry. This must seem so weird to have some random person ask you something like that. I'm Yang." She extended her hand in greeting. Blake tentatively grabbed it and shook back. Her hands were slightly calloused, a fact that surprised the raven-haired girl.

"Blake," She responded, a bit of skepticism entering her voice. This girl couldn't be for real.

"Well Blake, I don't think I've ever seen you around here. Are you new in town?"

"I... Yes? How did you-"

"Looking on your phone for directions, remember?" She giggled a bit at Blake's skepticism. "You know, walking, beep beep, saving your life? I mean, I'm not bragging or anything, but I'm kind of your hero, eh?" She winked at Blake. A small laugh escaped Blake's lips before she could stop it.

"Yeah, I guess so." Blake remarked, painting her words with a spirited edge. "I am in your debt, oh noble hero. How can I ever repay you?"

"Well," Yang began. "Would you let me walk you home? There are some weirdos out here that might start asking you personal questions or something like that." Another wink and Blake definitely thought her heart had stopped for a second. If any other person had done this, Blake would have ignored them and kept walking. She wouldn't have even humored them with a conversation, let alone the banter they had exchanged.

But something felt... different about Yang... Something drew her in and she didn't even try to fight it.

"Well, we wouldn't want that, now would we."

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"Wow, your job sounds pretty cool! You get to read so many books before they get released." Yang exclaimed with wide eyes and a large, dopey grin.

"I guess,"

"What do you mean, 'I guess'?"

"I mean, it's not what I pictured doing," Blake groaned "I want to be the author."

"Then, what's stopping you?"

"I... Wait... How did we... How did we get to my life decisions? I don't even know you."

"Eh, I'm used to people opening up to me. They say I'm irresistible."

"Oh yeah? Who says that?"

"You know... people." Yang defended, causing Blake to laugh.

"Well, you are easy to talk to, I'll give you that." Blake commented. "Enough about me, what do you do?"

"Eh, my life is boring. I work with a sort of... psychology agency most of the time. We observe behavior in people and record it. On occasion I get to work in the field, and that's when it gets fun."

"That doesn't sound boring at all."

"Have you people watched for extended periods of time?"

"Yes,"

"The sad part is that I believe you." Yang sighed. Both girls laughed at this comment.

"So," Blake started. "Am I one of your assignments?"

Yang grew silent for a second.

"Maybe." She nudged her side lightly "How can I pass up seeing a nerd in her natural habitat?"

"Ouch, you hardly know me!"

"Yeah, and I can already tell that much."

They both stopped at the steps of Blake's apartment. Blake turned to face Yang again, still in disbelief that she existed in this world.

"Thank you for escorting me home, brave hero." The amber-eyed girl started walking up the steps.

"It was my pleasure," Yang told her. "Oh, but before you go!" She procured a piece of paper and pen from seemingly nowhere. Scribbling something down, she jogged up the steps and handed her the parchment. She looked it over and saw a local phone number jotted down.

"If you ever want to talk again, give me a call!" She called out, walking backwards. "Maybe we can go for a jog together or something."

"O-ok. Thanks." Was all the flustered author could manage.

"See ya around Blake!" And just like that, her first encounter with the energetic blonde was over. And she had a feeling it would not be the last.

Blake had no problems blocking out her negative thoughts that night.

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Yang walked down an alleyway until she knew that no one would be listening in on her.

"You've made contact then?" the voice only she could hear spoke.

"Yeah, just in time too. I stopped the first one like you asked."

"Good. Does she suspect anything?"

"I don't think so. She may have been a bit suspicious, but I think I set her at ease."

"How do you plan on seeing her again?"

"I gave her my number. If she doesn't call, I'll set up another 'accidental encounter'."

"Make haste, Yang. You only have two months. Don't waste them,"

Yang sighed, knowing the inevitability of the situation. The fact that she couldn't change anything ripped her up inside, but she knew not to fight it. Fate is not to be trifled with.

"I understand."